Chapter 14: The Qin Emperor’s Surprise_1
The flood still raged rampantly, its thunderous roar seeming to smash a hole through heaven and earth. It crashed into Pang Juan, causing him to spit out another mouthful of fresh blood, his lips turning pale.
RUMBLE!
Seemingly realizing someone was obstructing its path, the flood roared in anger, fiercely surging forward and stirring up waves a hundred zhang high.
Standing before the flood, Pang Juan was as minuscule as an ant.
The impacts struck once! Twice! Thrice...
After withstanding several such blows, Pang Juan’s aura weakened. He had reached his limit; perhaps his very next breath would be his last, consigning him to the watery depths.
Qin Wudao...
Before his demise, Pang Juan thought not of his family, nor his country, but of Qin Wudao—a man he knew only by reputation. He had galloped across battlefields his entire life, every attack unblockable, every battle a victory. Yet, his ultimate fate was to be defeated by a mere youth.
One hundred and eighty years ago, I, this general, was also a fifteen-year-old recruit. It’s fate... such is fate...
In the end, the floodwaters consumed Pang Juan, drowning out his final, fading words.