Chapter 1817: Human Purgatory

mn hall for state affairs of the Qin Empire, there's a feeling like walking a tightrope on a cliff. A mere gust of wind could send you plummeting to your death, shattering you into pieces. It's terrif...uts and battle cries, mingled with the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground, like the wails of hell, surrounded the wedding procession that should have been a symbol of joy.The slaughter had just br...