From the girl’s reaction, I knew I had given the wrong answer. I wanted to say something to make up for it, but she didn’t give me a chance.

While I was working on what to say in my head, she raised her bronze sword and aimed it at the three of us.

Chuyi wasn’t intimidated. He held his eight-faced Han sword and coldly said to the girl in white, “General Zhao, it’s been more than two thousand years. Why do you still bother with this?”

“The people from the Qin state were all traitors. Do you think you can stop people from spreading the truth?” The girl in white sneered.

As the girl talked, Chuyi quietly said to me, “What time is it?”

I checked my phone. “It’s ten.”

“Could you be more specific, please?”

“10:40 PM.”

“There are eighty minutes left,” said Chuyi.

“What do you mean?” I was a little puzzled.

“Hold him back. Don’t let him leave this mountain!” After Chuyi said that, the girl in white growled angrily. Both of her hands held the sword as she slashed down.

Chuyi wielded his eight-faced Han sword and fought against the girl. We heard a loud bang, then both Chuyi and the girl backed off.

In an androgynous voice, the girl in white said, “Who are you? Why are you so strong? Say your name! Zhao Kuo’s sword doesn’t slash nobodies!”

When I heard the name, I understood who he was. The ghost that had possessed the girl was the famous general Zhao Kuo of the Zhao state from the Warring States Period. No wonder his resentful energy was so high and he had become an evil spirit.

Zhao Kuo was involved in the Battle of Changping.

The Battle of Changping was the fiercest battle in Chinese history. It was even more horrible than the Battle of Verdun in Europe.

The Battle of Verdun took place during the First World War. It lasted for almost one year and resulted in more than 250,000 casualties.

Meanwhile, the Battle of Changping took place during the Warring States Period. General Zhao Kuo was in command of the Zhao state’s army. In less than three months, 450,000 of his soldiers had died.

This number could make anybody stutter. However, not all four hundred and fifty thousand people were killed by swords. The cold weapons from that era weren’t enough to cause such a large number of casualties.

According to history records, around fifty thousand people from the Zhao state died in battle. The other four hundred thousand lives were killed by Bai Qi after they surrendered.

This event was so cruel that people in later generations started calling Bai Qi the God of Slaughter! On the other hand, Zhao Kuo was blamed for the losses of the Zhao State and was ridiculed for thousands of years. They even came up with a proverb that referred to him as an ‘armchair strategist.’

Yesterday, I didn’t dare to take the bronze sword because I knew it was extraordinary. It was the sword of a feudal vassal from ancient times.

Judging from the sword’s appearance, it was more than two thousand years old. Yet, it wasn’t rusted and was full of resentful energy. This resentful energy helped to create a rare sword spirit!

However, I never expected that this sword belonged to Zhao Kuo!

This sword had accumulated the resentful energy of four hundred and fifty thousand people! This must be the reason Chuyi had accepted this mission even with no payment.

If the sword went out of control, it wouldn’t stop after killing a couple of people.

After thinking it through, I intervened and said to the girl in white, “General Zhao, what happened to you was wrong, but your real enemy was Bai Qi, not the innocent people here.”

“Haha! No matter what, you’re still people of the Qin state!” The girl in white sneered and said, “No way I’d have surrendered if Bai Qi hadn’t promised to let my four hundred thousand troops return to their homes. If we fought it to the bitter end, I don’t think he’d have won!”

“Wait… Weren’t you shot to death by arrows?” I was surprised to hear him say that. According to the history lessons we had in school, Zhao Kuo was shot dead by arrows during the battle…

“That’s right..." The girl in white grunted. “But that was after I surrendered! The Qin people were cunning and deceived us. They killed us after we surrendered! You are the despicable Qin state’s descendants. I have tried hard to get out of this sword. I must kill you all. Haha, you must all die!”

I knew it was no use persuading him. Since Zhao Kuo had lived in the bronze sword for several thousand years, the only thing left in him was his hatred.

Zhao Kuo quickly charged forward. I hurried to draw the Sirius Whip and tightly grabbed it with my right hand. I wanted to use the Big Dipper Sirius Spell to deal with him.

However, Zhao Kuo was too fast. Before I could lash my whip, his sword had already slashed down.

I wasn’t quick enough to dodge his attack. When I saw the sword in front of me, I closed my eyes, waiting for death.

“Ding!”

The moment I closed my eyes, Chuyi came to me and wielded his eight-faced sword to stop Zhao Kuo’s fatal strike.

Zhao Kuo understood that if he wanted to kill us, he had to first defeat Chuyi. He spoke no more and wielded his sword to battle against Chuyi.

At first, Chuyi was able to fight Zhao Kuo head-on. However, after several strikes, he started to feel tired. He panted while Zhao Kuo didn’t look tired at all. His sword moved faster and faster, and his face twisted in anger.

Zhao Kuo was possessing a skinny little girl’s body, but he was still able to overpower Chuyi. He definitely wasn’t an ordinary human being!

I grabbed the Sirius Whip tighter and tried to find a chance to help Chuyi. However, their battle had reached a critical moment. I couldn’t find the right chance to intervene.

After several minutes, Chuyi couldn’t resist any longer and changed his style.

Zhao Kuo still depended on his raw strength, while Chuyi started using his excellent reflexes to deal with Zhao Kuo’s heavy attacks.

After a few more strikes, Chuyi understood Zhao Kuo’s movements and fighting patterns. As such, Zhao Kuo lost his advantage and almost hurt himself in his confusion.

Zhao Kuo frowned. He asked Chuyi, “What kind of swordsmanship is this?”