Yuan Shao, holding a wine cup, stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to the King of Guhu, and asked, "My journey is urgent; may I ask how many troops your country can provide?"

The King of Guhu also looked troubled: "Our small country has a small population, with a maximum of only five hundred people, which can be drawn from our ranks!"

Five hundred people?

Yuan Shao's face darkened: "It seems your country has no intention of cooperating properly!"

"Angel, what are you saying? We really can only muster this many men!"

Seeing that Yuan Shao was already angry, the King of Guhu also explained with a bitter expression.

Yuan Shao's expression softened: "In that case, I will not make things difficult for you. After you drink this cup, please gather your country's soldiers as soon as possible so that I can depart quickly!"

"Please rest assured, angel, I will never delay your important matter!"

Seeing that Yuan Shao seemed unwilling to stay any longer, the King of Guhu felt relieved. While making his promise, he also raised his wine cup and bowed to Yuan Shao.

Just as the King of Guhu was raising his wine cup to drink, Yuan Shao suddenly smashed the cup to the ground.

"Clang!"

The sound of a wine glass shattering echoed throughout the banquet hall.

"King Hu has defied the Son of Heaven; his crime deserves death!!"

With a loud shout, Yuan Shao swiftly drew his long sword and thrust it toward the chest of the King of Guhu with lightning speed.

With a "splatter" sound, blood splattered, and King Guhu looked at the long sword piercing his chest in disbelief before collapsing to the ground.

"kill!!"

At the same time, Dong Zhuo, Li Jue, Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Xu Chu, Xiahou Dun, Xiahou Yuan, and others immediately drew their long swords and charged towards the surrounding officials and nobles.