The Death of General Feng Wu

This was the Second Layer of the Tenth Tier Lin Ming, relying on the deep foundations accumulated by the system over the years. Fighting above his rank in his normal state was simply no difficult task for him at all; it could even be said to be everyday routine.

He even felt that this was merely a warmup exercise, not even worth a sweat.

On the city wall, General Scarlet Flame watched in dumbfounded shock, his mouth open wide enough to fit an egg, and muttered to himself:

"He... Just how strong is he? Is he even human? This is simply an Ancient Fierce Beast draped in human skin!"

General Feng Wu's complexion was even as pale as paper, devoid of a trace of color, her lips trembling so she could not utter a single word, and her legs were slightly weak.

She finally understood thoroughly how foolish and fortunate it was that she had been haughty and deliberately difficult in front of Lin Ming earlier. If Lin Ming had held the slightest bit of killing intent toward her back then, even just a single thought, she probably wouldn't even have scraps of bones left now, and would have long since been turned to ashes!

"Enough!"

Just as Tuoba Xiong was about to be beaten to death alive and completely lose consciousness, a cold shout containing icy anger and majesty rang out like an exploding thunderclap.

Tuoba Ying, who had been watching coldly from the side with a gloomy expression like water, finally could not hold back and aggressively made his move!

His figure flashed, appearing between Lin Ming and Tuoba Xiong like a teleportation, and a long spear that was pitch-black all over, exuding a chilling cold light and wisps of deathly aura, appeared in his hand from nowhere.