The Ten Crows general crumpled to the ground, his body limp. Blinding blood pooled into a small lake on the earth. For an instant, the entire field seemed to fall silent, leaving only the howl of the north wind. Zhao Feng tilted his head, loosened his muscles, sank his breath into his dantian, and bellowed toward the Ten Crows.
"Is there no brat willing to come out and face your father?"
His words rolled across the entire Ten Crows army, wrapped in a fierce Killing Intent. The more timid soldiers in the front ranks stumbled back several paces, fear welling up from the depths of their hearts as their morale plummeted. At that moment, the Ten Crows Great King sat in the central command tent, his face dark, a cold flame burning in his eyes. He was utterly humiliated. He had come to break the pass in high spirits, only to lose two duels in a row.
Today, Zhao Feng had to die!
"Five thousand taels of gold for the first man to seize the banner and slay the enemy general! A mansion, a thousand qing of fertile land, and a hundred beauties besides!" The Ten Crows Great King knew exactly how to rouse his men. He raised a hand and pointed toward the blurred pass, veiled by drifting snow.
"It's all waiting behind that mighty pass!" The Ten Crows Great King slapped the armrest and rose. Drawing breath from his dantian, he shouted, "You are the bravest sons of the Ten Crows! Which of you will bring me that boy's head?"
Beneath such lavish rewards, there would always be a brave man.
Five thousand taels of gold, a mansion, a thousand qing of fertile land, and a hundred beauties—no one could resist such an offer!
A general immediately stepped