A spooky silence pervaded the wasteland. The horse bandits, who had just been erupting with killing intent, all froze in place at the sight of their leader's corpse.
The bandit leader was a late-stage master of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm, his power nearing its peak. Yet, he was cut down by a single stroke—clean, efficient, as simple as eating or drinking!
What an awe-inspiring display of power.
"Their leader is dead!"
"Run!"
Someone shouted, and the remaining horse bandits scattered like frightened birds, too terrified to waste a single moment.
Having witnessed their leader's death, they no longer had the courage to stay and fight.
Luo Feng sheathed his Rage Flame Knife and didn't pursue them; they were no longer worth his time.
Shopkeeper Lan looked at the fleeing horse bandits, then down at the ground strewn with their bodies. He remarked, "I was just worrying about you. It seems my concern was unnecessary."
