At this moment, the conclusion on the grand hall was already predestined.
Wen Chudao drew a Horizontal Blade from the waist of a guard beside him and threw it at Yang Quan's feet.
Clearly, Wen Chudao hoped Yang Quan would end himself.
However, Yang Quan merely glanced coldly at the Horizontal Blade on the ground and sternly said to everyone in the grand hall, "I am the Emperor! Since I am the Emperor, how could I let blades and weapons touch my body?"
Even a defeated king has his pride.
Then, the Red Emperor Yang Quan glanced at the pillar above the grand hall.
The pillar was robust, indeed capable of bearing him.
"As Emperor, when I die, I should die standing tall between heaven and earth. To hang oneself, connecting neither to heaven above nor to earth below. Not good, not good."
At this moment, many doubted if the Red Emperor Yang Quan was reluctant to die, and was therefore stalling for time to think of other solutions.
Finally, Yang Quan set his gaze on Zhang San.
