His roar was of no use.

The soldiers didn't even put his words in their ears and kept retreating.

As the most loyal old minister around the Lord, how could he sit still and watch? With a clang, he drew his sword on the shoulder of a soldier, "Whoever dares to retreat again will be like this."

Puchi!

With one knife, the soldier's head fell to the ground.

In the past, such bloody means could shock many people, but for some reason, even if he killed this soldier, it would have no effect. Should the soldiers retreat or retreat?

It's like encountering something terrible.

They were so stressed that they were heartbroken and had no idea of ​​resisting.

Standing on the emperor's chariot, the face was calm, but the murderous intent in his eyes gradually boiled. He did not stop the soldiers, but looked into the distance.

I don't know how long it took.
Chapter completed!