"Brother!" Fang Tian's voice cracked raw and pained.
Behind him, Princess Qin Yuyan collapsed to her knees, retching violently.
Who wouldn't? To watch the brother you grew up with, decapitated in an instant, his head rolling lifeless across the dirt was a nightmare no heart could bear.
Fang Yuan did not flinch. His gaze never softened, not even a fraction.
He looked only at Fang Tian.
"If you want to stop me," he said, voice low and immovable, "then grow strong enough to defy me."
Fang Tian's jaw tightened.
Fury trembled in his bones, but he forced it down, swallowing it.
Slowly, painfully, he bowed his head.
"Forgive me, brother. I was… driven by my emotions. I made a fatal mistake."
Fang Yuan sighed, long, quiet, almost weary.
"Take the princess and the others back."
He turned away before the answer could come. His gaze swept across the battlefield.
The Qin soldiers, all of them, were pressed to their knees, groaning under the unbearable weight of his pressure.
