The people of Yanjing knelt down and prayed repeatedly;

The bloody guards on the city wall could no longer help but hug each other and cheer;

Qin Yueyang, who was sitting on Niruo, suppressing Niruo's hands and feet, looked up at the sky without any expression;

Ning Xinyuan and Yan Yi in Yaozhong Tower hugged each other and looked at the dawn;

On the street outside the Dongcheng Gate, Qinglan, Qian Yuya, Qin Yushi, Li Ying and Lin Xue were sitting in the Qinjia carriage, looking towards the horizon with complex expressions;

The foreign army was rioting, Lan Yan pulled Yin Guyue's neck and jumped directly from the city wall. Other foreign army also retreated urgently, but no one chased them. Cha Huan, Xie Chenyuan, Yu Ke, Bai Yu Jin... All the generals of Wuzhu were quietly looking at the glory that blessed thousands of years, ready to witness the epic moment.

"It is said that if the king wants his minister to die, his minister must die."

Leyu said, "I was a minister just now, so I died."

"Now I am Jun, so..."

"All the ruthless ministers should die."

The holy sword fell.
Chapter completed!