The world is in chaos, princes and dukes vie for power, winners are kings, losers are outlaws, as it has always been.
Since they are opponents, since they have stepped into the ring, they must have the resolve to stake their lives.
Zhu Yuanzhang knows it, and so does Chen Jie.
In order to become a future overlord of the world, controlling everything, neither is someone with narrow vision. Therefore, when Chen Jie thrust the sword toward Zhu Yuanzhang's chest.
Although he felt unwilling, he did not show any of it. If he could play, he could afford to lose.
Furthermore, losing to a peer who also possesses the Three Divine Skills of the Human Emperor is not something Zhu Yuanzhang would complain about. It is far better than dying at the hands of an incompetent person.
Thinking in this way.
Zhu Yuanzhang prepared himself, come on, give me a swift one.
Chen Jie naturally didn't waste words. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, even if it's Zhu Yuanzhang, he must die!
