Pan Feng spurred his horse forward. Though he loved to boast, he certainly looked imposing, with a massive frame that marked him at a glance as a man born with extraordinary strength.
Even without martial training, a general born with such strength would be formidable on the battlefield.
Pan Feng's roar thundered out. Horse and rider moved as one, drawing cries of astonishment from both armies.
With that crushing pressure, like Mount Tai bearing down from above, he truly deserved the title of Unshuang Supreme General.
Han Fu watched his favorite general cow everyone with a single roar. Such valor certainly made him look good.
He could not help laughing aloud. "This is my supreme general of Hebei! That Zhang Jue is nothing but a country Daoist. How could he possibly fight my supreme general of Hebei?"
Luo Xiao paid no mind to Han Fu's blathering. He shifted his neck slightly, and the Black Qilin, sharing his intentions, instantly charged forward.
The Black Qilin was a true thousand-mile steed. Unleashing its full strength, it moved so fast it almost left afterimages.
Within a few breaths, Luo Xiao and Pan Feng were nearly upon each other.
The moment Luo Xiao began moving, Pan Feng gazed at the Black Qilin with delight in his eyes. Anyone could recognize at a glance that this was a superb thousand-mile steed.
He could not help laughing wildly. "Once I spear you from your horse, this thousand-mile steed will be...
"Urgh..."
The instant they passed each other, Pan Feng flew into the air. The tip of the spear pierced straight through his throat, then hoisted him high.
Blood poured from Pan Feng's mouth, bright red blood gushing out in an instant. His body was so extraordinarily robust that even this did not kill him outright.
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