Lord Qin couldn't help but become enraged, "What demonic presence dares to make a mockery here!"

With that, he nocked an arrow to his bow and shot it towards the apparition in the sky!

"Swoosh!"

The great arrow, imbued with an overwhelming righteous aura, instantly pierced through Kua Fu's residual image.

The great demon let out a wretched scream, and the Demonic Qi instantly dissipated, daring not to reveal itself again.

In fact, with Kua Fu's strength, he could have concentrated all the Demonic Qi to reveal his true form at this moment, and Lord Qin wouldn't have stood a chance, since at this point in history, the power of demons was still prevailing.

But Kua Fu did not want to reveal his true form at this time, as it might make him a target for the regulators.

Under these circumstances, his residual image could not withstand an arrow from Lord Qin.

Though Kua Fu no longer appeared, he continued to direct the demonic soldiers in battle from the shadows, and the two sides once again reached a stalemate.

Lord Qin was somewhat regretful, "What a pity that my fierce generals are not here! If only Li Jing, Yuchi Jingde, Qin Shubao, Cheng Zhijie and others were here, what would a mere demon be worth!

"... even someone like Xue Rengui would do!"

Clearly, Lord Qin was a bit out of his element at this moment.

He quickly subdued a host of fierce generals during the process of pacifying the world, and these fierce generals provided great assistance in his conquest.

After a moment of silence, the players hesitantly spoke, "Your Majesty, Li Jing is impossible to have now, nor can the two door gods, Yuchi Jingde and Qin Shubao, be available. We can't use characters from this slice of history until we clear it.

"But... What about using a warrior from later generations?"

Lord Qin felt a sense of regret, "That works too. What's his name?"

Before the words had settled, they saw a dazzling streak of golden light fall from the sky, and a warrior landed in the midst of the battlefield, smashing the surrounding demonic soldiers to smithereens!

And along with his arrival, there came a set of introductory poems.

"Last night, the cold cicadas kept chirping nonstop. Alarmed, I awoke from dreams a thousand miles away, and it was already the third watch. I rise and alone I walk around the steps. All is quiet, the moon beyond the curtains is dimly bright."

"For fame and glory with white hair. The old pines and bamboo on the familiar mountains hinder my return. I wish to pour my feelings into the jade zither. With so few who understand me, who would listen if the strings are broken!"

Hearing this poem, Lord Qin's first reaction was to frown slightly.

"A true man born of this world should gallop across the land and carve out his own success. Why be so melancholic and pretentiously sorrowful? Shouldn't a warrior have some more heroic verses?"

One of the players reminded him, "Your Majesty, he does have heroic verses. 'Valiant aspirations hunger for barbarians' flesh, laughing in thirst as we drink the blood of the Xiongnu,' how about that?"

Lord Qin then nodded, "That's better! But why before..."

The players murmured, "Your Majesty, we suggest you'd better not ask too much. Knowing about General Han Fuyue's story isn't good for your blood pressure."

Lord Qin was somewhat puzzled, "Why?"

The player explained, "Do you know the verse by a poet from the same era as General Han, 'When resentment builds, we chant beside Yi River, with nowhere else to go, we weep at Zhaoling mausoleum.' General Han Fuyue encountered the very events worth weeping at Zhaoling for..."

Lord Qin nodded silently, "I see... It must have been the plight of a famous general faced with a foolish ruler, whose ambitions could not be fulfilled, leading to his lonely end in seclusion within a rural retreat..."

The players around him all fell silent.

After a while, they said weakly, "Your Majesty, you are among the most talented in all respects, but it's clear your imagination is somewhat lacking."

Surely, the most dire situation Lord Qin could imagine was a renowned general with notable achievements yet unsuccessfully devoting himself to the nation, resorting to retire in anger to the countryside.

With his valiant wisdom, he would probably struggle to fathom the ordeal of General Han Fuyue or the depths to which an emperor's ineptitude could sink.

"Alright, General Han, let's see your strength!"

Lord Qin declared and immediately spurred his horse forward!

And General Han Fuyue followed, spear in hand.

Uplifted by General Han's heroic spirit, the players felt a sudden surge of power fill their bodies, as if they themselves were the elite troops who would "rather freeze than dismantle their houses, rather starve than plunder," rallying around General Han solid as mountains.

General Han rose with his spear and swiftly brought down the demonic soldiers before him.

Lord Qin let out a hearty laugh, "Good! We may not have Li Jing, we may not have Yuchi Jingde, but having General Han Fuyue is enough!

"With me wielding the bow and you wielding the spear, what can a million enemies do against me!

"If it were during the Zhenguan era, with your talent, General Han, you would certainly have fought wars that could annihilate nations!"

The players couldn't help but sigh quietly to themselves.

How true!

Why did General Han lament in his poetry, 'Few understand me, who would listen if the strings are broken?'

This wasn't an attempt by a literary man to forcefully express worries through poetry; he genuinely had no confidants...

But now, he had found one.

Emperor Taizong of Liang could be considered the confidant of every talented and loyal official and general in the world!

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