Listening to these words of Wu Wu,
Zhao Feng laughed, his face a cold sneer: "When the Qin Army sets out to conquer, when have we ever needed the aid of you Foreign Tribes?"
"Conflict among the kingdoms of Shenzhou, when have we required your interference?"
"Our vast and mighty Huaxia, how could we allow you Foreign Tribes to run rampant?"
"Since you have set foot within the borders of Huaxia, you must be prepared to die."
"Daqin Elite Soldiers, hear my command."
"Pursue the Foreign Tribes, leave none alive."
"Kill."
Zhao Feng roared hoarsely.
He fiercely spurred his horse.
The warhorse under him accelerated once more, giving chase toward Wu Wu.
In a flash, Zhao Feng's figure charged forth.
The cavalry behind Wu Wu were smashed to pulp in the blink of an eye.
"I will fight you to the death!"
Wu Wu bellowed, wheeling his horse about, brandishing his war saber, slashing toward Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng casually raised his spear to block.
