C281 King of Zhao

"You, you..."

The Golden Army's body trembled as it raised a hand. It wanted to say something, but it was unable to do so. In the end, its body still fell straight down.

Silence. The entire space was silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on that spot, and their breathing became hurried.

"Three strikes. It was really just three strikes, and Ye Feng killed the Golden Army