The corner of the battlefield.
The National Guardian Knight, the dream lover of countless women, the Iceberg God, the unparalleled Sword Saint Hermes, was fiercely fighting against Emperor Qin from the east.
All around them.
Deep, bottomless fissures crisscrossed.
No one knew whether they were caused by Hermes' sword or Emperor Qin's sword.
The two had been fighting for a while, neither suffering significant injuries, merely probing each other.
The shifting situation in the sky did not affect them.
They had eyes only for each other.
Although Emperor Qin looked down on all, he had to admit that the opponent's strength far surpassed any general under his previous command.
Hermes' cape fluttered in the wind, golden hair dancing. His cold gaze fixed on Emperor Qin atop the chariot, he slowly spoke: "Someone asked me to deliver a message to you."
This tone was displeasing to Emperor Qin.
He slowly accepted the fact of his "death."
