Chu State's defeat was truly too devastating.
When a million corpses ceased to be a figure of speech and became a reality, what a terrifying picture that was.
Countless swollen corpses had soaked until they turned white, strewn among the mountains and waters.
On branches, along roads, beneath city walls-they were everywhere.
Even the Qin Army, which slaughtered people like cutting hemp, felt chills creeping through their hearts.
Yet their hands never stopped. These were military merits, benefits worth real gold and silver.
"General, too many civilians died in the attack on Chu State. The Chu people must hate you to the marrow.
"Among the Chu Mohists are countless Youxia who think little of life and death. I fear they now wish they could drink your blood and eat your flesh."
The voice was heavy with worry.
Bai Qi drew his Sharp Sword with a sharp hiss. Cold light flashed as he said flatly, "Years ago, when I was defeated at Luoyi, the King did not kill me. He even bestowed this sword upon me and raised my rank.
"From that moment on, I resolved to sweep the realm clean for the King, annex the six states, and then take King Yu's Nine Tripods from Luo State.
"Doing all these things, one after another, takes time.
"I have killed enough people in my lifetime to fill the wilderness. I doubt I will live long.
"Duke Wu of Luo kept me penned inside Guanzhong for so many years that a white hair has appeared at my temple.
"I do not know how much time I have left. So even if it violates the harmony of Heaven, even if it endangers my own life, I must still do it.
"It is time to return to the Central Plains. Han and Wei, Qi,