The moment the knife pierced through, Kim Geon-in's broken cries rang out.
"Get out! Get out of here!!"
He closed his eyes, weeping bitterly, and shook his head violently, crawling towards the dragon throne only in the direction of his memory.
Qin Ze's gaze remained fixed on Jin Jianren. When Jin Jianren suddenly uttered some inexplicable words, Qin Ze couldn't tell whether he was faking his madness.
Therefore, Qin Ze chose to be cautious and began to retreat, moving towards the Huangtu Blade that was closest to him.
Kim Geon-in, who had his eyes closed, suddenly started talking to himself.
"What a futile effort! I never imagined that my years of painstaking work would be ruined by you, this traitor who appeared out of nowhere."
Kim Geon-in continued climbing toward the dragon throne, but his voice grew softer and softer.
Qin Ze approached the Imperial Blade and bent down to pick it up.
Kim Geon-in's voice also rang out:
"If only... if we hadn't targeted your Qin family back then..."
"I think... if you could fight alongside me, and we went all out, we would probably achieve unprecedented strength."
Kim Geon-in's gaze began to glaze over, and he could not even see his surroundings clearly, but he remembered the location of the dragon throne in his memory.
He moved his body forward little by little, and if he remembered correctly, he was only a foot or two away from touching the dragon throne.
So he used all his strength to speed up his movements.
Just then, a rumbling sound came from behind.
"Bang bang bang".
The sudden explosion made Jin Jianren tremble.
A strong chill swept over him, flowing through his internal organs and into his limbs, causing him to tremble almost uncontrollably.
At this time.
"Sizzle"
The sound of the imperial sword being dragged echoed behind Jin Jianren, followed by Qin Ze's icy voice:
No, it won't.
"You will never make Daqian strong and prosperous."
"A great struggle will only lead to your demise."
Kim Geon-in's jaw trembled, and a bitter smile appeared on his pale face. He reached out his trembling hand and touched the cold texture.
Even with his eyes closed, he was certain in his heart that it was the dragon throne.
Then he opened his bloodshot eyes again, tears already welling up in them, and Kim Gun-in groaned:
"Never mind... never mind."
"It's too late to say anything."
Blood gushed from his mouth, and tears mingled with the blood streamed down his face. He finally cried out:
“Those bastards from Tuyuan Kingdom are eyeing my vast western border, but I haven’t gone to kill them yet.”
"Those little dwarfs from Japan, such a tiny place, dare to come and cause trouble for us. I haven't even gone to flatten Japan yet."
"I shouldn't... I shouldn't have died today."
"How can I die here in such a wretched state?"
Qin Ze stepped forward with his sword drawn. He coldly looked at Jin Jianren, who was stroking the dragon throne, and raised his sword.
Sudden--
Kim Geon-in suddenly opened his eyes wide, his unfocused pupils rapidly focusing as he saw what was in front of him: the dragon throne, symbolizing the supreme ruler, was right there!
And at that moment, a sharp cry escaped his lips:
"My great undertaking! To stand proudly at the pinnacle of this world!"
"It must be passed down through the ages, and continue for thousands of generations!"
He suddenly turned around and lay down in front of the dragon throne.
Looking at the Huangtu Sword held high, Jin Jianren half-closed his eyes, barely breathing, but his lips were still moving slightly, as if he was still saying something.
He stretched out his hand with difficulty and waved to Qin Ze.
Qin Ze, his expression cold, took a step closer.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" he asked coldly.
Kim Geon-in's arm fell, and he said weakly:
"Qin Ze, after becoming emperor..."
"Don't forget, you need to..."
"Bang bang bang!"
The explosions coming from outside the hall grew increasingly intense, the rumbling sound seeming like thunderbolts falling from the heavens.
The explosion drowned out Kim Geon-in's words, and his voice grew softer and softer.
After Jin Jianren finished speaking, Qin Ze calmly said:
"I never thought that you, a dying man, could say such things."
"Now, you should set off. I will bring them to see you later!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a smile appeared on Kim Geon-in's face.
Qin Ze, expressionless, slashed down with his sword.
——
With a loud bang, Lü Bu leaped off Red Hare, wielding his halberd, and charged into the main gate of the imperial city, galloping towards the Golden Palace.
He ran across the wide road, the ground shimmering with dazzling lights, and behind him came the rumbling of explosions, but he had no time to pay attention.
A moment later, he finally arrived at the main gate of the Golden Palace.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Lü Bu stopped abruptly, staring blankly at the high steps above.
The next moment, his face lit up with joy, and he immediately knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist and said:
"Congratulations, my lord, on the slaying of Kim Geon-in!"
Outside the Golden Phoenix Hall, in front of Zhang Liao and Xu Chu, Qin Ze held Jin Jianren's head, his calm face gazing up at the night sky.
"Tick-tock".
"Tick-tock".
Blood dripped from Kim Geon-in's neck, his bloodshot eyes still open, seemingly gazing at the night sky.
Under the beautiful moonlit night, the moonlight casts a frost-covered glow.
The dazzling fireworks rose and exploded in the desolate night sky.
Like a riot of colors in full bloom, yet fleeting in an instant, like the ephemeral beauty of a night-blooming cereus.
Even so, fireworks continued to rise into the night sky and explode.
At this moment, even the vast and boundless sky was filled with noise.
Qin Ze closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the warmth of human life. After a long while, he finally opened his eyes.
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