The Prince of Beiliang had just fallen in battle when the hundred thousand Imperial Guards stormed the gates of his manor.
The Emperor sent him a cup of poison wine: the heir must kill himself, and the entire clan would be dispossessed.
Lu Chen looked at the poisoned wine before the mourning hall, picked up the old sword his father had left him, and headed for the back hills.
Everyone in the realm believed the Lu family had secured the throne through military victories.
No one knew that beneath the prince's manor lay an Infernal Prison, where three thousand Demon Venerables and ninety-seven thousand divine and demonic soldiers had stood guard for hundreds of years.
That night, the seal broke, and three thousand demonic shadows blotted out the sky.
One hundred thousand divine and demonic soldiers knelt on one knee. "We welcome the heir to claim the sword!"
The Emperor tried to force him to submit by threatening him with the old prince's bones and every citizen in the city.
Lu Chen pointed his sword at the Dragon Throne. "As of today, the Great Xia Dynasty is erased from history. We'll start with this city."
First, he would bring his father home. Then he would cut down that so-called Mandate of Heaven.
