C138 Face Slapping(2)

Ling Feng's sharp spear point was only half an inch away from Yang Zhihong's forehead. As long as he took another step forward, Yang Zhihong would die on the spot.

The tip of the spear had already cut open a wound on Yang Zhihong's forehead. Blood dripped down from between his eyebrows, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down from the tip of his nose