This result relieved Murong Tu, who then kept a close eye on the battle.

Between the two soldiers, their weapons clashed repeatedly, the clanging sounds filling the air.

Soon, the two had exchanged twenty blows, and neither had gained the upper hand.

Seeing this, Murong Tu's face lit up with joy. In his eyes, Tuo Lu's movements were getting slower and slower, and he was becoming increasingly weak.

In his view, fighting nine people in a row seemed to be the limit of his procrastination.

Soon, the battle reached the fiftieth round. Seeing that it was almost over, Tuo Lu flicked his wrist and used the "Divine Phoenix Three Nods" technique taught to him by Tong Yuan, thrusting it towards his opponent.

Suddenly, Tuo Lu unleashed three spear flourishes, striking the opponent's throat, chest, and abdomen at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Puff~ Puff~ Puff~"

With the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, the Xianbei warrior who had been fighting Tuolü for a long time fell off his horse.

After defeating his opponent, Tuolü wiped the blood from his face, then, panting heavily, beckoned to Murong Tu with his finger.

Murong Tu's eyes narrowed, and he immediately spurred his horse forward, choosing to fight personally.

Aside from having no more warriors to send, he believed that since Tuolü had used his last bit of strength to kill his ninth subordinate, he could easily win.

However, as he charged forward, he failed to notice the slight upturn of Tuolü's lips.

How could someone who could fight Tong Yuan at his peak for sixty rounds be exhausted by a few Xianbei warriors?

All of this was done by Tuolü just to lure Murong Tu out.

Soon, Murong Tu rushed to Tuo Lu's side. Before he could even raise his weapon, a cold glint flashed, followed by a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw that the spear in Tuolü's hand had already pierced his chest.