Emperor Qin gritted his teeth, lifted his head, and looked at the pool of blood on the ground, taking a deep breath. Not a single tear fell, not because he lacked a father's love, but because he didn't easily show it.
To truly submit would be to live on one's knees.
Who was he?
He was one of the Three Emperors and Six Gods, esteemed as the Heavenly Emperor. If he truly submitted, how would the world view their lord?
He dared not imagine the chain reaction his submission would trigger.
He could not and would not surrender, as the saying goes, a woman of virtue doesn't marry twice, and one serves only one master in a lifetime.
A truly unyielding soul, worthy of admiration.
An iron will!
"Alas, you and I cannot go," Emperor Qin said with great sorrow. Both knew of this matter, yet in the fervor of their revenge, they had never gone.
