Seeing the North Fre King slain by a single spear thrust from Lu Chen, Xiao Pengthian suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Indeed, it was just as he had thought...
The strange weapon in the North Prince's hands was as terrifying as the Thunderous Heavenly Thunder.
Although the North Fre King was quite old, he was still a Grandmaster!
A Grandmaster had been killed from such a distance without even seeing the face of his enemy.
How terrible!
Too terrible!!!
At this moment, Xiao Pengthian felt somewhat relieved, grateful that he had already submitted to the North Prince. Had he harbored any wayward thoughts when leaving North City to return to the Sky Wolf King Tribe, such as declaring himself king within the tribe and making a run for it without coming to North City,
he might have one day encountered the North Prince's army on the battlefield. Perhaps the North Prince would have then given him a spear just like that.