Looking at Ye Xin, Yang Chen laughed heartily: "Having such a fine lady, what more can I wish for!"

But enemy soldiers suddenly swung towards Ye Xin to stab.

Seeing this, Yang Chen's eyes widened with rage, and he roared, "Dare hurt my concubine, you shall die!"

Suddenly, a mighty power burst forth from Yang Chen, directly throwing aside two nearby men, swinging the Hegemon's Halberd to sever the head of the one trying to harm Ye Xin.

Blood spurted out, and a good head soared into the air.

Yang Chen swung the Hegemon's Halberd fiercely, smashing it on the ground, causing it to tremble.

Yang Chen glared at several people, shouting angrily: "Whoever dares to harm my concubine, I'll take their life!"

At this moment, Yang Chen felt like he had the strength to lift mountains and was peerless.

The enemy commanders exchanged glances, somewhat fearful.

But they understood that Yang Chen was already at the end of his ropes.

Immediately, a few yelled angrily and attacked Yang Chen and the concubine again.

Seeing this, Yang Chen sneered and shouted, "Come on!"

Immediately, Yang Chen swung the Hegemon's Halberd and fought fiercely with a few men.

Ye Xin did not show weakness either, entangled two men.

After killing two, reducing the pressure further, Yang Chen felt much more relieved.

Immediately, Yang Chen swung the Hegemon's Halberd, beheading one person, and then pierced another's heart with a sword.

Both were killed by Yang Chen just like that.

At this moment, Yang Chen seemed possessed by the War God, radiating an overwhelming murderous intent.

"Hahaha!" Yang Chen laughed loudly, "You trapped my concubine in such danger, all of you deserve to die!"

The remaining few's expressions changed slightly.

Yang Chen pressed the advantage, wielding the Hegemon's Halberd to suppress them.

The few couldn't help but retreat, and shouted: "Retreat quickly!"

They immediately withdrew, actually ordering guards to charge forward.

They wanted to use human waves tactics, to exhaust the two to death!

Seeing this, Yang Chen's pupils contracted, and he roared angrily: "Despicable wretches!"

Numerous guards approached, Yang Chen roared angrily, the Hegemon's Halberd like a reaper, swept across, severing guards at the waist, their armor as thin as paper.

The sword in Ye Xin's hand also showed no weakness, flashing sword light, inevitably stirring up a wave of blood.

Whenever an enemy approached beside Ye Xin, Yang Chen's Hegemon's Halberd would inevitably arrive.

And when anyone tried to attack Yang Chen, Ye Xin's sword light would surely respond.

The two were like soul-collecting demons returned from hell, their murderous aura soaring.

Ye Xin, dressed in red, flickered among enemies like a wild battlefield's vivid mandala, beautiful and deadly!

Yang Chen was like an unparalleled War God, wherever he went, life was harvested.

But everyone eventually tires.

The two killed who knows how many hundreds or thousands, their Hegemon's Halberd and sword growing increasingly heavy.

Ye Xin's long skirt was also somewhat torn, even the shoulder was cut, exposing snow-white skin and crimson blood.

Yang Chen's battle armor was also damaged in many places, blood-drenched, like a hellish demon.

Gradually, Yang Chen and Ye Xin joined their team, slaughtering madly.

But they could only retreat gradually.

The number of people around Yang Chen became fewer.

Thunk!

A guard stood before Yang Chen, pierced by a long halberd, laughed bitterly, and shouted to Yang Chen: "My King! Fighting alongside you, no regrets this life!"

The long halberd was withdrawn.

Thunk!

Blood spurted out.

The guard's lips curled with a comforting smile, swinging back a sword, severing an enemy's throat, roaring angrily, and charging into the enemy crazily.

Thunk thunk thunk!

Countless halberds pierced his body, but he stubbornly retreated several meters.

His sword swung, slicing through enemy throats, taking several lives.

Just like that, the halberd pierced his body as he stubbornly stood his ground, his breath cut off.

"Ah!" Yang Chen's eyes widened with rage, and he roared, wielding the sword madly!

This happened constantly.

"My King! See you in the next life!"

"My King! I'll follow even in death!"

"No regrets this life!"

"Worth fighting with the King!"

"After eighteen years, I'll serve under you again!"

...

Yang Chen watched as his subordinate men were pierced by halberds, eyes wide with rage, killing enemies madly, yet powerless.

Finally, Yang Chen and his men were surrounded, forced to the edge of Wujiang River.

Everyone was scarred and breathless, even unable to hold their weapons, yet their eyes still flashing mad murderous intent, their battle will still tumultuous!

Although fewer than a hundred remained, the enemy dared not advance a step.

They were afraid!

Intimidated by Yang Chen and his men's madness and battle spirit.

No one dared advance, because advancing meant death!

Thunk!

Yang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, laughed wildly: "Hahaha! In my life as Xiang Yu, I rode and fought, killed countless enemies, wish to reclaim Chu, but heaven did not aid me. This day's battle, we also won!"

"Victory!"

"Great victory!"

For them, this extremely lopsided battle was already a victory.

Yang Chen looked around at his soldiers, seeing their scars, his heart aching, he said solemnly: "In my life as Xiang Yu, I have no regrets to heaven and earth, but regret to the people of Jiangdong, regret to many soldiers, regret to... you, concubine!"

"My King!" Everyone's heart was heavy, looking at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen smiled tragically, "This battle is fated, destined to end me, unable to reclaim Chu, I have no face to see the Jiangdong people!"

"My King..."

"But you should not end this way!" Yang Chen looked at the enemy, shouted: "Liu Bang, did you not offer a thousand gold to buy my head? Today, I give it to you, but let my soldiers leave!"

"My King! Do not!"

"My King! We swear to follow you to death!"

"Willing to share life and death with the King!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Swear not to surrender!"

...

Everyone cried mournfully.

Yang Chen raised his hand to halt them, looking at his concubine.

"Concubine, following me has made you suffer," Yang Chen said affectionately.

Ye Xin shook her head slightly, smiled ethereally, like a flower blooming.

"My King, you love to watch me dance with a sword, let me dance once more for you, concubine?" Ye Xin smiled.

Yang Chen nodded slightly.

Ye Xin's sword was already broken, she stepped forward to take the sword from Yang Chen's hand, stepped back two steps, twisted her graceful body, dancing with the sword.

Her shadow danced, her skirt fluttered, still so beautiful.

Unfortunately, Ye Xin's hair scattered, her skirt torn, stained with dark blood, who knows if hers or the enemy's.

After the sword dance finished, Yang Chen's tiger eyes were filled with tears.

Other soldiers' hearts were also heavy, tears streaming down.

"My King!" Ye Xin's silhouette stood, gently watching Yang Chen, softly said: "Concubine... will follow only you this life!"

Finishing, she raised the sword in her hand, brushed against her neck!

Thunk!

A burst of blinding crimson sprayed out.

"Concubine!" Yang Chen exclaimed, his eyes wide as he rushed forward, holding Ye Xin's soft body.

However, this body had no life, gradually growing cold.

"Ah! Concubine! I have wronged you!" Yang Chen cried out in anguish, picked up the sword, shouted: "Spare my soldiers' lives, concubine, I'll join you!"

With that, the sword slit his throat!

"My King!" Soldiers cried mournfully.

The north wind howled, the world in despair!