This shot was precise, fast, and ruthless.
Jiang Shaohua's face was cold, her right hand twisted, and the spear quivered, stirring in Wei Xiong's chest.
Wei Xiong let out a thunderous roar and instantly died.
Song Yuan shouted, "Wei Xiong is dead! Drop your weapons immediately, those who surrender on their knees won't be killed!"
More than twenty trusted aides shouted along with Song Yuan, echoing the news of Wei Xiong's death. The rebels who followed Wei Xiong indeed became disheartened and disorganized.
Zheng Chen, who had been pretending to fight, was suddenly startled and turned his head. Through the dense crowd, he couldn't see Wei Xiong's dead look or Jiang Shaohua's figure.
Yet, for some reason, Jiang Shaohua's face was so clear, flickering before his eyes.
If the news of Wei Xiong's death hadn't shocked the rebels, this moment of distraction would have been enough to lead Zheng Chen to his death without a burial place.
Gao Shan is dead!
Jiang Yi is dead!
