The commotion had already alarmed the Sha Jin's Mercenaries camp.
A large number of soldiers surged forth like a tide, their guns aimed at Yang Fei and the tent behind him.
Everyone looked at the front of the tent, where blood was everywhere, and six corpses lay sprawled on the ground, causing everyone to gasp in cold fright.
Fear was evident in the eyes of every soldier.
These people were all seasoned battlefield veterans and could see at a glance that all six of their partners had been killed instantaneously with bare hands. The assailant didn't even bother to use a gun.
Yang Fei lazily stood in front of the tent, lit a cigarette, and his eyes were fixed dead-set on the Army-destroyer's Heavy Sword stuck in the ground nearby.
The Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army was still dripping with blood, and a hat hung from the hilt—a unique warning gesture within the mercenary circle.
