Sun Jianguo’s eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze as piercing as an eagle’s as he coldly barked, "Stop deluding yourself. Any man, when fueled by rage, will find his movements becoming impulsive. This is experience—the kind of experience you young people will never understand. Even if you realize it now, your fury is already brewing, impossible to quell. Accept your execution! The descendants of the Zhao family have no place in this world!"
With a thunderous roar, a long spear materialized between his hands. It swirled like a terrifying hurricane, lashing out at Zhao Tiezhu in a wild frenzy. Instantly, the wind began to shriek; the spear moved like a dragon, the true qi erupting from it coalescing into a gale that swept toward Zhao Tiezhu. It felt as if thousands of spear shadows had manifested at once, sealing off every possible avenue of escape.
Faced with this onslaught, Zhao Tiezhu was struck by the sheer scale of the attack. He was indeed a veteran Grandmaster; his prowess was extraordinary. One man with the power of an entire battalion! If he were fighting ordinary soldiers, his speed alone would be enough to wipe out hundreds. Only a peer of his own caliber could hope to contend with such a force.
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