"You still have a sword."
On Jiao Guang's mountain-like head, the dark golden vertical pupils stared intently at Ying Lin, and his voice was hoarse as if two pieces of metal were rubbing against each other.
"Why don't you come out?"
He could feel that Ying Lin's body contained an ultimate Sword Intent that could completely injure him, or even kill him.
That is the "Sword of the Son of Heaven" that has been nurtured by hundreds of years of Great Qin's national destiny and the faith of all people.
But Ying Lin was not used.
"If I kill you, Great Qin's national destiny will be damaged by 30%." Ying Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his expression returned to the indifference of the ancient well. "The old lion in the west and the snow wolf king in the north are waiting. I can't give them this chance."
An emperor is an emperor first, and a warrior second.
He could draw his sword in anger over the death of a minister, but he would never put the entire empire at risk for the sake of pure victory.
Jiao Guang was silent.
A trace of complexity flashed in the depths of his violent eyes.
He thought of the useless third son, of the eldest son Jiao Ba who had just been shocked and had his thoughts sent back, and even more of Ancestral Source of the Dragon Vein who had been "rooted out".
Northern Nether Sea, I can't afford to lose.
"What do you want?" Jiao Guang's voice, for the first time, lost its violence, leaving only the cold reality.
Ying Lin's profound gaze seemed to see through the void and all of Jiao Guang's thoughts.
"You and I are both Emperor Realm. If we really fight to the death, we are just letting the young people benefit."
"I give you a chance, and I also give my Great Qin, a chance."
Ying Lin slowly raised his hand and pointed toward nothingness.
"From today on, Hundred-Year Pact."
"You and I, as well as Great Qin and Northern Nether Sea and all Emperor Realm above, shall never take action against each other again."
"Use Nan Province as the boundary to delineate the battlefield. You Northern Nether Sea aquatic people can land, and our Great Qin soldiers can also enter the sea. Territory, rely on strength to seize; resources, seize based on ability."
"Within a hundred years, if I, Great Qin, can push the battle line to your Northern Nether Sea eyes, you Flood Dragon Clan must bow to Great Qin and offer Northern Nether Sea 30% of your luck, and you will never see it again for a thousand years!"
"If you, Northern Nether Sea, can attack my Xianyang city, I will abandon my throne and these Nine Provinces mountains and rivers are up to you to seize!"
Boom!
The moment the words fell, it was as if invisible thunder from heaven exploded simultaneously in the depths of their souls.
This is not a simple verbal agreement, but the ultimate bet mortgaged by one's own path and the destiny of the ethnic group!
Jiao Guang's huge vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
He stared at Ying Lin, as if trying to see any trace of falsehood in that calm face.
But what he saw was only absolute confidence and unquestionable imperial majesty.
This madman!
He actually dared to gamble with the entire Great Qin national destiny!
But does he have any choice?
The voice of the eldest son Jiao Ba is still echoing in his ears. The eroded Ancestral Source of the Dragon Vein is another Lijian hanging above his head.
If we continue to fight with Ying Lin, the best result is that both sides will suffer losses. By then, amidst internal and external troubles, Flood Dragon Clan will be truly doomed.
Promising him, although humiliating, is the only way to break the situation.
Leave the battlefield to the men below to fight. At least, he still has a chance to win!
He Northern Nether Sea billions of water people, can't he still consume your human race?
"Okay!"
One word was squeezed out from the depths of Jiao Guang's throat, filled with blood and unwillingness.
"One hundred years! Ying Lin, I hope you won't regret it!"
"I never regret."
Ying Lin turned around, took a step forward, and his figure instantly merged into nothingness and disappeared.
Only a cold word was left, slowly dissipating in the void.
"For me, give Elder Jiang a message."
"I accepted his sacrifice."
When Ying Lin's figure appeared again in Qin Emperor's palace study, Li Ning was waiting anxiously.
Seeing that familiar figure and the trace of blood on the corner of his mouth that had not yet completely disappeared, Li Ning's heart sank suddenly.
"Your Majesty..."
"No problem." Ying Lin waved his hand and walked straight to the huge Nine Provinces territory map, his eyes falling on the junction of Nan Province and Northern Nether Sea.
"Preach my will."
"1. Bury Demon Suppression Envoy Elder Jiang with state honors, posthumously title 'Sea-Pacifying King', and enter Hall of Heroic Spirits."
"Second, declare it to the world. From today on, Great Qin and Northern Nether Sea enter into an agreement Hundred-Year Pact. Anyone under the King Realm can enter the Nan Province battlefield and be rewarded and punished based on military merit. Those who slay the demon king will be granted the title of marquis! Those who slay the bloodline of the demon emperor will be granted the title of king!"
"Third, open the national treasury. For those who go to the Nan Province battlefield, the supply of elixirs, armor, and exercises will be tripled!"
"Four..."
Ying Lin's voice paused slightly, and his eyes seemed to penetrate through the layers of palace walls and fell deep into the Demon Suppression Bureau, the courtyard belonging to Su Yu.
The corner of his mouth curled up in a meaningful arc.
"In less than a hundred years or in a few decades, Northern Nether Sea will definitely belong to me Great Qin!"
Under the imperial edict.
The world is moving.
Xianyang In the city, the doors of countless distinguished families were opened overnight, and groups of private soldiers whose armors had been dusty for many years were re-polished.
The dandy boy who was usually a fighting dog was kicked into the martial arts arena by his elder Lineage, and his roar echoed throughout the night.
"Northern Nether Sea's demon king's head is worth ten thousand times more than your courtesan's smile! Go earn a title for me and come back!"
In the border state capital, those old soldiers who had removed their armor and returned to the fields, with gray hair on their temples, took out the swords that had been with them for half their lives from under the bed with trembling hands.
Under the dim yellow oil lamp, they wiped the cold blades over and over again, and the flame called military merit rekindled in their cloudy old eyes.
In an ancient temple deep in the mountains, the old monk, who had been in solitary confinement for decades and whose breath was as dead as rotten wood, suddenly opened his eyes after hearing the imperial announcement coming from the bottom of the mountain.
The energy and blood all over his body exploded like an oven, directly shattering the stone door of the retreat.
"Amitabha, how can the poor monk's demon-conquering pestle still be used to make food?"
There are also countless Rogue Cultivator warriors who are struggling to survive in sects, in the rivers and lakes, and in the wild. When they see the words on the imperial list, those who slay the demon king will be granted the title of marquis, and those who slay the blood of the demon emperor will be granted the title of king, their breathing instantly becomes hot.
On the road to martial arts, talent, resources, and opportunities are all indispensable.
And now, Great Qin Emperor Ying Lin, in the name of the Emperor, has nakedly exposed a turbulent Tianji encounter sweeping the world in front of everyone.
Nan Province, from the human race and Demon Race to Flesh and Blood Millstone, has become the most popular ladder to the sky in the world.