In just a moment, Wang Teng had slaughtered this squad of Royal Tent Guards without leaving a single survivor.
Standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Wang Teng appeared like a God of Slaughter, gazing at the Royal Tent just a short distance away. His heart suddenly jolted with astonishment.
The enormous Liao Army camp was eerily silent.
Just as he pondered this, the earth trembled.
"Boom~!" "Boom~!" "Boom~!"
The elite troops of the Liao Army surged out like a swarm.
Countless Royal Tent Guards marched with orderly steps, their might like a mountain, enclosing a ten-zhang area in a circle.
"A bird in a cage! A beast trapped still fights!"
The sun blazed overhead, horses' hooves pounded the ground.
Riding a tall horse, King Liao, surrounded by a crowd, looked down arrogantly at Wang Teng within the encirclement...
He wore a high-plumed helmet, his entire body wrapped tightly in black battle armor.
His aura was overwhelming, his voice like a dragon's roar.