Emperor Xuanming's gaze was a bit cold, as he was quite apprehensive about the veiled threats in Hetu's words.
However, precisely because of this, he had to ascertain the prowess of Beirong's cavalry; otherwise, Great Chu would be like a piece of fat meat everyone wanted to take a bite of, let alone become powerful.
Emperor Xuanming looked at Chu Heng: "Minister Chu, do you have confidence?"
"I will do my utmost not to disappoint Your Majesty." Chu Heng spoke with confidence and conviction, showing no sign of fear.
Emperor Xuanming suddenly smiled, and with the confidence in his voice, loudly asked: "Soldiers of Great Chu, do you have confidence?"
"Yes, we will fight to the death, doing our utmost." The thirty cavalrymen shouted in unison, their momentum overwhelming.
Hetu's eyes darkened, and he felt a bit more apprehensive.
He beckoned, spoke a few words to the subordinates next to him, and then waved them away.
After a short while.
