Great Qin's Crown Prince Ying Fusu

In his magical state, Zhang Xuezhou saw himself transformed into the shape of Golden Dragon Fish.

This left me with a bitter feeling, as if the Golden Dragon Fish was not even as good as the dragon fish.

He had previously determined that the fish-dragon's body was black and white. The black color came from the decline of Emperor Jing's vital energy before his death, while the white color came from the remnants of the defeated King Liang during his life, which caused him to transform into a dragon-like form.

But the reshaped physique made it difficult for him to understand the rules.

He experienced the power struggles between Emperor Jing and the Prince of Liang, he witnessed the Empress Dowager's political maneuvering, he fought a one-sided battle with Zuo Quanyou, and he also fought against Huang Daoxian. He restrained Han Yan, and all these political maneuvers led to his ultimate victory.

Regardless of the process, he is the ultimate winner.

After combining so many tactics and strategies, Zhang Xuezhou never expected to create such a thing.

"Puff!"

He swayed and exhaled a bubble from his mouth.

As a fish, you can't expect it to do anything else; after all, fish do nothing but swim and blow bubbles, they don't have many other abilities.

The phantom image of the fish converging into a dazzling galaxy did not serve any purpose; Zhang Xuezhou felt it was merely an illusion and unlikely to be of any use.

"Wouldn't we be doomed if we fought Huang Daoxian again?"

Zhang Xuezhou was certain that Huang Daoxian would have a very difficult time after his defeat, but Zhang Xuezhou never expected that his own fate as the victor would be so ordinary.

Ultimately, his teleportation battle was fraught with unexpected events, and the opponent's escape through teleportation meant that the battle did not end in a life-or-death struggle as in the past, leaving behind various lingering problems.

He was rebuilt; his body was in excellent health, without a single scratch, but he was weak.

"With a major battle imminent, what kind of joke is this about using magic?"

After spitting out a bubble, Zhang Xuezhou let out a whooshing sound, and then leaped up with the body of the swimming Golden Dragon Fish.

Regardless of how he moves his body, he needs to master it to avoid being caught off guard and beaten in future battles.

Of course, there was an even more important thing: to retract his energy back into his body to prevent his physical body from being subjected to the impact and causing problems.

He leaped into the air, and countless illusory images of starry fish followed him almost simultaneously.

With a leap, Zhang Xuezhou felt the starry river, the water, and the schools of fish vanish into nothingness, while the remnants of Ning Que's black dragon shell and nine-petaled flower, which had been peeled off by Huang Daoxian, reappeared.

Zhang Xuezhou surveyed his surroundings, then watched as he leaped into the air, re-entering the space where his body was being reshaped.

The feeling of difficulty the Golden Dragon Fish struggled to swim overwhelmed Zhang Xuezhou. He flicked his tail, but found it difficult to change the direction of his leap. His body then collided with the debris.

Damn it!

As the cursing and complaining began, Zhang Xuezhou felt a loud roar in his ears.

As the familiar darkness reappeared, Zhang Xuezhou swayed and felt a familiar yet strange sensation welling up inside him.

A faint, eerie light flickered past, and jet-black scales emerged as he shook his head and wagged his tail.

Accompanying this was the five claws, so sharp that even Zhang Xuezhou felt a chill in his heart.

"Roar!"

When he spoke again, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the sound originated from his own throat.

His gaze swept across the scene, and he felt that in the instant of the collision, he had transformed into a six-zhang-long black dragon.

"This seems to be Luo Zhong's black dragon form?"

Zhang Xuezhou spoke as usual, but his words were all roars like dragon's cries.

This made him understand somewhat the frustration Ning Que felt at the time.

This wasn't because Ning Que had difficulty controlling Luo Zhong's body after taking over, but because this body simply lacked the ability to speak normally, or could only express itself through dragon roars.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Xuezhou was not satisfied with the body movement of the Golden Dragon Fish, but he was quite satisfied with the body movement of the black dragon fish, Luo Zhong, even though this form could not be expressed normally.

"The defeat of Huang Daoxian's nine-petaled flower was inseparable from Ning Que's roar. As long as I find an opportunity, I can repeat Ning Que's methods!"

The great battle with Huang Daoxian has just ended. This battle was inseparable from Ren Anran's calm and oppressive presence, but it was also inseparable from Ning Que's desperate roar.

It was precisely because of Ning Que's strategy of fighting to the death that Huang Daoxian, who was controlling the Nine-Petal Flower, lost control, which also led to the escape of the owner of the Nine-Petal Flower, thus putting him at a complete disadvantage.

This black dragon body, while not necessarily the strongest, at least has the potential to contend with Huang Daoxian, making it far more powerful than his previous fish-dragon body.

Having witnessed the weakness of the Golden Dragon Fish form, Zhang Xuezhou felt content with his current situation.

"Receive!"

He then switched to his normal spellcasting form, shouted a couple of times, and after a quick familiarization, he inevitably and quickly withdrew from the spellcasting state.

The gloom faded, and darkness returned.

The light from the Golden Crow feather hanging on the bronze chariot went out, and Zhang Xuezhou was left in complete darkness.

His gaze swept across the area, and he saw that the Qingzhou Cauldron in the distance was still faintly emitting specks of golden light.

Like stars in the night sky, these golden rays had no effect whatsoever, not even illuminating the Venerable One's massive body.

Your Excellency?

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed.

With a shout, he felt as if a thunderclap had risen from the ground, the sound reverberating throughout the underground palace.

"Oh no!"

The abnormal sound corresponded to an abnormal state. Zhang Xuezhou squatted down and reached down to grab something, only to find that he had a small frame in his hand.

He touched it and confirmed that this was the bronze chariot he had ridden in before.

As for the horse figurine, it's nowhere to be found; it wasn't pulled by the bronze chariot.

He could sit normally in the bronze chariot before, but now he is gripping the chariot with one hand. His body has obviously been passively expanding and becoming gigantic, and this has been going on for a long time.

Zhang Xuezhou wasn't afraid of the changes he would trigger by invoking the Law of Heaven, nor was he afraid of manipulating the changes through the Body Technique, the Law of Heaven, and the Unity of Celestial Person and Heaven Technique. But he was truly afraid of inexplicably growing to enormous size while in a passive state.

This means that abnormal energy was injected into his body, causing this situation.

"The Golden Crow Great Emperor is my good friend!"

Unable to assess the situation in the pitch black, Zhang Xuezhou quickly chanted incantations, searching for the Golden Crow feather that had drifted away to who-knows-where.

A small flame appeared more than a hundred meters away.

As Zhang Xuezhou shouted "Big!", the flames on the Golden Crow feathers surged, illuminating the surroundings and revealing the dilapidated state of the underground palace.

At the same time, a bitter, low voice also emerged, accompanied by a cold snort.

"So they were two wicked beasts!"

In the light of the flames, the bloated and swollen body of the Venerable One was faintly visible, with a lit candle held in the dragon's mouth.

It seemed as if he wanted to use his special ability to switch between illusion and reality to escape, but the Venerable One was unable to leave because his body was too stiff to move.

On the Qingzhou Cauldron, a young man dressed in a black imperial robe stood quietly.

The young man's brows were furrowed with unyielding seriousness, and the sword at his waist, though still sheathed, was already rustling with a chilling Sword Qi.

In his eyes, the phosphorescence was not green like Yang Duanhe's, but rather shimmered like stars.

The golden light that Zhang Xuezhou had previously seen emanating from the Qingzhou Cauldron originated from the other party's eyes, and was not the residual golden light of fortune emanating from the Qingzhou Cauldron.

"Your escape skills may allow you to evade many people, but my eyes, aided by the light of this demonic fire, can see you clearly, whether real or illusory. You cannot hide!"

The young man in the black imperial robes did not draw his sword, but slowly took out the longbow hanging on his back.

He clenched his fist, and the outline of a feathered arrow engraved with the sun, moon, and stars vaguely appeared in his palm.

"Crown Prince Ying Fusu of the Great Qin Dynasty!"

His Majesty lowered his head slightly and uttered an extremely bitter voice.

"Long time no see, Zhu Jiuyin, you've become even more useless!"

The young man in the black imperial robes raised his head and replied, but his words flowed without the slightest hesitation.

He placed the arrow, condensed from his palm's Law Power, onto the bowstring, and as soon as he finished speaking, he had already drawn the bowstring taut.

An arrow was released from the bow, its light flashing and dimming as it traveled far.

The Venerable One, existing between illusion and reality, widened his eyes, and the candle in his mouth instantly went out. His enormous and bloated body suddenly appeared around the Qingzhou Cauldron, and he was struck squarely on the forehead by an arrow, from which bright red blood, like lava, immediately overflowed.