Long Zhang's expression changed, and he immediately looked over.
"You are?"
Long Zhang stared at the newcomer, his brow tightly knit: "Zhao Feng?"
"What?"
"Surprised to see me?" Zhao Feng smiled faintly.
"Impossible."
"You clearly charged into the city, and you were at the very front. How could you possibly have made it out alive?" Long Zhang stared in terror, almost unable to believe it.
He had kept thinking Zhao Feng would be consumed by the inferno, but now Zhao Feng appeared before him alive and well, instantly shattering the air of everlasting fame Long Zhang had built up moments before.
"Incinerating the city with fire, truly a fine strategy."
"Pity you were overconfident."
"Did you really think I, Zhao Feng, could not discern when to advance or retreat?"
"The moment you set the city ablaze, I withdrew with my elite soldiers from Yanggao City."
"Those who perished in the flames were all your own Wei soldiers." Zhao Feng sneered coldly.
As these words fell—
