Jing Ke's sword in Xu Furen's hand, whether it is the one Yen Crown Prince desires, I do not know.

But it certainly possesses the qualities of being delicate and extremely sharp at the same time.

If the Qin King doesn't dodge or evade, without a doubt, the next moment, the sword will pierce through his head.

The guards a few steps away from them are shouting angrily, drawing their swords, but it's too late. They can only watch helplessly as the Qin King meets his end at the hands of Jing Ke.

Only I noticed the sudden darkness rushing towards Jing Ke from the corner of the great hall.

"Ding!"

A sound akin to the clash of gold and iron reverberated, and I saw Jing Ke's sword tremble violently as it aimed for the Qin King's right hand.

Then the darkness swiftly faded away.

But even with this slight delay, the Qin King had already reacted, raising the sleeve that Jing Ke had caught.

"Stab!"

The sleeve shattered in response to Jing Ke's second strike.

The Qin King managed to free himself and rolled backward.

Jing Ke made a move to pounce.

Finally, the nearest guard arrived in time, instinctively thrusting his long sword into Jing Ke's body from behind.

Severely wounded, his body twisted and collapsed to the ground like an overstretched bowstring that snapped uncontrollably.

"Ah!"

Watching the Qin King, who was within reach, escape from his grasp.

Sitting on the ground, soaked in blood, Jing Ke let out a long mournful cry, filled with both pain and regret for his failed attempt.