"Great King."
"Now is not the time to worry about this matter. We should leave the royal palace first."
"There are only ten thousand Imperial Guards in the palace, it's impossible to hold off the Qin Army," the temple official said in a panic.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Retreat, retreat from the royal palace."
"Withdraw to the Dai Territory."
"Quick... Quickly tell everyone to evacuate." Zhao Yan nodded, face pale as death, then rushed out of the bedchamber, his steps even stumbling, filled with terror.
Outside the royal palace, corpses lay everywhere.
The bodies of Zhao soldiers were scattered all over.
Though there were still plenty of Imperial Guards shooting arrows atop the palace walls, their defense made it clear morale was broken and there was no will to fight.
Facing the tightly shut palace gates.
Zhao Feng charged ahead on horseback, raising the Longquan Sword and swinging it down.
The Sword Qi burst forth in a fierce arc.
Crash!
The palace gates shattered instantly.
