C100 (1/2)
Silence, a deathly stillness. All of the bandits stared in shock at the scene before them. They couldn't believe that their usually invincible boss was actually so weak today, to be killed in a single strike? Had he been wrong all along? Was it because the opponent was too strong or because their boss was too weak?
However, that was not important. The important thing was that now that their boss was dead, any resistance they made would be unnecessary … Seeing that their boss was dead, all the bandits threw away the weapons in their hands and trembled as they looked at Teng Yan's group. In their eyes, Teng Yan and his men were the undefeated gods of war … …
The tens of thousands of soldiers in the empire had no way to deal with their own stronghold, but the thousand plus people in front of them had charged up the mountainside and even killed their boss. This was enough to prove the strength of their opponent … No one wanted to make unnecessary resistance to take their life as a joke.
Everything happened too coincidentally and too simply. Even Teng Yan didn't expect this event to be so simple. Not only Teng Yan, but all his brothers were also speechless. Was it over like this? This was the Celestial Wolf Camp that was known as the number one assassin in the imperial army?
In any case, no matter what happened, the result was very clear. The King of the Heavenly Wolf Village had died, the bandits had surrendered, and this battle was undoubtedly Teng Yan's victory, a victory that defied the heavens. At least, this time, there were no casualties/
Looking at the bandits that gave up resisting, a faint smile appeared on Teng Yan's face. He had won, he had won … … Not only that, Teng Yan believed that the Heavenly Wolf Stronghold would become a powerful shield for him, a powerful helper who could dominate the entire world … …
”All bandits, listen carefully. Your boss has already died. Now, I will give you a chance to live. Surrender, surrender to us …” Otherwise, death will be your final resting place … ” Teng Yan stood with his sword in hand. A light wind was blowing and his skirt was fluttering. At this moment, Teng Yan was like an undefeated god of war, standing proudly in front of everyone. The words were simple but sonorous and powerful. A domineering aura unknowingly engulfed the entire forest, causing all the bandits to look at Teng Yan with a more respectful and respectful expression … …
Who would want to die if they could live? Without a backbone, the bandits would never think about anything else. They would never consider that their side had ten times as many people as their enemies … Who else could he be following? Surviving was the way of the king.
The bandits have surrendered, and they are convinced …
”We are willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender!” A jumbled voice resounded through the forest.
The corner of Teng Yan's mouth curled up into a faint smile. The heaven defying brothers behind him also felt a burst of fear. Especially those one thousand men who were originally soldiers of the Empire. At this moment, they admired Teng Yan from the bottom of their hearts. Had the village that the Empire had encircled and annihilated been breached just like that? No matter what the process was, no matter how weak the bandits were, the truth was that the Heavenly Wolf Stronghold, which the imperial army could not destroy, had been effortlessly destroyed by Teng Yan. Everyone looked at Teng Yan with respect and admiration …
How old was Teng Yan? How far could he go in the future? No one knew about this, but these heaven-defying brothers believed that following Teng Yan would lead them to the most glorious point in their lives. It was also the most exciting part...
”Black Wind, are you interested in becoming the Mountain King?” Seeing that all the bandits had surrendered, Teng Yan spoke to the black wind beside him. Although Black Wind had only followed him for a short period of time, his brother should have built up his trust, not to mention that Teng Yan had always used people as his servants. The black wind was violent and free and at ease, so no one was more suited to the King of the Mountain's position than him.