"When I came to my senses, I saw a troop of a hundred or so soldiers appear, suspended high in the sky in orderly ranks. Their murderous aura hit me head-on."
"Oh, right. Apart from their leader, they were all terracotta figures!"
King Biancheng recalled the details carefully. He seemed to remember something terrifying, and tiny beads of cold sweat actually appeared on his temples.
"Their leader, he, he..."
"He reeked of blood. It wasn't simply because he'd killed too many people. Everyone he'd killed had been powerful! Only countless souls of dead powerhouses, their resentment clinging to him and their baleful qi lingering, could produce that effect."
"He was an utterly terrifying man. The instant I saw him, all the blood in my body turned icy cold. I could barely breathe, as though I were about to die."
"I also saw that Eight-Step King, the one suspected of coming from Xu Fu's ship, drop to his knees in midair with a thud far in the distance. He kowtowed frantically, muttering something."
"Even the Supreme Powerhouses with indistinct faces stood motionless, as though petrified. All of them locked their auras onto that man. They seemed deeply wary of him."
"That man spoke in a relaxed tone, with a trace of utterly natural killing intent. He asked why they hadn't obeyed the First Emperor's orders."
"Those Supreme Powerhouses fell silent for a moment. Someone spoke covertly, concealing where their voice came from. They asked Bai Qi whether the First Emperor was really still alive. If, one day, they gathered a host of powerhouses and dug open the Imperial Mausoleum, only to find a skeleton, that would be quite a joke."
"Then..." King Biancheng took two deep breaths and stared intently at everyone, his expression solemn. "Then I witnessed the most terrifying