Chapter 343 The Fall Of The Tyrant

• The autumn breeze gently rustled the maple leaves, causing them to gracefully descend to the ground. The chilly wind of autumn brought a sense of desolation and melancholy, enveloping the scene in a somber silence. Zhang Xiao Lazzari knelt in silence, bowing his head to Yulian, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. It was uncertain whether the marks were from the fallen maple leaves or the blood trickling down from Zhang Xiao Lazzari's forehead.
• Huotian Hong observed the scene with a heavy heart, feeling a pang of sorrow for the once mighty hero now reduced to such a pitiful state.
• After a lifetime of battles and struggles, the once formidable leader of the Qing gang now knelt in a state of despair, pleading for mercy for his family.