At the same time, Emperor Qin's blade pierced through Jiang Gao's body.
Blood stained the robe with the Gray Dragon Pattern, igniting the crimson of the Qilin.
Yet, the two of them seemed like friends sharing a final embrace. Emperor Qin's jade hairpin held his hair, and rather than looking at his enemy, his friend, he peacefully gazed ahead. Jiang Gao stumbled forward.
His palm pressed on Emperor Qin's shoulder, blood continuously dripped from his mouth, he seemed dazed, and said:
"I never expected this, Li Guanyi."
"The Peace Wine I invited you to drink will ultimately be my blood."
It is the blood of an emperor.
But it is also the blood that marks the end of chaos.
In such times, there were too many heroes, too many ambitious individuals, and only the blood of the last monarch can fully bury the chaos and ambitions.
