Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

fast!

Extremely fast!

In the eyes of Hua Xiong and Guan Yu, Zhang Ziqian's action of swinging the Yuwang Spear seemed to stretch out time.

They could clearly see how the huge, menacing black iron spear tore through the air, creating a white shockwave, and then swept across in an unstoppable and irresistible manner.

Hua Xiong's mind went blank.

He tried to dodge, but his body felt frozen and wouldn't obey his commands.

The invisible pressure brought by the "domineering aura" and the boundless fear rising in his heart completely destroyed his will.

He could only watch helplessly as the dark shadow of death magnified infinitely in his pupils.

"puff--!"

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There was only one dull, heart-wrenching sound, like cloth being torn apart.

The menacing spearhead of Yu Wang swept precisely across Hua Xiong's waist.

then……

Nothing happened.

Yu Wang's spear continued its momentum, sweeping across the ground and slamming heavily into the ground behind Hua Xiong.

Boom!

A loud bang!

The earth trembled violently, and a terrifying crater, more than half a person deep, was smashed into the hard frozen soil, with dirt and gravel flying everywhere.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of soldiers were shaken by this devastating blow, staggering and falling.

Everyone stared in horror at the man who had caused all of this.

Hua Xiong, however, remained perfectly still on his horse, motionless.

He looked down at his waist.

There were no wounds there.

"Ha...haha..." He chuckled dryly, as if he had just escaped a disaster. "I...I missed..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A gust of wind blew by.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Hua Xiong's upper body slowly and smoothly slid down from his waist...

"Clatter".

His upper body lay on the ground, his face still bearing the bewildered expression of someone who had just survived a close call.

His lower body remained firmly seated on the horse.

Blood and entrails, like a flood bursting its banks, gushed out from the smooth incision, staining the horse's back and the earth red.

Cut in half!

With a single blow, the man and his armor were cleanly and decisively cut in two!

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard.

The entire battlefield was completely silent.

The battlefield, with tens of thousands of people, was so quiet that you could hear the wind and... the heavy breathing of the stray warhorse.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, their faces contorted in various expressions of horror, completely motionless.

For the first time, cracks appeared on Guan Yu's perpetually icy face.

His lips parted slightly, and his hand gripping the Green Dragon Crescent Blade trembled violently.

He saw it clearly just now.

That spear thrust did hit its mark.

It was just too fast! So fast that it didn't even pause for a moment when severing a human body!

What terrifying power and sharpness!

In the field.

Zhang Ziqian glanced disdainfully at the pile of bloody, mangled flesh on the ground.

"Tsk, it's so dirty."

He walked over to the warhorse that was terrified, picked up the half-corpse still on its back like a chick, and took the still relatively intact head off its belt.

Then, he thrust his head into the tip of Yu Wang's spear.

Pick it up and turn around.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of stunned eyes, he carried the bleeding head, humming a little tune, and strolled toward the Allied camp.

It was as if he had just gone to the market and casually bought a pig's head.

……

Inside the central command tent.

The feudal lords were still waiting anxiously.

Yuan Shao paced back and forth, holding a wine cup.

Cao Cao, on the other hand, sat calmly, holding the cup of wine he had warmed for Guan Yu, occasionally bringing it to his nose to smell it, his face showing an air of complete confidence.

Just then, the curtain was lifted.

Zhang Ziqian carried the Yuwang Spear as he walked in.

All eyes instantly focused on him.

Then, they saw the head with its eyes wide open on the tip of the spear.

"Hua...Hua Xiong?"

Someone cried out in surprise.

Zhang Ziqian walked to the center of the tent and slammed the Yu King Spear down.

He removed the head and tossed it onto the floor in the center of the tent like trash.

Glug glug...

The head rolled a few times and came to rest at Yuan Shao's feet.

"Done, job done."

Zhang Ziqian clapped his hands, then his gaze fell on the cup of wine in Cao Cao's hand.

"Boss," he grinned, "your wine should still be warm, right?"

Cao Cao's hand, holding the wine cup, froze in mid-air.

He looked at the head on the ground, then at Zhang Ziqian who looked relaxed, and his brain went blank for a moment.

It's only been...it's only been a short time.

From the time Zhang Ziqian left until his return, it probably hasn't even been the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!

Just then, a thunderous cheer erupted outside the tent!

"We won! We won!"

"Hua Xiong has been slain! He was killed in a single move by Zhang Zhuangshi!"

Amid cheers, Guan Yu walked in, looking utterly dejected.

He didn't look at anyone, but stared intently at Zhang Ziqian. His phoenix eyes were filled with shock, confusion, frustration, and a trace of... fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

He carried the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, walked up to Cao Cao, and picked up the cup of wine that was still steaming.

Then, he drank it all in one gulp.

The pungent liquor couldn't suppress the bitterness in his heart.

He killed Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm.

The wine is still warm.

However, the one who killed Hua Xiong was not him.

His martial arts skills and strength, which he was so proud of throughout his life, seemed so laughable, so... insignificant in the face of that earth-shattering spear strike.

Zhang Ziqian ignored everyone's reactions. He yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

"Boss, I'm going back to catch up on some sleep, nothing else."

"Oh...okay...okay, Ziqian, you've worked hard. Go and rest." Cao Cao finally came to his senses and quickly said.

Zhang Ziqian nodded, shouldered the Yuwang Spear, and turned to leave.

When he reached the tent entrance, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Guan Yu, who was still holding an empty wine cup and staring blankly.

He thought for a moment, then said very seriously:

"You red-faced one, don't try to steal my kills anymore."

"You can't beat me."