What wealth and glory.
What royal power and sovereignty.
The countless palaces have all turned to dust.
And in this moment of grand demise, the sound of weapons screeching erupts.
Buzz!!!
Two figures soar into the sky, then swiftly descend.
One of them seems to lack martial prowess.
It's as if a gentle Jin Qi sent him down, and though his luxurious attire was dust-covered and he appeared disheveled like some vagabond beggar, a closer look revealed that it was indeed the current Lord of Central State, His Majesty the Red Emperor.
Landing on the ground, he sat there with a grimace.
The other one forcefully soared to a great height.
Wielding a dark golden weapon, tearing through the void, emitting a series of sharp and intense whistling sounds, clashing with another weapon, producing crisp and clear collision sounds, and then suddenly ending, dropping down fiercely.
Officials led by the Imperial Observatory's scribe were unaware that the one above was Prince Qin.
