Zhao Feng fought his way through.
All around him lay the corpses of the Han Imperial Guards.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Feng had slaughtered through the Han Imperial Guards and charged straight to the King of Han.
Dragon Spring flashed.
It landed squarely on the King of Han's neck.
Blood dripped from the blade onto the King's ceremonial robe.
"Take one more step, and your king's life is forfeit."
Zhao Feng turned his head, gazing coldly at the Imperial Guards around them and shouted.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Everyone, disperse!" The King of Han screamed in terror.
"Yes, sir."
The Han Imperial Guards scattered all around, not daring to make a single move.
"Hero…"
"You are but a Capital Commandant of Qin, there's no need to go so far against me."
"As long as you let me go, I can grant you riches and honor, and take you to Wei, where you will be made a general, commanding troops as Great General."
"Moreover…"
