Thus it was the sa across all lands.
From the cold and vast edge of the Western Regions grasslands to the green bamboo forests of the southwest, from the heroic city of Western Regions to the water towns of Jiangnan, on the top of every city, the crimson Qilin Cloud Pattern Battle Banner was raised.
The fierce wind blew gently, stirring mightily.
One-third of the world seed afla.
How to celebrate the birth of a new king?
The deep and killing sound of war drums resounded to the skies.
A million armored soldiers raised their weapons, stepping forward in unison, holding their weapons, chanting the sa tune in different languages; they waved their battle halberds, treading forward slowly.
The war drums thundered, spreading everywhere, grand and majestic, filled with imnse spirit.
Vaguely, it seed as if throughout the realm of Prince Qin, every city, every place could hear the sound of those war drums, gathered together in simple tunes, like a sharp blade unsheathed, blazing fire across the heavens, shattering the old order, breaking the constraints of the past world.
Western Regions people, Tuyuhun people, Xiongnu people, Tiele people, the thirty-six tribes of the Western Regions, even the Tiele Khan, the Dangxiang nobility, the families of the Central Plains, fugitives of Chen Country, Xuanjia of Ying Country, all spoke in different languages at the peak of the war drum sounds, and simultaneously opened their mouths.
They stepped forward not so neatly, raising and waving their battle halberds.
Knives and swords circulated.
The townspeople within the city could also chant the simple rhyming songs.
Thus they spoke, and sang—
"Receive the orders to resign from the palace halls, generals and ministers to seek the disobedient."
"Sing together the ’Breaking Formation Music’, share with the peaceful people!"
Majestic and earth-shaking, spread far and wide, four directions were astounded, within the state city of the Eighteen States of Jiangnan, Prince Qin held a sword, his hair draping down, his hands clasped together, the Jiuli Divine Weapon’s iron transford into a heavy broad sword, the blade falling, touching the ground.
On the black sword body, faintly, there were dark golden patterns.
A million strong soldiers, a vast world, he glanced sideways at the gathered civilians and martial officials.
No one could et Prince Qin’s gaze.
Nan Hanwen could no longer raise his head to look directly, Prince Qin pressed a single hand on the sword hilt of the broad sword, raised his hand, holding that bowl of wine, looking at them, also at the people, watching his comrades, lifted his hand holding the murky wine.
He softly said: "Sing together the ’Breaking Formation Music’, share with the peaceful people."
"Gentlen, let’s drink together."
Three arrows set this heart, Prince Qin’s Breaking Formation Music.
It is as if a white horse passes by, Qin Wu swings the halberd, General Xue watched in a daze, suddenly silent for a long ti, said to the old Siming beside him: "Are you sure, I taught him the art of the battle halberd, and to this day, it’s only been four or five years?"
"Is this reasonable?"
"It is not reasonable!"
Old Siming: "..."
General Xue sighed: "I want to fight now and then sleep until a thousand years later to see how history records him, but in such a situation, one must witness it with their own eyes to truly feel satisfied!"
Alternatively said: Prince Qin lacks morality, abandons all rituals.
Also said: The Qilin looks down, the king’s power is like a prison.
Praised by the world, or insulted, this body was empowered, Li Guanyi’s palm pressed on the sword hilt of the broad sword, he knew, as the path goes forward, he will certainly encounter increasingly larger obstacles, holding firm to his true intention without wavering, the Imperial Guard faces rely a corner of the world’s order.
And now, he is Prince Qin.
Therefore, facing the entire old world order.
He rely raised his cup in a toast, a toast to the rivers and mountains of this world.
Then he tilted his head back and drank the wine.
Within the Nine Provinces Tripod, finally, a spirit different from emperors was born out, this ti, no longer was the Nine Provinces Tripod guiding Li Guanyi, but this young Prince Qin, inversely guided this human Tao Fortune, sacrificial altar Qi.
Heavy stream of light.
Roaring to the sky!
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