Yun Yao disgustedly let go of her hand, and the refined man collapsed to the ground like soft mud, making not a sound ever again...
With their three leaders dead, the remaining mob was like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow, huddling together, not daring to advance and unable to retreat.
"My Lady! My Lady! We were just momentarily bewitched by evil spirits, we shouldn't have... we shouldn't have come, we know... we know we were wrong, please... please spare our lives, I beg you!" Several hundred burly men now knelt in unison, frantically kowtowing to the woman standing with her hands behind her back.
Chapter 398