Alvin looked at the diminutive figure on the Throne, unsure what he was supposed to say.
This was the legendary emperor whose name would live forever!
Every word he murmured could become thunder, shaking the world!
Every gesture he made could unleash a storm in the mortal realm!
His stature was small, but the loyal soldiers around him were his hands and feet, moving the pieces on the board of heaven and earth...
Alvin had rarely felt such immense pressure from a single person!
Earlier, when the Qin Emperor had seen through the secrets of his swordsmanship, Alvin hadn't thought much of it...
But when the Qin Emperor had stepped into his own body and taken his seat on the Throne, that feeling of looking down upon all creation and gazing upon the masses from on high had emerged!
Alvin tugged at the flustered Shang-Chi and Lu Tong, then sighed and said with some feeling, "There's really something to the idea that where you sit determines how you think!
The same person feels completely different when we're looking up at him from below and when we're standing here in front of him!"
Before either the Qin Emperor or Alvin could speak, Bai Qi, whose aura was terrifying beyond compare, used the help of a guard to prop up his crippled body...
The God of Slaughter looked at Alvin with his one remaining eye and nodded gratefully...
Seeing that Bai Qi seemed about to speak, Alvin hurried to his feet and clasped his hands toward him, smiling as he said, "I'd only ever heard the stories...
Now that I'm standing before a divine general, I know history doesn't lie!
General Bai truly deserves the title of God of War..."
Bai Qi shook his head. "What 'God of War' can a cripple