With a single sweeping spear strike, dozens of his most elite royal guards perished just like that.
But Zhao Feng paid no attention to his daze.
He abruptly spurred his horse.
Thud!!
The iron hooves of the warhorse thundered forward.
Zhao Feng rode straight across the flesh and blood of foreign tribes on the ground, charging directly at the King of Donghu.
"I will fight you to the death!"
The King of Donghu gritted his teeth and swung his blade at Zhao Feng.
But before he could bring it down—
A flash of cold light tore through the air.
With a sickening sound,
The Tyrant Spear pierced through the King of Donghu's battle armor in an instant, boring straight through his chest.
"To me,"
"You are nothing but an ant."
"Too slow."
Zhao Feng's icy voice rang in the dying King of Donghu's ears.
"You... you... evil spirit..."
The King of Donghu, with his last strength, coughed up blood and uttered his final words.
Then his head lolled, and he died instantly.
