Yun was already furious, his emotions on the verge of exploding.
But when the moment came for him to vent his anger, Xiang Yun suddenly felt less angry.
He let out a long breath, shook his head with a bitter smile, stuck the Great Sun Emperor Sword into the ground, and then sat down on the ground, surrounded by scattered arrows and the corpses of the Imperial Guards and the three armies.
Then, Xiang Yun spoke earnestly, “Look, everyone, look at these corpses scattered everywhere. They were all men of our Great Sun Dynasty, my own people, the fruits of my heart and soul. But now, they lie here, their blood flowing like a river!
These are your brothers too! They didn't die at the hands of the barbarians beyond the Great Wall, nor at the hands of invading enemy states, but at the hands of
