Chapter 239: Facing foreign enemies, Daqin is insignificant!
With such an accomplishment and such instructions, the meaning is self-evident.

This is clearly the young master's fate, life or death is uncertain!

At the very least, one would be severely whipped, have his arms and legs broken, and would have to recuperate for a year or two before being able to step out of the door again.

In serious cases, one’s life may be in danger.

After all, which emperor can tolerate his son coveting the throne while he is still alive? This is not inheritance, this is rebellion!
The sun was shining brightly, and everyone obeyed the Emperor's order, standing still and gazing into the distance with anticipation.

Until, a faint sound of swords clashing floated into their ears, and everyone's heartstrings instantly tensed!
The battle is fierce, has it already begun?
And this was no ordinary fight, with swords flashing and sabers visible. This was no longer a scene of a father teaching his son a lesson, but a matter of eradicating rebellion.

Either the Thirteenth Prince will openly rebel against Your Majesty. Either way, it is not what people want to see.

Therefore, Wang Ben, Meng Yi and others were worried about Ying Heng, fearing that His Majesty would really severely injure or even kill him, which would be a huge loss for the Qin Dynasty.

Wang Jian, Meng Tian, ​​Fusu and others were waiting with joy. His Majesty had finally taken action. The Thirteenth Prince's rebellious behavior should have been punished long ago!

As for the Jinyiwei generals and Ying Heng's three maids who should have been worried, they already knew Ying Heng's strength, so they gathered around the carriage early to escape the heat.

The three girls even started playing a casual card game invented by the Thirteenth Young Master, Fighting the Landlord.

This game is incredibly addictive!
When Ying Heng was not present, Tian Rao stood up with her powerful mental strength and secretly peeked at the cards of the other two girls.

Soon, the faces of the two beauties in green and purple were covered with notes. If seen by a beauty-loving person, he would surely be surprised.

This is roughly the situation at the foot of the mountain. All in all, everyone has different moods.

However, when they saw His Majesty the First Emperor appear, they all assumed that the throne still belonged to His Majesty. As for the final result, it was only about the life and death of the Thirteenth Prince.

At the same time, the situation on the mountain was undergoing a dramatic change that they could not have foreseen.

At this moment, Xiang Yu and Ying Heng were fighting one-on-one. He tried his best and stabbed out with his spear. The hot true energy even made the air explode.

However, after Xiang Yu's offensive, he suddenly discovered that the scene before him had changed.

He was no longer on top of that mountain of grass, trees and stones, but in the middle of a vast ocean.

There is boundless sea all around, with no end in sight.

It was as if the world he was in had turned into an ocean.

Where Xiang Yu stood, there was only a one-square-meter flame supporting him, and this flame was rapidly fading due to the erosion of sea water on all sides.

Although he still held the Overlord Spear in his hand, he could not determine the enemy's position at this moment...

Or, his universe, except for the flickering flame under his feet, is full of hostility. His Overlord Spear has nowhere to pierce. Is he going to pierce the vast ocean?

What's the point?
For a moment, Xiang Yu was extremely confused!

The power he was so proud of seemed so powerless at this moment, facing the surging sea water that surrounded him.

No matter how powerful a person is, when facing the whole world, only an equally tenacious spirit can compete!

Xiang Yu now knew that he was deeply trapped in his opponent's spiritual realm.

In this area, his only weapon of counterattack was the faint flame under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, Xiang Yu was shocked!
A cool feeling swept across his feet, and a huge wave came over, and the fire under his feet was extinguished instantly.

Everything went dark before his eyes, Xiang Yu felt his whole body relax, and his consciousness faded.

In the spiritual world, Xiang Yu was suddenly submerged by the sea water. His body suddenly became light and sank to the endless bottom of the water, and his connection with his physical body was broken.

Darkness enveloped him for an unknown amount of time before he seemed to be squeezed out. The fresh air of the world instantly rushed into his nostrils, irritating his lungs and causing severe pain.

He let out a loud cry.

"It's a boy!" With the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Xiang Yu was surprised to find that he had turned into a baby.

Soon, he grew from a hungry toddler into a naughty boy of three or four years old, running around the yard, chasing and playing with children of seven or eight years old with huge rocks in his hands.

This scene fell into the eyes of his uncle Xiang Liang, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Two years later, the Qin army had conquered most of the six kingdoms, but Chu was still resisting stubbornly.

Xiang Liang talked with Xiang Yu's parents in private. Soon, Xiang Yu's father led his troops to the front line, and then there came the news that he had died in battle.

From then on, Xiang Liang took Xiang Yu into seclusion and taught him martial arts wholeheartedly. He told him that his father had died at the hands of the Qin army and that he must take revenge when he grew up.

However, Xiang Yu in this life accidentally heard what his uncle said the night before his father left for the battle.

"Brother, I failed to keep an eye on Xiang Yu. He was captured by the Qin army!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu's father became furious and led his troops to kill the enemy.

At this moment, Xiang Yu was actually locked in the woodshed by Xiang Liang, but he somehow heard the conversation between his uncle and his father.

Only then did Xiang Yu realize that his hatred towards the Qin army was unilaterally imposed by his uncle Xiang Liang.

Although my father's death was directly caused by the Qin army, the deeper reason was due to my uncle's resentment towards people.

The seed of this spirit was quietly planted.

As Xiang Yu grew up, he studied under a famous teacher and his martial arts skills reached the peak of a grandmaster level. No one of his generation could defeat him and he stood out from the crowd.

He firmly believed that with 10,000 cavalrymen under his command, he could sweep across the world...

Until that day, they pointed their spearhead directly at Daqin and encountered the mighty Snow Dragon Cavalry of the Thirteenth Young Master.

The army was destroyed, and Xiang Yu fell into the control of the Thirteenth Prince.

However, this time, Xiang Yu did not die at the hands of the prince, but became his prisoner.

Follow the Thirteenth Prince to conquer the Baiyue in the south, resist the Huns in the north, and travel through those border countries that are eyeing the Central Plains.

He also joined the Snow Dragon Cavalry and, following the mighty army of the Thirteen Princes, swept across Siberia and reached the territory of the Roman Empire.

There, he witnessed a Western power whose weapons, armor, and combat effectiveness were no less than those of the Qin Empire!

The two countries fought fiercely for a long time, and finally, under the extraordinary wisdom of the Thirteenth Prince, the Romans knelt and surrendered under the iron hooves of the Snow Dragon Cavalry.

In the following years, their iron hooves traveled all over the world and conquered every corner.

At this moment, Xiang Yu realized how narrow his vision was.

In this vast world, people with the same skin color and dark eyes as him are just a drop in the ocean.

He hated the Qin Dynasty so much that he wanted to kill all the Qin people to vent his anger.

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized and placed himself in the overall situation. They seven countries were all descendants of Yan and Huang.

To the outside world, they are all yellow-skinned people with the same roots and origins.

In the face of global hostility towards the yellow race, his hatred for the Qin Dynasty seems so insignificant.

When their Snow Dragon Cavalry was about to conquer ninety-nine percent of the world and prepare to attack the last mysterious place.

Suddenly, countless foreign troops emerged from that seemingly small piece of land.

No, those are not the powers of this world.

(End of this chapter)