Wei Xin lowered his head in thought, and Zhao Fu gave him some time. Five or six minutes later, Zhao Fu spoke again. "Are you willing to submit to my Great Qin now?"
"Your Highness! Don't! We are willing to perish alongside Wei State!" Before Wei Xin could raise his head to answer, countless Wei State citizens cried out in grief.
Wei Xin paused, slowly turning his head to look at his people. His gaze gradually became resolute, and then he looked up at Zhao Fu. "We are willing to surrender!"
Afterward, Wei Xin fell to both knees. Amid the grief and indignation of countless Wei State citizens, he bowed to Zhao Fu in the sky.
With that bow, heaven and earth seemed to tremble, and the winds and clouds changed color. It signified that most of Wei State's fate had begun to drain away.
More than ten strands of crystalline purple aura, as fine as threads, drifted from Wei Xin toward Zhao Fu and merged into the Crown of Kings above Zhao Fu's head. The Crown of Kings trembled slightly and gave off a golden light, rising from gray grade to white grade.
The purple divine dragon in the sky let out a pained, miserable cry as its body began to devolve. Its dragon horns, claws, tail, and whiskers all started to disappear.
In the end, a thirty-meter-long purple great python that somewhat resembled a dragon appeared in the sky. Apart from its dragon-like head, every other part of it was like that of an ordinary python. Though the purple divine dragon had devolved into a python, it was still above ordinary pythons and could be called a python dragon, ranking below a flood dragon.
With a wave of Zhao Fu's hand, the black dragon that had been glaring