Facing three arrows, Ye Qingzhou first shot and killed a well-dressed person among the rebels, causing the enemy to lose command and control, then charged into the crowd alone, unleashing his unmatched power.
Wherever his sword blade reached, corpses lay in heaps, and blood flowed everywhere.
The rebel soldiers were just a motley crew, having never seen a fierce fighter like Ye Qingzhou.
In the blink of an eye, their morale collapsed, and they scattered in flight. Ye Qingzhou, too lazy to pursue, mounted his horse directly, and charged towards the next gathering of rebels.
He transformed into a tireless reaper, bringing endless slaughter and fear wherever he went.
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At the horse market west of the city, inside the post house, travelers in Yu Yang on business used tables and chairs to block the door, carrying lots of valuables, fearing that the rebels would kill and rob them.
"Brother Feng, what should we do?"
"There are so many rebels outside!"
