"Did I actually win like this???"
"Stop!" Liu Jing shouted at Xuanlingzi, "Those common people—"
Xuanlingzi seemed not to hear, continuing to recite incantations. Chen Rui grabbed Liu Jing's arm: "Great King, those who achieve great things do not care about small matters. A little sacrifice brings peace to the world!"
Liu Jing shook off his hand, yet found himself powerless, not daring to enter Xuanlingzi's zone of divine wrath.
The so-called invincible Iron Eagle Guard of the Xiang Family Army were like ants before the might of heaven and earth, tormented by landslides, floods, and fires.
On the morning of the third day, Xiang Yong, with only a hundred personal guards, broke through but was struck by a blood-red lightning while crossing Yingshui, turning man and horse to dust.
"Immortal!!"
"Heaven bless King Jing!"
The news of victory returned to the camp, the whole army rejoiced.
