Immortal Rope Secretly Binds the Soaring Guest, Iron Fire's Edge Awaits the Eight Wastelands

Linzi City, Qi royal palace.

Inside the hall, silence reigned like a tomb.

The King of Qi sprawled on his throne, the bead curtains of his crown hanging crookedly to reveal the pale, bloated face beneath.

He clutched a bamboo scroll in his hand. He had read the words on it no fewer than ten times.

Yan State had fallen!

That Blood-Clad Army had conveniently wiped out Donghu as well, and now even the Xiongnu were about to be destroyed.

That Blood-Clad Army was like a horde of asuras, slaughtering from south to north. When the killing fever took them, they would even slaughter the surrounding foreign tribes along the way.

And now, of the six states, only Chu State and Qi State remained.

Chu State still retained considerable strength.

But Qi State...

The hundred thousand elite troops Qi State had sent to aid Wei State had been reduced to dust with a wave of Zhao Cheng's hand, along with their commander, Lu Zhonglian.

After that battle, Qi State had lost more than half the troops within its borders.

Now, the only forces the King of Qi could mobilize were twenty thousand old and weak guards stationed in Linzi City, along with thirty or forty thousand miscellaneous soldiers scattered throughout the cities and towns, who could not even scrape together a full set of armor.

Such forces, let alone stopping the Blood-Clad Army, would be like a mantis trying to block a chariot even against the ninety thousand Qin Army soldiers of the northern frontier under Meng Wu.

"Let us surrender..."

A despondent whisper came from a corner of the hall.

It was Chancellor Hou Sheng. He knelt upon his mat with his head lowered, his voice seeming to squeeze out from the mud. "Yan State has fallen, Wei State