As Zhao Feng noticed Zhao Yan, he immediately steered his horse over at a slow pace.
"Lift your head," Zhao Feng said coldly.
Faced with the merciless Zhao Feng, Zhao Yan dared not disobey. His so-called royal dignity had vanished, and he could only tremble as he lifted his head.
When he saw Zhao Yan, Zhao Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud. However, with his face smeared in blood, the sound was exceedingly chilling, making Zhao Yan shudder.
"The king of a great state, looking so wretched and humiliated."
"If I were you, I would've taken my own life long ago," Zhao Feng mocked without mercy.
Towards loyal and brave war generals like Lian Po, Zhao Feng held a degree of respect in his heart, even if they were enemies. But for a king like this, one who clung to life out of fear, Zhao Feng was naturally scornful and paid him no real mind.
