A thousand and five hundred years later, the Dragon Sparrow Sword was once again put into action.
Under the sword, there were still no survivors, and not a single drop of blood stained its blade.
Xiao Wenjian's expression was slightly stern, and his heart also trembled.
Emperor Yin was often censured by later generations for his brutality towards his enemies; he was never the kind of person to overcome the hard with the soft.
He was ruthless, cruel, cold-blooded, and merciless, believing in killing to stop killing.
Yet, he never showed his emotions, which made him all the more terrifying.
But it was precisely that hardness that was able to intimidate Great Xia at that time.
Xiao Wenjian wiped away his sweat and felt even more admiration for the first leader of the Thousand Army Alliance.
Serving under Emperor Yin was a question of whether he could even hold on.
Xiao Wenjian tentatively spoke, "Your Majesty also watched Miss Yue grow up, right?"
