Conspiracy

As the sounds of battle gradually died down, the two sides of the battlefield became clear.

Yang Heng, who originally held the absolute advantage, was already at a disadvantage.

This was a path that could no longer be looked back.

Yang Heng crashed heavily onto the ground. Without hesitation, Feng Qingying stomped on Yang Heng's chest and pointed the black iron sword in his hand at's neck. "Yang Heng, you're dead for sure."

The people he brought over far surpassed Feng Qingying's men, but because of the profound iron, they, who had originally held the upper hand, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. In the end, they died by Feng Qingying's hands.

When he thought of this, his eyes were full of regret.

If he knew that Feng Qingying had kept this trump card in mind, he wouldn't have come personally to find Feng Qingying. In the end, he was too rash enough to think that he could easily take care of this woman.