These people radiated a fierce, murderous aura; one look was enough to tell they were no ordinary men. They clustered around an elderly man in their center. Though he was advanced in years, his eyes were like those of a hunting beast. The piercing light shooting from his clouded gaze was enough to make anyone who met it want to drop to their knees in submission.
With just one glance, everyone could tell—this was undoubtedly Charhe, the King of Western Regions, who had been revered by the Western Regions people for decades!
Everyone had been fooled by Charhe! They all thought he was bedridden with a diseased and crippled body, unable to rise. Yet seeing him so hale and hearty, effortlessly hoisting two massive hammers in his hands, who could believe he was a decrepit old man with no lethal threat?
If this man were allowed to escape, the merit earned from this campaign would be cut in half!
