As Zhao Feng noticed Zhao Yan, he immediately spurred his horse and slowly rode over.
"Lift your head," Zhao Feng said coldly.
Faced with the ruthless Zhao Feng before him, Zhao Yan did not dare to disobey. The so-called royal authority and dignity at this moment had vanished completely; he could only tremble and raise his head.
Upon seeing Zhao Yan, even Zhao Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Yet with his face smeared in blood, Zhao Feng's laughter was truly chilling, making Zhao Yan's whole body shudder.
"So, a king of a nation looks this miserable, this humiliated."
"If I were you, I would have ended myself long ago." Zhao Feng mocked him mercilessly.
To loyal and righteous war generals like Lian Po, Zhao Feng, though they were enemies, still kept a measure of respect in his heart.
But for cowardly kings who cling to life and fear death, Zhao Feng naturally only scoffs at them, not even deeming them worth his concern.
"You shall not humiliate me!"
