In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Despite the pressure, the Northern Chu army that followed Xiang An was already very close.

We must engage the enemy.

The Han army entered the area where the Northern Chu army was under heavy pressure, but was not affected at all, and fought with the Northern Chu army.

I Have a Scroll of Ghost and Deity Illustrations

Han Xin took the initiative to approach Xiang An.

Ping Pong —

The spear and the halberd clashed together.

"Han Xin...? Hahahaha—" Xiang An looked at Han Xin in front of him and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Han Xin also laughed.

"My lord... this letter is for you, to see you off!"

Under the pressure created by Zhang Liang's magic, Xiang An struggled immensely to wield his large halberd.

The soldiers of Northern Chu were almost entirely killed by the Han army.

Xiang Lu followed behind Xiang An, looking at Xiang An's tall figure, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Seeing someone off...?" Xiang An muttered these two words blankly.

This war is already a foregone conclusion.

hum-

Magic, unleash it.

"Pfft—Pfft, haha ​​...

!

Another mouthful of blood exploded from Xiang An's mouth and nose, accompanied by Xiang An's loud laughter.

"it is good!"

The pressure was still gone, and Xiang An's body seemed to have returned to its prime.

"Give it to me—give it to Northern Chu!"

! ”

Let's see them off!

! ”

He roared and cleaved the head of Han Xin's horse in two with a single blow.

Zhang Liang glared and flicked his finger, causing the Northern Chu soldiers to feel as if they had been struck on the head.

But Xiang An, still glaring angrily, rode on the back of his horse amidst the surging waves.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"!" The torrent roared, its massive, muscular body trembling wildly, yet it still stood there, carrying Xiang An.

"You want me to die on my knees!?"

Xiang An roared and questioned, pointing a spear at Liu Ji with one hand.

With his other hand, he tore open his armor, revealing his upper body riddled with holes.

"Old man Liu Ji, you have defeated Northern Chu, this world is yours!"

! ”

Xiang An burst into laughter, pressing his left thumb against his left chest.

"But you absolutely cannot beat me, Xiang An!"

! ”

He bent down, his expression softening.

"I'm sorry, Tuanchi."

"Whistle, whistle..." The rushing torrent's neighing was also incredibly gentle.

puff-

Xiang An's finger pierced his own heart.

Actually, that's a heart, but it's not a heart either.

That was a high-intensity magic furnace.

Zhang Liang sensed something was about to happen and retreated a considerable distance. His expression suddenly turned terrified, and he roared with furious eyes, "Quick—!"

boom----

Boom boom boom——————

Boom boom boom boom boom boom ————————!

!

The explosion occurred on the battlefield.

The explosion roared, and everyone could hear it.

"His majestic presence and dignified spirit startled the world—"

Though I am not separated, my soul will not depart.

The voice carried sorrow, self-questioning, and a sense of relief.

"If the soul does not depart, how can virtue be attained?"

Alas, alas, what can Heaven do?

Liu Ji trembled as he looked at the scene before him.

A crater a kilometer in size appeared on the battlefield.

The people who were fighting up there have all disappeared.

They were reduced to dust in the massive explosion that just happened.

Whether it was Xiang Lu, Tuan Chi, or Han Xin.

Only in the middle of the pit, there seemed to be something left behind.

Liu Ji dismounted, his expression blank and shocked, and walked towards the deep pit.

"Your Majesty!" Xiao He was so frightened that he grabbed Liu Ji's sleeve tightly.

"...It's nothing, I...I'll go take a look." Liu Ji opened his mouth, pulled away from Xiao He, and continued walking towards the deep pit.

At the bottom of the pit, only half of Xiang An's remains remained.

Liu Ji looked at Xiang An, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Blood rained down from the sky.

Two drops of blood fell directly onto Xiang An's face, like two lines of tears, and flowed down.

"Liu Ji..." Xiang An was still breathing. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the new ruler of the world.

“…You speak.” Liu Ji leaned down, looking at the final loser with a hint of pity.

"Throw me...into the river..." Xiang An said haltingly.

Liu Ji listened attentively.

The area around the deep pit was crowded with people.

"Burial...will lead to rebirth as a human..."

"One more time... I... don't want to be human anymore..."

Xiang An closed his eyes forever.

Standing in front of Xiang An's mangled body, Liu Ji looked at his last opponent and suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

“You are a true man, Xiang An.”

"I... agree."

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The Chu-Han Contention, Rider Volume, is complete.

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Epilogue of Chapter 1000

Xiang An (232 BC – 202 BC)

Ji, of the Xiang clan, named Nuo, courtesy name An, was a native of Xiaxiang during the late Qin Dynasty. He was the grandson of Xiang Yan, a famous general of the Chu state, and the younger brother of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu. He was a prominent leader of the rebel army during the period from the late Qin Dynasty to the Chu-Han Contention, and the King of Northern Chu.

He was a famous military strategist, politician, calligrapher, and one of the representative figures of the Chinese military thought of "military situation". He is also recognized as one of the strongest military generals in history.

Xiang An's reputation is mixed.

Aside from the positive accounts, legend has it that he was cruel and tyrannical, and together with his brother Xiang Yu, he massacred and burned down the city of Xianyang, killing Prince Ziying of Qin.

Besides official historical records, there are also many folk tales about Xiang An.

He was the only one among all those who performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai who was not an emperor. This led to the saying that Xiang An was "not a human emperor but a ghost emperor." Legend has it that after he died at Dingdu Plain, his soul returned to Mount Tai and became a ghost king. What is remarkable is that Xiang An died on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, which happened to be the Ghost Festival.

People built temples for him on Mount Tai, worshipped him as the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak and the Lord of Mount Tai, and burned incense and prayed for him. Later, during the Tang and Song Dynasties, due to the integration of Buddhist culture and Central Plains culture, Xiang An was recorded as Yama, the King of Hell who judges evil, hence the name "King of Hell of Northern Chu".

He is undoubtedly one of the most charismatic and revered ancient leaders, and even his steed, the Great Wave Chariot, has a romantic and beautiful legend associated with him.

Two thousand years later, with the start of the census, the emergence of the Ying family, who had lived deep in the mountains for generations, somewhat cleared Xiang An's name.

Of course, if he knew, he probably wouldn't care so much.

He is a steed on the waves, galloping across history.

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