In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

"Pfft!"

A chilling sound rang out.

The head of the first high-ranking official of Zhao rolled onto the cold, hard ground like a ripe watermelon.

The round head rolled along until it finally came to rest in a dark corner.

His eyes remained wide open, as if he had died with his eyes still open.

A hint of reluctance still lingered on King Zhao's originally dignified face.

But when he saw the rolling head, all his reluctance vanished instantly.

Instead, a hideous and distorted face appeared.

His eyes flashed with a cold, ruthless light as he stared intently at the bloody and terrifying scene before him.

Now that the killing had begun, King Zhao no longer hesitated or wavered.

Holding a blood-stained longsword, he walked with heavy steps toward his next target.

The minister was trembling uncontrollably, swaying precariously like a candle in the wind.

His face was as pale as paper, completely devoid of color;

His eyes were filled with endless fear and pleading, as if he were begging the King of Zhao to spare his life.

However, King Zhao remained unmoved by the minister's earnest pleas.

He slowly walked up to the minister, looked down at him from his superior position, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Majesty, no, please... I beg you to spare my life!" the minister cried out hoarsely.

His body involuntarily recoiled backward, wanting to escape the terrifying figure of King Zhao.

But it was all in vain.

Without hesitation, King Zhao raised his long sword and swung it sharply. With a sharp whooshing sound, the sharp blade slashed straight at the minister's neck.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the warm liquid sprayed out covered King Zhao's clothes and face.

"Pfft!"

Another dull thud of a blade piercing flesh echoed through the empty hall.

One scream after another rose and fell, never ceasing. The entire hall had now become a living hell, the thick, pungent stench of blood filling the air, making one want to vomit.

And on the high throne,

Ying Ziqing sat upright, expressionless, watching the horrific drama unfolding below.

His deep eyes remained expressionless, with only a faint, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

To him, the lives and deaths of these Zhao ministers were nothing more than minor sacrifices in a power struggle.

Looking at King Zhao, who had already slaughtered more than half of his ministers, Ying Ziqing uttered two words calmly:

"enough……"

King Zhao looked at the raised sword, then at the pale-faced minister in front of him, who was sweating profusely, and finally put down the sword and respectfully walked to the center of the hall.

"General, is there anything else you require?"

Ying Ziqing let out a cryptic sneer, then waved his hand, and the remaining dozen or so ministers were swept away from the hall by an invisible force.

Now, he forcefully pressured King Zhao to personally slaughter his civil and military officials.

The purpose was to sow discord among the Zhao family's rulers and ministers.

Now kill half and release the other half.

Then the Zhao state's court will surely become much more interesting in the future...

Ying Ziqing withdrew his thoughts and turned his indifferent yet dignified gaze to the obsequious King Zhao.

Slowly he said:

"King Zhao, I am very satisfied with what you have done..."

Ying Ziqing was telling the truth. It was fortunate that Zhao had such an eccentric king, otherwise he might have encountered some obstacles when he led his army to attack Zhao.

But now things are really bad. The Zhao state is now beset by the mighty Qin cavalry on the border, and internally plagued by a foolish king and ministers who are alienated from the people.

The State of Zhao is within easy reach...

"I hope that when I see King Zhao again, it will be just as interesting as it was today..."

As Ying Ziqing finished speaking, a deafening thunderclap resounded across the sky.

At that moment, Ying Ziqing's figure also disappeared from the throne...

King Zhao bowed his head for a long time without getting up. After there was no movement, he slowly raised his head and looked at the empty throne above. He slumped down on the steps like a deflated balloon.

His disheveled face stared blankly at the dozen or so corpses he had killed with his own hands in the main hall.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha... I am still the King of Zhao!"

Even that terrifying and ferocious leader of the Bad Guys couldn't take my life... I am truly the chosen one!

The somewhat manic laughter of King Zhao echoed in the empty hall...

……

Border, Qin army camp

In the commander's tent,

Ying Ziqing rested his head on Xue Nu's snow-white and tender thighs on the bed, his eyes slightly closed.

Meanwhile, the Snow Maiden gently massaged Ying Ziqing.

At this moment, Mirror Heart Demon's somewhat effeminate voice rang out from outside the tent.

"General, news has come from Chu... The State of Chu has dispatched 100,000 troops westward, intending to join forces with the State of Zhao to attack our army!"