Chapter 87: Chapter 69 Yes, yes, yes, interesting_3

Until countless Iron Cavalry trampled through the rain, surrounding them.

The man slowly lowered his head, his tiger-like eyes brimming with tears.

"How can Great Chu fall, how can Great Chu possibly fall..."

It seemed he could not accept this reality.

But the truth...

was relentless.

He laid down his Emperor's dignity and knelt before the countless Iron Cavalry, only to beg them to spare his only bloodline.

Cheng Guang saw a towering figure step out from among the Iron Cavalry, taking "himself" away.

Then on.

The two exchanged a few words, the sound of rain, the sound of wind, too loud.

Cheng Guang couldn't make out the words.

In the end, he only saw the majestic man give a bitter laugh, pick up the long sword beside him, and draw it across his own neck.

His cultivation was strong; ordinary blades could not pierce his skin.

The towering figure in front of him helped him.

One slice severed his throat.

The majestic man died.

Falling into a pool of blood.