C211 The Head of Xu Rong

"The general is so slow." Zhang Fei was covered in blood, and the color of his mount had long disappeared.

"Is it over?" I was relieved.

"As General sees it," Guan Yu dragged his broadsword and urged his horse forward a few steps, "Fortunately, we did not fail our mission."

"Yun Chang, Yi De, you are indeed the talent of the tiger general. I did not misjudge you