SNAP…!
The ashwood spear handle in Yan Liqiang's hands finally snapped. A cavalryman's breastbone shattered instantly after he was hit by the spear. Fresh blood sprayed out from his mouth while he was sent flying over ten meters from his horse by Yan Liqiang's spear. He landed among the weeds and stopped breathing almost immediately.
Yan Liqiang wiped away the blood staining his face while murderously glaring around.
More than ten men wearing black headbands riding on regular horses paled when they met Yan Liqiang's gaze. They immediately turned their horses around and fled without thinking. Twenty to thirty corpses remained on the ground within a ten-meter radius around Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang took another look at the ashwood spear's broken handle in his hands and tossed it on the ground.
The spearhead was long broken. Yan Liqiang even lost count of how many lives he had taken.
