A Great Defeat of Zhang Guifang

Zhang Guifang's Crushing Defeat. After all, Nezha had never been some soft persimmon for others to squeeze at will.

Since Feng Lin had struck first, how could Nezha possibly refrain from retaliating?

With a sweep of his arm, golden light flowed, and the glittering Universe Ring flew from his hand. Accompanied by a shrill whistle as it tore through the air, it shot straight at Feng Lin!

Seeing the magical treasure hurtling toward him through the air, Feng Lin felt a chill run through his entire body. His face went deathly pale, and his soul nearly fled in terror as he hurriedly turned his horse around, trying to flee for his life.

But the Universe Ring was a mid-grade spirit treasure, swift as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it smashed heavily into Feng Lin's back.

"Urgh—ahh!"

A miserable scream rang across the battlefield. Feng Lin's internal organs ruptured, his blood and qi churned violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body tilted, and he rolled straight off his horse, collapsing onto the ground with his aura faint. He was gravely injured and on the brink of death.

His deputy general had been defeated in an instant, and his life now hung in the balance. At the sight, Zhang Guifang's fury surged, and killing intent roiled within his chest.

Only now did he put away all his contempt and see clearly that the youth before him was no ordinary person.

The arrogance with which he had once looked down upon all heroes vanished completely, leaving only solemn vigilance in his eyes.

He urged his horse forward, holding his spear horizontally before Feng Lin to shield his subordinate, and said solemnly, "Brat before the battle lines, state your name! I, Zhang Guifang, do not slay nameless men!"