With just one sweeping spear strike, dozens of his most elite royal guards perished.
But Zhao Feng paid no mind to their stunned faces.
Suddenly spurred his horse.
Thud!!
The iron hooves of the warhorse clattered.
Zhao Feng charged straight over the flesh of the foreign tribes, heading directly for the King of Donghu.
"I will fight you to the death."
The King of Donghu gritted his teeth, wielding his blade towards Zhao Feng in a slashing motion.
But before the strike could fall.
A gleam like freezing light pierced through the air.
With a sound like a breath.
The Tyrant Spear instantly penetrated the battle armor of the King of Donghu, piercing through his chest.
"To me."
"You are like an ant."
"Too slow."
Zhao Feng's icy voice reached the ears of the dying King of Donghu.
"You... you... evil spirits..."
The King of Donghu used his last ounce of strength, spat blood, and uttered his last words.
Then his neck slumped, and he died on the spot.
