A faint, icy gleam flickered across the Mechanical Puppet beside Duke Qi.
Invisible fluctuations of the Wealth Law began to permeate Emperor Qian's entire body. Though he said nothing, his attitude was already perfectly clear.
Ying Zheng fell silent for a moment, then once again swept his lightning-like gaze over Ji Fa, the Beast Emperor, and the others.
Ji Fa's face was deathly pale. He gripped the bowl covered in cracks tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with unwillingness. Yet at this moment, he no longer dared meet Ying Zheng's gaze.
The Beast Emperor, Star Lord, Magic God, and Emperor Zhao all had disordered auras and pale faces. It was obvious at a glance that their injuries were severe, and they clearly no longer had the strength to fight.
"A hundred years?" A cold arc curved across Ying Zheng's lips. "When has my Great Qin ever needed peace granted as alms by others?"
He paused, and his aura rose sharply. Although it was nowhere near as vast and boundless as when he had just gathered the Faith of the Myriad People,
it still caused the three people opposite him to secretly grow wary. Ying Zheng gave a light laugh and spoke with interest.
"However, since several fellow Daoists have joined forces to come and plead for mercy, I naturally must give you this face."
At these words, Lord Wei and the others began to relax as well.
But before any of them could speak to offer their thanks, Ying Zheng's voice rang out again, and the Tai'a Sword in his hand pointed toward Ji Fa and the other four.
"However, since you dared to offend the dignity of I and Great Qin without cause, how could this matter possibly be dismissed so easily?"
"What does the Qin Emperor want