Xuan Yong's cold light shines on his iron clothes, and the king of Xianyang swallows up Jiuzhou in anger.
Once he returned to Qin, the young man stood in front of the throne and looked at the princes of the world with cold eyes.
The Six Nations are dissatisfied? Beat him to his knees.
A disobedient family? Exterminated the entire clan.
The whole world calls the Qin Dynasty violent, so I will let this world be desolate,
Everyone bows their heads, but I, Xuan Yong!
