"Great Zhao Deathsworn, Flying Swan Feather Cavalry, Meng Clan Guard, Ironfeather Bird Army... all Special Legions, heed my command! Charge!"
The moment Jian Shang's thunderous shout rang out, the Huan Kingdom's Great Adepts rallied as one. Marquis Wuluo Li Tong, Marquis Dayi Yang Ning, Martial Marquis Tong Meng Tian, Yue Province's Purple-Wing General, and the others channeled their qi and roared their orders.
"Soul of Huaxia, heed my command! Charge!" Di Wushuang followed barely half a beat later, channeling her qi into a ringing shout.
"Vital Healing Art!"
Yu Ji, who had remained under the protection of the Huan Kingdom Forbidden Guards, pushed off on her toes. Fluttering like a butterfly, she swiftly reached Jian Shang's side. Brilliant pink light blossomed from her hands as she slammed them against his back, bathing his entire body in pink radiance until he looked like a figure made of light.
"Hmm?"
"Was the Huan King going to fight to the death?"
Whether the foreign factions, the Penglai Commerce Association, the Spring-Autumn Trading House, Liu Bang and Xiang Yu, the Great Qin Empire, or China's Otherworlders, everyone froze for an instant, their hearts trembling.
Xiang Yu and King Wu of Qin in particular felt as though a bottle of five flavors had overturned in their hearts, leaving them filled with indescribably tangled emotions.
Although Di Wushuang was the Huan Kingdom's Wushuang Marquis, she was also its only Otherworlder apart from the Huan King-though, strictly speaking, she counted as only half of one.
But Di Wushuang was right. China belonged to the Chinese People, to every Chinese person, not merely to the Huan Kingdom!
Why was the Huan King doing this? Was it merely to bolster the Huan Kingdom's prestige? Wasn't the price too steep? Did he truly need to fight so desperately, even deploying