Master From the King's Fort Chapter 62

At noon, the exercise was halfway through.

In the martial arts arena, drums were still beating, horns were blasting, and the sounds of killing were shaking the sky.

On the high platform, Zhu Houzhao's face was gloomy. He clasped the jade belt with one hand and gritted his teeth so hard that the sound was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Is this the elite force of the sixty-eight guards, the imperial army that protects the capital?"

When the cavalrymen met, they fell off their horses without even crossing their swords.