Atop the gate tower.
At the sight, Gongsun Zan cursed furiously on the spot. "Yuan Shao! You have no honor! Two against one-utterly shameless!"
"Third Brother! Go help Zilong!"
Gongsun Zan certainly could not stand by while Zhao Yun fought Yan Liang and Wen Chou, two great generals whose might shook Ji Province, at once. He immediately sent his younger cousin Gongsun Fan out of the city to help.
Gongsun Fan accepted the order without another word and left.
At that moment, Zhao Yun was under tremendous pressure.
Yan Liang and Wen Chou were already formidable, and their coordination was seamless. Fighting the pair together strained even him, forcing him onto the defensive and leaving him little chance to seize the initiative.
Wen Chou thrust his spear straight at Zhao Yun's heart. Zhao Yun raised his own spear to block, deflecting the blow.
But this gave Yan Liang beside him an opening for a surprise attack. His blade swept toward Zhao Yun's head!
Unable to dodge in time, Zhao Yun could only duck to his right.
Yan Liang's blade skimmed past Zhao Yun's head. Though it failed to behead him, it knocked his helmet off.
"Shameless!!!"
Enraged, Zhao Yun reached out and seized the back of Yan Liang's long-handled saber, wrenching the weapon straight from his hands!
"What?!"
Yan Liang's face drained of color, and he could only retreat again and again.
He had never imagined Zhao Yun's arms possessed such terrifying strength that he could snatch his weapon from his grasp.
"Gong Ji, get out of here!"
Wen Chou immediately surged forward to cover the disarmed Yan Liang's retreat. But before he could close in, Zhao Yun abruptly turned and delivered a backward spear thrust, piercing his throat clean through!
One strike killed him!
Glancing back as he fled,