After commanding the vines to bury Ye Yuefeng underground, Su Qing turned to the several still-unconscious Japanese men. There were six of them in total, now lying in a disheveled heap in a corner, out cold.
She bound them tightly, then cracked a vine through the air like a whip, striking them hard again.
"Aargh!" The men were instantly jolted awake by the pain, crying out in agony. They then realized they were bound tightly by plant vines.
The scene from before they passed out flashed through their minds. Seeing that Su Qing was the only other person in the courtyard and that Ye Yuefeng was nowhere to be found, the Japanese men panicked.
'Ye Yuefeng was either defeated and killed, or he fled on his own. Either way, he left us ordinary men to face this terrifying woman alone.'
In their eyes, Su Qing was terrifying. 'What kind of young girl could command dead branches and vines? Besides, it seems even Lord Ye Yue was no match for her.'
