Zhao Feng charged through, leaving the ground littered with the corpses of Han Imperial Guards. In the blink of an eye, he had broken through their ranks and reached King Han. Dragon Spring flashed, its blade resting directly on the king's neck. Blood dripping from the sword's edge stained King Han's robe.
Zhao Feng turned his head and shouted coldly at the surrounding guards, "Take one more step, and your king is a dead man."
"Don't come any closer! All of you, disperse!" King Han screamed in terror.
"Understood."
The surrounding Han Imperial Guards scattered, not daring to make a sudden move.
"Esteemed warrior," King Han said, "you're merely a Qin Capital Commandant. There's no need to treat me so harshly. If you release me, I can offer you wealth and honor. Moreover, I can take you to Wei and make you a general—a Great General in command of armies."
