Emperor Dao

[Brother, don't go. I can do it. Just use my flesh and blood to forge the sword...]

[No, I disagree!]

[Even without that sword, I can still annihilate the enemy!!]

In the scene, a man clad in armor, covered in blood, lifted a precious sword without hesitation. He didn't look at the sword-forging furnace and turned away.

A beautiful woman, teary-eyed, stared blankly at the man's retreating figure.

The scene shifted to the battlefield.

The man was extremely brave, single-handedly fighting hundreds of enemy soldiers. Hundreds of corpses lay around him; he was pierced with arrows but stood firm, not retreating.

The man's gaze was resolute, leaning on the precious sword, blood streaming from his mouth. He coldly observed the enemy in front of him.

All the soldiers around the man had fallen, leaving only him.

However, even so!

Thousands of enemy soldiers still hesitated, somewhat fearful of the man before them.