CHAPTER 544: CHAPTER 528: THE MIGHT OF THE QIN DYNASTY_1

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE...

The formidable pressure of the forty-nine auras bore down, causing the entire Imperial Capital to shudder and emit CRACKING sounds, as if it could collapse at any moment.

The citizens living within the Imperial Capital trembled with fear.

Ha, ha! The Qin Dynasty really has no strong martial artists left. The final victory still belongs to me!

The old man battling Han Xin glanced at the teetering Imperial Capital, thrilled, as if witnessing the impending dawn of victory.

"Damn it, let’s take them on!"

Inside the Grand Temple, civil and military officials roared. Watching the forty-nine supreme experts who stood proudly in the heavens, they each picked up their weapons and headed for the main gate, ready to fight to the death.

Auras of Semi-Emperors erupted from their bodies, diluting the pressure from the Void.

Given their cultivation, should they join the battle, they were doomed to die.

However, none of them hesitated. Even with the clear knowledge that they couldn’t win, they showed no fear, willing to die for the Saint’s Court. Such a death was worth it.

Of course, the reason these ministers were not afraid of death, nor did they unduly cherish their lives, was closely associated with the Qin Dynasty’s system for selecting and appointing officials. Those who stood in the court might not have possessed extraordinary abilities, but their loyalty was absolute.

"Hold on!"

Just as the ministers were about to leave the Grand Temple, Qin Wudao closed the ancient volume and ordered in an authoritative voice.

"Your Majesty, they are about to break in. Please let this subject go!" a young civil official knelt on the ground, speaking resolutely.

"I have already made arrangements!" Qin Wudao said calmly, his back to the court officials.

Hearing this, the civil and military officials glanced at each other and returned to their positions. They had absolute trust in Qin Wudao’s words.

Our dear ancestors, you have all witnessed it! Qin Wudao stood up, lit a stick of incense, and thought with a smile, The ministers of the Qin Dynasty, just like all of you, possess integrity, are not afraid to die, and are willing to fight!

He was extremely satisfied with the performance of the Qin Dynasty’s ministers.

This was good news he wanted to share with his predecessors.

Having read the ancient records, he knew that most of the ancestral tablets placed on the altar belonged to those who had died for the country; very few had died a natural death.

As if the ancestors had manifested, wisps of blue smoke floated in the Grand Temple, circled above the heads of the civil and military officials, and then disappeared.

...

Above the Void, the battle continued.

Forty-nine dazzling techniques, brimming with terrifying power, surged toward Xu Chu, sealing off Heaven and Earth, extinguishing all paths to survival.

One by one, martial artists from the three sacred lands and thirteen ancient-grade forces maintained their attacking postures, watching coldly.

In their eyes, Xu Chu is as good as dead!

Once they eliminate this final obstacle, it will be their time to raze the Imperial Capital and kill Qin Wudao.

The thought of personally destroying a Saint’s Court and slaying a Saint’s Court sovereign with their own hands brought ferocious, bloodthirsty smiles to their faces.

However, they failed to notice that Xu Chu, though sealed off by numerous techniques, wore a calm expression, without a hint of worry.

"Nine Dragons Shield Formation, activate!"

At the entrance of the Grand Temple, Yuan Tiangang sat cross-legged, his hands forming seals, and the power of the formation patterns emerged.

"ROAR!"

Nine ten-thousand zhang golden dragons flew out from the Imperial Capital, coiling around Xu Chu. Their resplendent golden light deflected all forty-nine world-ending attacks.

"What?"

The forty-nine supreme experts were shocked; their attacks had been blocked.

Only when they saw the formation of dragons around Xu Chu did they realize that the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court also had a powerful Formation Master!

Truly the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court; their foundation is far beyond imagination! a martial artist from the Golden Tripod Inn exclaimed inwardly.

At the same time, he felt somewhat relieved. Fortunately, it’s just one Formation Master. With our strength, breaking this formation will only take a little time.

BOOM!

Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his heart, and his hair stood on end, as if countless tendrils of death were assailing him from all directions.

This... Could it be that the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court still has other experts? the martial artist from the Golden Tripod Inn cried out in his mind. No sooner had the thought formed than he saw a flash of cold light before him.

Immediately after, he felt an intense pain in his neck. A bloody gash had appeared, from which viscous blood oozed continuously.

He hastily clutched his neck with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding.

But no matter how hard he pressed, blood, tinged with a golden luster, still seeped out from between his fingers.

A few moments later, the expert from the Golden Tripod Inn gradually stopped breathing. His hands dropped helplessly, and his expression became a mask of pain and reluctance as his pupils dilated.

The surrounding experts’ expressions changed; they were utterly astonished.

A Ten-thousand-year Emperor realm martial artist was killed so easily, right before their eyes?

Crucially, they hadn’t even identified the attacker. They had only glimpsed a fleeting black light.

At this moment, a low murmur echoed in everyone’s ears, "White Rainbow Pierces the Sun!"

The temperature in the Void plummeted drastically!

BOOM!

Subsequently, another Ten-thousand-year Emperor martial artist was decapitated, their soul sent to the Yellow Springs.

The world fell silent!

Everyone swallowed hard, their hearts filled with concealed terror.

"Form a circle, watch each other’s backs—" an ancestor from one of the ancient-grade forces proposed.

But before he could finish his sentence, an icy, dark, and sharp Sword Qi materialized from nowhere, like a long rainbow piercing the sun.

CLANG!

The sword’s cry echoed.

Another corpse fell, adding to the bloody scene in the sky.

This sent a chill down every expert’s spine. They quickly formed a circle, their divine senses scanning their surroundings, hardly daring to breathe, fearing they would be the next prey.

Nevertheless, assassinations continued.

It was as if a specter of death lurked in the shadows, reaping lives.

In the blink of an eye, two Ten-thousand-year Emperors, three Thousand-year Emperors, and seven Ancient Great Emperor realm martial artists had fallen.

"No... I don’t want to die!"

Finally, an expert from an ancient-grade force could bear it no longer. Eyes wide with terror, he flew away, attempting to escape this land of death, this demonic place.

Unexpectedly, the fleeing expert from the ancient-grade force was not assassinated.

Somewhere in the Void, Nie Zheng remained concealed, his expression calm, as he continued to search for opportunities to strike, ignoring the fleeing martial artist.

The path of assassination is an art of killing!

The reason he let the fleeing martial artist escape was to implant a psychological suggestion: flee, and you might survive.

He felt he had no other choice.

The experts from the three sacred lands and thirteen ancient-grade forces were numerous. If cornered and forced into a desperate struggle, they might target Qin Wudao within the Imperial Capital, and even Nie Zheng wouldn’t be able to stop them all.

"Die!"

Soon, Nie Zheng found another opening and, like a phantom, struck.

BOOM!

Unsurprisingly, another Thousand-year Emperor realm expert fell.

"Run!"

Seeing this, the remaining experts from the ancient-grade forces lost all will to fight. They scattered and fled, not even considering resistance.

Perhaps they subconsciously believed, Since there is a way to live, why choose death?

Soon, only the experts from the Sacred Lands remained in the Void: four Ten-thousand-year Emperor martial artists and seven Thousand-year Emperor martial artists. They formed a small, tight circle, extremely wary.

It’s my turn! Xu Chu murmured to himself, a murderous glint in his eyes, as he watched his enemies either flee or die.

When Nie Zheng had been an action, Xu Chu had been like the perfect spectator, witnessing the splendor of the path of assassination, a sight that made his blood boil with excitement.

Now, it’s time for me to take the stage!

BOOM!

At the same time, the Void beside him tore open.

Dian Wei, clad in armor and wielding twin halberds, descended upon the battlefield, radiating a terrifying pressure.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The two locked eyes, each seeing the suffocating murderous intent in the other’s. They roared in unison, unleashing an invincible battle spirit that seemed to turn the world upside down.