Huang Feihu and his party had only just left Lintong Pass, not daring to delay for even a moment, urging their horses into a mad gallop all the way as they headed straight for Tong Pass.
Though the pursuers behind them were far away, hearts had yet to settle, and both men and horses were utterly exhausted. They only hoped to break through this pass as quickly as possible and find a place to settle.
When they arrived beneath Tong Pass, the defending general Chen Tong had already received the report and personally led troops out of the pass to block their path.
Seeing Huang Feihu fleeing in such a sorry state, with only remnants of his troops and family left at his side, Chen Tong immediately gave a cold laugh, leveled his spear, spurred his horse, and charged straight for Huang Feihu.
Huang Feihu had been fleeing for days on end, his mind and strength alike worn to the brink. He forced himself to raise his spear and meet the attack.
The two fought for several exchanges. Chen Tong knew he could not match him head-on, and suddenly made a feint with his spear, wheeled his horse around, and fled.
Huang Feihu did not know it was a trick and drove his horse after him.
But then Chen Tong flung his hand back, and from his sleeve flew a crimson hidden weapon—the very signature technique, the Fire Dragon Dart.
Fire flashed, swift as a shooting star, and struck Huang Feihu squarely in the chest.
Feihu let out a miserable cry, toppled from his horse, and died on the spot.
Seeing this from the side, Zhou Ji was greatly shocked and hurriedly urged his horse forward to try to save him, but Chen Tong had already raised the Fire Dragon