Xiao Zhen led the Heavenly Soldiers into a small city where the Qin imperial clan was temporarily residing. The place was under tight guard, with squads of soldiers vigilantly watching their surroundings.
Within the small city, Xiao Zhen sensed a familiar aura. It was his disciple, Ying Zheng.
It seemed that, as one of the old ancestors, he did not wish to watch the Qin Empire perish either!
After reporting to the Qin Soldiers responsible for the outer defenses, Xiao Zhen and the Heavenly Court generals were soon granted passage.
The current Qin Emperor was already frail with age, his entire body exuding an air of decay.
Yet even so, he had no choice but to kneel on the ground and look humbly at the imposing middle-aged man before him.
"Old Ancestor, your descendant is useless. I failed to defend Xianyang City!"
Ying Zheng said coldly, "You could not even defend the capital. What right do you have to be Emperor of Qin?"
The Qin Emperor shamefully knocked his head against the floor. Having been incompetent all his life, he could not help recalling the moment Xianyang City fell, when the Black Dragon formed from the Qin Empire's National Destiny let out a mournful cry.
Five Great Luo Golden Immortals (true Grand Unity Golden Immortals) had charged toward the imperial palace. When the powerful experts supported by the imperial clan encountered them, they were killed before they could withstand even a single exchange.
In the end, Lord Wu'an Bai Qi, who had long devoted himself to cultivating the Dao of Slaughter, reappeared. Only by holding them back alone did he give the emperor a chance to flee Xianyang City with the imperial clan in disgrace.
Ying Zheng was heartbroken as well. Losing Xianyang City was merely a matter of face;