บท 1140: Chapter 48 Meng Shuai's Military Records 4 [2 in 1]

Meng Fang's eyes, hawk-like, slanted slightly towards the village chief as he spoke those words.

Just a brief glance, nothing more.

But to the village chief, it felt like an instant immersion in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, as if the Heavenly Fate Long Knife were pressed against his throat, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

The village chief felt a freezing dread throughout his body, a shiver of intense cold.

At that moment, he nearly wet himself.

A sudden urgency gripped his lower body, both front and back.

Back then, Meng Fang, a mere ordinary villager, could kill Old Mo as easily as slaughtering a chicken.

Now, as the Mighty General with high authority, if he wanted to kill him, it would surely be no more effort than crushing a bug!

No, today, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger, just a look would suffice.

His several thousand wolf-like personal guards could tear him to pieces in an instant, without any worry of consequences.