On the official road, as Wei Fan shattered Wu Yinglong's head with one palm, the atmosphere instantly fell silent.
All that talk of executing prisoners to prevent them from being rescued was nonsense.
It was obvious they had wanted to kill long ago, just lacking an excuse. The prisoner hadn't even been rescued yet, and they'd already been executed. Such absurdity—at least exchange a few blows to see they're not a match before killing.
"This guy..."
Li Qingmeng was stunned.
She hadn't expected Wei Fan's first move to be killing the prisoner instead of repelling the enemy.
"It's Wei Fan!"
Sun Jinglin's pupils contracted fiercely, instantly identifying Wei Fan. He knew the commanders of the commandery cities nearby; when it came to the bloodthirstiest, it was none other than Wei Fan of Su City.
Only that guy would have such a bloodthirsty nature, never leaving anyone alive.
