Thunder roared overhead as Lin Qi swung his heavy axe at Ying Sheng.
Ying Sheng let out a savage laugh and raised both hands, bringing a heavy wolf-tooth mace smashing up to meet it. In the instant before the two heavy weapons collided, Ying Sheng shouted sternly, "Rebel Hu Xinzhu plotted against His Majesty; his crime deserves ten thousand deaths. His accomplice Lin Qi is beyond forgiveness. All of us in Blood Qin—ah!"
While Ying Sheng was frantically pinning crimes on Hu Xinzhu and Lin Qi, the Army-Slaying Axe had already come crashing down. The wolf-tooth mace in Ying Sheng's hand weighed a full 1,080 jin; its thick handle was as wide as an ordinary man's arm, and it too was a rare holy artifact.
But when it met Lin Qi's Army-Slaying Axe, the axe's 108,000 jin of weight came down like a small mountain pressing upon his head. Ying Sheng felt his entire body sink, while the black tiger beneath him gave a miserable howl as its spine was crushed to powder. The wolf-tooth mace let out a mournful cry, its thick shaft split apart by Lin Qi's axe. The great axe continued its descent toward Ying Sheng's head.
The Army-Slaying Axe Lin Po had given him was indeed tyrannically mighty beyond compare. With a casual strike alone, Ying Sheng—whose physical strength was only a notch below Lin Qi's—was routed on the spot. Seeing the black, coldly gleaming axe blade falling heavily toward him, Ying Sheng screamed strangely, flipped over, and rolled to the ground. Lin Qi's axe came down, chopping the black tiger with its broken spine into two halves amid its dying shrieks.
"King Dingguo Ying Sheng is plotting rebellion! King Dingguo has rebelled!" Hu Xinzhu had already begun shouting at the top of his lungs. "King