Yang Zhengshan stood atop the battlements, his long spear pointed straight at Prince Qing.
"This humble general, Yang Zhengshan, greets Prince Qing!"
Prince Qing gazed at him, his eyes sharp, and said, "General Yang, what fine schemes and fine skill!"
"Thank you for your praise, Prince Qing!"
The corner of Yang Zhengshan's mouth lifted slightly, and he said, "Next, I may have to wrong Prince Qing a little!"
"You want to take This King down? Hehe, that will depend on whether you have the strength!" Prince Qing gave a cold laugh.
Yang Zhengshan Glanced around. By now, quite a few Soldiers of the Elite Guard Battalion had already climbed onto the city wall, and with the strength of the Elite Guard Battalion Soldiers, even the elites beside Prince Qing and Ji Feiyu would find it hard to withstand them.
Without another word, Yang Zhengshan leaped forward, his long spear stabbing straight out.
"Your Highness, go first!" Ji Feiyu blocked in front of Prince Qing, his trident colliding with Yang Zhengshan's long spear.
However, he had still somewhat underestimated Yang Zhengshan's cultivation. Earlier, when he had blocked the short spear Yang Zhengshan had thrown, he had felt that Yang Zhengshan's strength was above his, but he had still underestimated Yang Zhengshan's strength.
Yang Zhengshan's strength was not merely above his. It far surpassed his.
The heavy Mysterious Iron Spear swung down and pressed onto the trident. With a clang, Ji Feiyu actually failed to keep hold of the trident, and it flew from his hand.
Ji Feiyu's pupils suddenly contracted. Before he could react, Yang Zhengshan had already whipped the spear shaft across his chest.
With a bang, terrifying force struck him. Ji Feiyu only felt a pain in his chest, and immediately after, a gush of sweet, metallic fluid poured