When I woke up, I became the overlord of Western Chu at the Hongmen Banquet.
Looking at Liu Bang who was groveling and toasting in front of me, and thinking of the desperate suicide by the Wujiang River four years later, I smiled.
What kind of heroism? What kind of princely vision?
When Fan Zeng raised the jade jue again, I did not hesitate and drew my sword with my backhand.
A human head rolled down, and blood splashed all over the Chu River and Han world.
Everyone in the house was shocked, but I wiped the blade of my sword and said coldly: "Father, who should I kill next?"
