The Mad Lion Gang also relied on their great strength, forcing them to submit.
Ye Qingfeng laughed, his smile as light as the wind and clouds, and said softly, "Perfect, I like it this way too!"
Just as Ye Qingfeng finished speaking, blood spilled instantly from Jian Wencai's camp, accompanied by screams of agony.
The crowd saw a graceful black shadow, wielding a Longsword, wantonly slaughtering within Jian Wencai's camp, leaving those gunmen with no chance to react.
"Shoot! Quickly, shoot him to death!"
Jian Wencai shouted in alarm.
Little Yue transformed into a black reaper, swiftly weaving through the Rooster Gang, not giving them any chance to strike.
The sharp sword moved, and a member of the Rooster Gang had his head severed, the blood turning into a misty haze.
"This, this—"
The people watching on the Yanglong Border were stunned, unable to believe the terror of the slender girl, heedlessly slaughtering amidst the crowd.
