In Douluo Continent, the wind was blowing and the leaves were falling. Six-year-old Qian Renxue picked up a three-year-old abandoned child in the corner of Wuhun Hall.
He was covered in dirt, except for a jade pendant with "Win" engraved on the front and "Qin" engraved on the back.
"From now on, your name will be Qian Yingqin." She held his hand, "Follow me, no one can bully you."
At that moment, she didn't know what she was picking up.
On the day when his martial soul awakened, an ancient empire awakened in his body.
The general in black armor knelt on one knee and said, "General Meng Tian, please see my young master."
The scribe holding the bamboo slip bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Li Si, pays homage to the young master."
One is literary and the other is martial, one is strong and the other is soft. Their soul power grows simultaneously with that of their host - when they are at level ninety, they are also at level ninety.
Invincible at the same level, unparalleled in iron walls.
And whenever night falls, he falls into the dream of that iron-blooded battlefield. In the battle of Changping, 450,000 people were killed. Bai Qi stood up with his whip and said coldly:
"The people of Qin are fierce and you are not worthy."
"——Then let's fight until we match."
