Soldier after soldier charged forward, fighting desperately. Before long, the soldiers of the Nanxuan Kingdom were pushed onto the defensive.
Although Ye Chen was a modern person and merely a teenage Emperor, he was far from weak on the battlefield. The long sword in his hand slashed continuously, leaving corpse after corpse at his feet!
His silvery-white battle robe was already stained crimson with blood, as was the white horse beneath him.
Chapter 397