Everyone present, whether cultivators of the Chang Household, cultivators from other lineages, or even ordinary mortals,
was struck dumb as a wooden chicken by the staggering sight before them, indescribable fear and shock surging through their hearts.
They stared, mouths agape, as though they had witnessed the most inconceivable sight.
The illustrious Thirteen Bandits of Yin Mountain, whose very name had once made countless people tremble in terror!
They had fallen so easily at the hands of the newly appointed Inspector Qing Chen.
Those villains who had once kept them awake at night, their hearts perpetually in their throats!
Now all that remained were bloody heads, hanging in midair like terrifying nightmares.
Some among the crowd broke down, tears spilling from their eyes.
A white-haired old man gazed through tear-filled eyes at the head belonging to the bandits' seventh leader, his hands trembling as he murmured:
"My daughter, you've finally been avenged!"
Beside him, a middle-aged man clenched his fists and stared at the heads through gritted teeth, hatred flashing in his eyes. "Big Brother, your spirit in heaven can rest now. Inspector Qing has avenged you!"
Qing Chen waved a hand lightly, and the bloody heads dropped into the crowd like worthless junk.
At once, those who bore blood-deep grudges against the Thirteen Bandits of Yin Mountain surged forward, punching and kicking the heads. Some even hacked at them with swords or tore at them with their teeth!
All to vent the hatred in their hearts.
Their faces were filled with anger and grief, but above all, madness. They looked possessed.
"Our just and honorable lord!"
Someone shouted it first, and then cries rose one after another throughout the gathering.
Qing Chen stood quietly, looking calmly at Chang Silang opposite him.
He did not stop their actions or their