Inside the great hall, a wind suddenly rose!
The despair in Ziying, King of Qin's eyes, instantly turned to excitement, and he murmured inwardly.
This... this... this is Lord Tai'an!
A portrait of Jiang Yang had once hung in a lofty gallery in the Qin palace. Ziying had seen it before and recognized him.
Neither of the two men facing each other in the great hall paid him any attention, however.
Before the emperor's throne, atop the steps.
Xiang Yu narrowed his double-pupiled eyes. As he watched the newcomer approach him step by step, surprise rose in his heart.
That splendid bearing left even him somewhat captivated.
But he was an exceedingly proud man, and a thought flashed through his mind.
This member of the Qin royal clan who had suddenly appeared actually dared to face him, even fight him.
Yet in those gleaming golden eyes, Xiang Yu sensed not a trace of fear. Instead, he saw an invincible confidence!
That bearing was calm and composed, like a war god from the Nine Heavens descending into the mortal world.
Such confidence could only be forged with difficulty through a hundred battles without a single defeat.
It was much like how he felt about himself now.
Without question, this was a powerful enemy, but Xiang Yu felt no fear.
Inside the great hall.
Only Jiang Yang's approaching footsteps remained.
A long while passed.
Xiang Yu suddenly burst out laughing.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Good, good, splendid indeed."
"I thought the descendants of tyrannical Qin, its royal nobility, were all hopeless cowards, just like this man."
He pointed at Ying Ziying and spoke disdainfully.
Then he smiled at Jiang Yang.
"But you are different."
"You could have lived, and I would never have known who you were. But today, you dared