"Thank you for your protection, Divine Lord! Hear my command—seize the Nine Provinces!"
At Liu Bang's shout, everyone charged out like madmen.
The battle lasted three days and three nights. Despite his injuries, Xiang Yu still had Li Yuanba's template, and his fighting prowess remained unparalleled.
Only when he was utterly exhausted did he slit his own throat by the Wu River.
Had he possessed the damage-immune version of Li Yuanba's template, Xiang Yu would never have been injured. Unfortunately, the kings of Chen and Wu, both masters of profound Daoist arts, had already wounded him with lightning attacks, leaving injuries that could not be healed.
"The world has finally fallen into my hands."
Liu Bang turned around, looking back on everything that had happened over the years.
He declared fervently, "Sometimes ambition swells beyond all reason. The king of Chen, the king of Wu, and the Hegemon-King of Western Chu all wanted this world. Why wouldn't I, Liu Bang, want it too?"
He returned to his hometown and sang, "A great wind rises, the clouds soar high."
But Lü Zhi was nowhere to be seen anymore.
Only Su Su remained at home, waiting for her sister and brother-in-law. She knew her sister had become an immortal, but she still could not help missing her.
"At least I still have you, Su Su."
Liu Bang thought that Su Su had been the one he liked in the first place, all those years ago. Things had simply taken an unexpected turn.
Just as he reached out with both hands—
Mist swirled around Su Su, and even the Lü family's ancestral home flew away.
"Just focus on being emperor. Lü Zhi misses her little sister up in heaven, so Su Su might as well ascend."
Ye Zhuo's voice drifted slowly over.
Liu