Staring at Wei Bo before him.
Zhao Feng didn't reply, spurred his horse, raised his spear, and charged forward.
"Kill."
Wei Bo also raised his long spear, murderous intent in his eyes, charging straight at Zhao Feng.
As the two confronted each other face to face.
Zhao Feng's brows tightened, his long spear thrusting through the air.
In just a split second.
The spear pierced through Wei Bo's battle armor and body with lightning speed.
"Ah..."
Wei Bo screamed in agony, a wailing cry breaking out.
"Bo'er."
From afar, Wei Wuji heard Wei Bo's cry of anguish, his heart tightening.
Wei Wuji was childless; this nephew was his closest kin, to whom he had devoted years of affection and training.
But now...
Zhao Feng didn't care at all. On the battlefield, one is either a comrade-in-arms or an enemy.
With a slight exertion.
Zhao Feng raised his spear high, hoisting Wei Bo's body for every Wei soldier in the vicinity to see.
"General Wei."
"Has fallen in battle..."
