The bandit whose entire head Ye Chenfeng had stomped into the mud was now a sight of horror; blood dyed the brown soil red. Bubbles of blood periodically gurgled up, making him look like a headless corpse from a distance.
Ye Chenfeng's sequence of actions had happened in the blink of an eye, to the point where neither the bandits nor the villagers present had reacted in time.
The girl with half of her shirt buttons undone and her big, misty eyes not yet dry, did not feel fear in her heart from Ye Chenfeng's ruthless methods. Instead, she felt a surge of joy, viewing Ye Chenfeng as a Prince Charming descended from the heavens.
Mao Kangping, who was traveling with Ye Chenfeng, had his mouth slightly agape. He never expected Ye Chenfeng to make a move at that moment, and certainly not with such overwhelming force.
