The luxurious carriage drove away, leaving behind a large group of petrified border guards. It wasn't until the carriage was far in the distance that someone remembered the Royal Tributor they revered as a god. A few people rushed over, only to find the Tributor—a man who normally wouldn't even deign to glance at them—sprawled limply on the ground like a dog, completely motionless!
A pool of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Someone went over and gently checked Cui Zhongyue's neck, then exclaimed in horror, "The Tributor... the Tributor is dead!"
"What? You want me to withdraw my troops?" Inside the imperial palace of the New Qin Empire, Cui Qi, exuding the majesty of an Emperor, smashed a table with a single slap. He turned and roared at the trembling border guard general kneeling below him.
"Yes... The person in the carriage didn't even show their face. They killed the Lord Tributor with their aura alone..."
