A sword light similarly cuts into the void.
Zhou Ping'an lips slightly moved, wanting to say some decree, but found he couldn't make any sound, and the world in front of him began to flip and tumble.
A sword light cuts into the void, long since severed his neck.
"How could it be?"
Finally, his mind only floated this thought.
Completely unable to understand, his thoughts of the millions in Xijing yearning for peace formed into a heart barrier, how could it be broken, and how could it hurt himself?
Unfortunately, this question is destined to remain unanswered.
Zhou Ping'an just shook his head, thinking, Xijing only has millions of people, each province's respect for the Imperial Court is already in doubt...
This wishful thought, if used against others, might count as the blood resentment of tens of thousands of people, never to reincarnate.
But against himself, it falls far short.