Time seemed to have stopped.
Luo Zai held his keen-edged Long Halberd, the King of Han's corpse hanging from it, blood dripping down.
A breeze brushed Luo Zai's cheeks and countless other faces, and the clamorous battlefield seemed to fall silent for an instant.
Everyone stared at that corpse-a noble king!
Then came wild cries, running footsteps, weapons being dropped, armor being unfastened, nobles shouting, and countless screams.
Frenzied trampling, aimless running-looking up, one saw bright red blood, snow-white brains, red-and-white flesh, broken bones jutting out through it with sinews still attached. What splendid scenery for a slaughterhouse.
Luo Zai watched it all impassively, surrounded by the ten summoned guards.
The Luo State Dare-to-Fight Warriors looked in astonishment at the ten men who had appeared out of thin air. The ten Warriors bowed their heads without a word.
Hot sweat beaded on everyone's faces. Charging an enemy formation was no easy task.
But for the Luo State Dare-to-Fight Warriors, this had been no more than a warm-up.
Truly elite soldiers stored enough fat on their bodies to sustain prolonged, high-intensity combat.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, the King of Wei was scared witless.
In so little time, the King of Han, who had just been trading barbed remarks and mockery with him, had become a corpse.
The Han army had been like paper, pierced through at a single thrust from the Luo State Dare-to-Fight Warriors.
At a complete loss, the King of Wei streamed cold sweat as he asked, "My ministers, what should we do now?"
The Wei ministers were equally shocked. When the Luo State Dare-to-Fight Warriors had killed the King of Qin earlier, they had thought it was thanks to the assistance of the Han and Wei armies.
Now it seemed Luo State had merely been