Digging Another Big Pit

When you beat the young, the old come out—such was the way of the world. It was like back when Lin Qi caused trouble in Dunkirk: if anyone had truly laid a hand on him, Blackbeard would surely lead a band of burly men masked in black gauze into someone's residence in the dead of night and beat them bloody. And it was far from the first or second time he had done such a thing.

If Blackbeard could do it, could Blood Xiang Duke not do the same?

A mass of bloody shadow strolled over from the side road. As it passed the unconscious Yue Lengtu sprawled on the ground, its steps did not falter in the slightest, as if it had not seen him at all. A faint smell of blood gradually spread through the air, growing ever thicker. By the end, Lin Qi even felt that what he was inhaling was no longer air, but sticky blood plasma.

Yue Tu, the ninth-generation Blood Xiang Duke of the Blood Qin Empire. For generations, his family had guarded the eighteen provinces of the southwestern frontier, commanding no fewer than ten million valiant soldiers and fighting the invading enemies of the Eastern Subcontinent year after year. Speaking of military merit, not a single person in the entire Blood Qin Empire could compare to him. The various powers of the Eastern Subcontinent simply invaded too often and in too great numbers; they were far more difficult to deal with than the beastmen on the northern frontier.

Had the Blood Qin Empire not lacked any precedent for granting kingship to one of a different surname, Yue Tu should have been its first king of another surname.

After years upon years of bloody warfare, coupled with the fact that Yue Tu cultivated a