Le Ling City, the Imperial Palace.
With a loud "bang," the sound of objects hitting the ground echoed throughout the grand hall.
"Liang has misled me, Liang has misled me!"
Atop the high platform, Emperor Xu, shoving aside the numerous memorials on the table before him, couldn't help but bellow, "A great nation, yet unable to defend itself for even a year, has lost the Imperial Capital in just the month of May.
Where is the once paramount overlord that single-handedly withstood the siege of 'the world'?
In the past, against my Xu, Wei, and Zhao—three nations—so awe-inspiring and invincible.
Now confronted by a single Chu person, so incompetent!
Waste, all of them are waste!"
The rage of the Emperor of Xu was unstoppable at this moment, frightening the many ministers of the Xu State, seated in rows below, into lowering their heads.
In fact, these individuals also felt rage.
The news from the south had already arrived.
