Xiao Zeyu's spearhead pierced the gap in Wan Qingzhi's shoulder armor and knocked him off his horse. The spearhead was pressed against Wan Qingzhi's neck. If he dared to move, he would pierce through him and take his life.
"You... Just kill me!"
Wan Qingzhi's eyes turned red. Did he lose to a young kid? The deep sense of humiliation made him glare at Xiao Zeyu with hatred. A warrior could be killed but not humiliated. He only wanted a quick death.
Wan Qingzhi knew how miserable he would be if he fell into Xiao Zeyu's hands. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and wanted to commit suicide, but Su Qing shot him in the wrist with an arrow. The dagger fell to the ground, and blood flowed everywhere.
"You guys…"
Wan Qingzhi was in so much pain that his facial features were all scrunched up together, but he forced himself not to scream. He said to Xiao Zeyu in a trembling voice,
"Give me a quick death."
