The rise of the Qin Empire was, after all, too recent. Just two years ago, it was a small, frontier nation, most of its citizens ordinary folk. Even though its top-tier combat strength had increased, its foundational forces were still insufficient, a weakness that became glaringly obvious on the battlefield. Ordinary Qin soldiers were no match for the disciples of the Wan Dao Domain; they fell in pools of their own blood after just a single exchange.
"So weak! Like slaughtering dogs!" a disciple from the Lan Hai Sect sneered, withdrawing his weapon. At his feet lay the corpse of a Qin soldier—his sixth kill already. Without hesitation, he scanned his surroundings, quickly locked onto another target, and strode towards them.
He wanted revenge! Revenge for the fallen elders and his martial brothers who had perished.
