Chuyi shouted, “You should have left this world already and reincarnated. You shouldn’t be here doing things that go against the Heavens’ will!” 

“Hmph, I shouldered the mission of the Zhao state to unite the country! How could I give up so easily?” 

Zhao Kuo’s sword clashed with Chuyi’s eight-faced Han sword, sending Chuyi backward. Afterward, he pointed his sword toward the sky to release the ray of Yin energy one more time.

Chuyi couldn’t steady himself and fell onto the muddy ground. 

Coincidently, he landed right on top of a skeleton that had just wormed out of the ground. 

That poor skeleton had been sleeping for two thousand years. As soon as it got its first wisp of fresh air, Chuyi smashed it, turning it into a puddle of black blood and brains. 

Chuyi didn’t...