The sharp saber came down from behind, chopping the Shatu warrior's neck at an angle. A fountain of blood gushed out from the Shatu warrior and splattered on the azalea flowers at the side of the mountain path, dyeing the leaves crimson too. Even after his head fell to the ground, the Shatu warrior's body moved a few more steps before it collapsed on the narrow path...
Yan Liqiang put the saber away. He looked at the corpse, then let out a long sigh.
With the final Shatu warrior dead, none that attacked the Great Moon Tribe got away, including Morbeto and his lowest-ranking men. Every single one of them had been wiped out.
This place was more than thirty li away from the entrance of the Great Moon Tribe's mountain village. Yan Liqiang chased after the Shatu people along the craggy mountain path from the Inner Pass to this area and finally killed the last of them. He even lost count of how many he had killed.
