When Zhang Ming led the trusted aide to kick open the palace door.
Zhao Feng walked in slowly.
Upon seeing Zhao Feng.
Everyone in the hall changed their expression drastically.
As the top figures of Wei, few of them could look at Zhao Feng without fear; almost everyone's eyes revealed a dread of death.
Zhao Feng stepped slowly, and they retreated a step, filled with fear.
Even the King of Wei on the throne was no exception at this moment.
Zhao Feng cast a very cold glance, finally settling on the terrified King of Wei on the throne.
"I have only one sentence to say."
"To surrender, kneel."
"To refuse, stand." Zhao Feng said coldly.
The voice echoed throughout the entire hall.
Just one sentence.
The intimidation it brought was like a thunderbolt.
"I surrender."
"Spare me."
"I don't want to die."
"Please, General, spare my life..."
The cries of fear echoed in the hall.
Immediately.
