The moment blood filled my eyelashes, I saw the neon lights of the 21st century shattering before my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, Xiang Yu's memories flooded back like a tide - Julu, Hongmen, Gaixia, all the endings were engraved in my blood.
I knew Zhang Han would surrender, I knew Fan Zeng would leave, I knew Liu Bang would put away my head by the Wujiang River.
So I surrendered my troops in the night pit of Xin'an City, raised the jade jue at the Hongmen Banquet, and cut off the last Chu flag during the siege at Gaixia.
But every time I swing my sword, the edge of the sword deviates from the path of fate by half a minute.
"Is it impossible to violate destiny?" I sneered at the stars in the sky. The blood seeping out from under my armor was exactly the same as a thousand years ago.
It turns out that the willful overlord in the history books was actually the most tragic reflection of me after hitting the south wall again and again.
