Amid gasps of shock, Jiang Chen leaped down from a tree, the upper half of Xuan Zhiyong's corpse still in his hand.
Huo Wu saw this and was completely stunned.
Her eyes moved from the kneeling Nanming Mountain bandits to the half-corpse in Jiang Chen's hand. Staring at the body, Huo Wu was horrified.
"Xuan Zhiyong…"
She recognized it, without a doubt, as the body of the Nanming Mountain bandit, Xuan Zhiyong.
"Heh, General Huo Wu, it seems you're a little late."
"Xuan Zhiyong is right here."
Jiang Chen tossed the corpse from his hand.
Huo Wu took a deep breath.
Her entire demeanor suddenly seemed dejected.
Some of her fighting spirit faded.
She had wanted to compete with Jiang Chen, but now he had not only captured all the bandits but had even killed Xuan Zhiyong himself.
It was hard to imagine how Jiang Chen could have been so fast.
She had only just started up the mountain, yet Jiang Chen had already finished the battle.
