"This eons-long ethnic struggle shall end today!"
After filling the cauldron with Dragon Blood, Gui Guzi's figure flickered, returning to the heavens. He stood tall on the exquisite chessboard, his robe fluttering, as he sternly shouted.
Since the dawn of the Primordial Age, the two races had been feuding overtly and covertly, and it still had not ended!
To think he could end this conflict, even with his temperament, he felt a trace of excitement!
"Fortune of the Qin Dynasty, bless me!" Gui Guzi roared loudly, taking out the State Preceptor's seal from his spatial ring. It glittered with golden light, exuding boundless prestige.
A golden light of Fortune streamed in from a distance, resonating with dragon roars. It was immensely powerful, comprising one-tenth of the Fortune of the entire Qin Saint's Court.
With the augmentation of Fortune, Gui Guzi's strength rose once again!
"Damn it!" Yinglong's face changed suddenly, and he cursed in a low voice.
