The Prairie Khan was, for Du Chengfeng, still just a legendary name.
Although Du Chengfeng had also encountered quite a number of prairie warriors and knew that the Prairie Khan was preparing to lead troops southward, he could never have imagined that this Prairie Khan would be so bold, even venturing alone into the emperor's tomb, facing the giant alone.
But what surprised him even more was finding himself fighting alongside this Prairie Khan one day.
"Kill!!!"
The burly man swung his trident spear, his eyes filled with frenzied battle intent.
"Die!"
Zheng—
Just as the trident spear was about to stab at the massive giant, the shadow of a Heavy Great Saber blocked the deadly blade in its tracks.
The shadow formed by the pitch-black Evil Qi was all too familiar to Du Chengfeng, and the War Blade phantom in the opponent's hand was exactly the same as the weapon he currently wielded.
