Most people believed Ye Chen was about to fall...
But!
The man before them remained standing, even pressing forward step by step, into Kong Chi amidst the impact of countless swords!
With each step forward, a tendril was inevitably severed beneath Ye Chen's sword!
That blood-stained figure, trudging arduously amidst the torrent of sword light, was like a blazing iron brand, deeply etching into their souls!
Among the martial artists of the Six Nations, some surrendered to preserve their lives, others for a shred of remaining conscience, and some out of fear by following others!
But at this moment!
They looked at Ye Chen's retreating figure, and their eyes gradually brightened...
In that figure, what they saw was...
Human dignity!
A surge of fervor boiled within their bodies, flooding into their brains in an instant!
"Aaaaaaaaah!!!"
A hundred thousand martial artists, unbelievably and simultaneously, roared in thunderous unison, spurred by Ye Chen's figure!
