Ying Zheng's gaze swept across the four people opposite him—Lord Wei, Duke Qi, and Emperor Qian among them. Although his words were courteous,
the mana around his body continued to surge, and he already had his Spiritual Treasure in hand.
Clearly, he was prepared to start fighting at the slightest disagreement.
The Yu Emperor still wore a smiling expression, but his eyes remained firmly locked onto Ying Zheng. His intentions were obvious.
Ying Zheng's gaze flickered. He truly wanted to kill all five of Ji Fa's group outright, and even wanted to deal with the four who had arrived later as well.
After all, he currently held the home-field advantage. If he could eliminate the nine people before him in one stroke, he could secure victory outright.
What a pity... Ying Zheng silently sensed the power fading from his body and sighed inwardly.
That strike had been immensely powerful, but it had temporarily drained the Belief Power of Great Qin's people. It had also consumed a considerable amount of National Fortune, both of which required time to recover.
If he had faced all nine emperors directly just now, he would still have been confident of leaving none of them alive.
But now, he would have to forget it. He would have great difficulty launching an attack like that again in the short term.
Besides, the other three emperors would still be manageable. If he used his ultimate trump card, he was confident he could kill them.
But who knew how deeply that old schemer, the Yu Emperor, had hidden his strength?
One only had to look at his smiling face and the Imperial Seal he was idly playing with to understand.
The moment Ying Zheng used his trump card, he would then face the joint attack of the nine great