Looking at Wei Bo before him, Zhao Feng offered no reply. He spurred his horse and charged forward, spear in hand.
"Kill!"
Wei Bo also raised his long spear, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he lunged at Zhao Feng.
The moment the two men met, Zhao Feng's brow furrowed and he thrust his spear through the air. In a flash, it pierced through Wei Bo's Battle Armor and body with the speed of lightning.
"Ah..." Wei Bo let out a blood-curdling scream, a wail of agony.
"Bo'er!" From a distance, Wei Wuji heard the scream and his heart clenched. He had no children of his own; this nephew was his closest kin, into whom he had poured years of affection and training. But now...
Zhao Feng paid it no mind. On the battlefield, there were only comrades and enemies. With a slight exertion of force, he hoisted Wei Bo's body high on his spear, displaying it for all the surrounding Wei troops to see.
"General Wei..."
"He's been killed in battle!"
