Like a Madman

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

In the center of the flower bud, Zhang Xuezhou tried his best to familiarize himself with the nine-petaled flower.

He used to think that Ning Que was not fast enough to adapt to Luo Zhong's Black Dragon Body Movement, but now, Zhang Xuezhou's performance is not much better.

It's one thing for Zhang Xuezhou to transform from a fish-dragon body to Golden Dragon Fish, and even adapting to Luo Zhong's black dragon body is not a problem, but Zhang Xuezhou has never adapted to the flower form.

This is not a transition from bipedal to quadrupedal organisms, but rather a direct entry into a plant state.

Zhang Xuezhou calls himself a "half-vegetative person," but he actually has nothing to do with plants and has never been a plant.

"How exactly do you control this thing? How do you slash those nine petals?"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect to utilize the various complex abilities of the nine-petaled flower; he only hoped to use the nine petals to kill his opponent.

However, Ying Fusu possessed exceptional combat skills.

Even when the other party speaks, it is accompanied by physical actions, while when they stand still and reply, they are observing the flaws in his movements.

When they could find nothing more and realized they were powerless to break through the Nine-Petal Flower's protective barrier, the other side simply and decisively requested assistance.

Just thinking about the phantom images of the Xianyang palace that appeared when Ying Fusu asked for help, with the nine-zhang-tall statue of the First Emperor standing in the center of the palace and countless civil and military officials sitting in the four directions, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

The mere force of the crown was enough to cause his soul to become unstable and manifest strange phenomena, thus plunging him into a battle. Zhang Xuezhou could already deduce the other party's cultivation level and the person Ying Fusu had sought help from.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Why are you dying so soon, Your Majesty? It's one thing that you were being targeted and killed without resisting, but when I was doing my part, couldn't you at least lend a hand!"

Ying Fusu even brought the Tai'a sword into the battle, and Zhang Xuezhou could already foresee the situation he would face.

This kind of operation is likely to be very different from his past experiences, and may also involve some additional factors.

For example, cultivation level, the power of suppression, etc...

The nine-petaled flower has very strong defensive capabilities, but it is difficult to control when under threat. The petals may scatter, creating an opening, which could lead to its annihilation in one blow.

Or perhaps Ying Fusu realized that his own abilities were insufficient to deal with the situation, and sought help from someone who possessed the ability to deliver a fatal blow.

Either scenario would be terrible for Zhang Xuezhou, and he didn't want to bear the consequences.

"Please... please help me!"

Zhang Xuezhou jumped up and down, then looked at Ying Fusu, who was holding a sword and reciting a eulogy not far away.

As he watched the golden light emerge from the opponent's Tai'a sword, and the faint phantom of a palace appear within it, he couldn't help but feel a little despair, unsure if he could withstand the attack.

Zhang Xuezhou was startled when he heard a faint response.

"Your Excellency? Can you hear me? Get up and help me! I'm about to die!" Zhang Xuezhou cried out.

"I... I'm about to... die!"

His Majesty's response was extremely vague, like a muffled murmur from someone who was not in his right mind.

"Wake up, wake up! Quickly kill this Ying Fusu, or we're all finished!"

"I can't move... I can't... I can't kill him!"

"Where's your great ability?"

"No... no... no ability!"

His Excellency's response was extremely weak, as if he had reached a dead end.

The two can communicate to some extent through the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture," but the communication is ineffective.

"If you've run out of techniques, do you have anything else?" Zhang Xuezhou shouted. "Quick, quick, quick! Ying Fusu is about to call his father out; that would be a disaster!"

"Father? Ying Zheng?"

His Excellency's voice faltered, now tinged with shock, his previously muddled thoughts now clearing considerably.

"I'm going to die!"

His Majesty's mouth was full of bitterness.

Ying Fusu was not completely killed, but a master like Emperor Qin Huang Ying Zheng would surely annihilate his soul with a single sword strike, thus securing the end of the battle and leaving his opponent no chance to catch his breath or turn the tide.

Compared to Emperor Qin Huang, Ying Zheng, Ying Fusu was as inexperienced as a greenhorn.

Once Ying Zheng arrives, the Venerable One will absolutely face certain death.

But it wasn't that His Excellency was unwilling to put in the effort. At this moment, he was like a pig whose body was filled with water and waiting to be slaughtered by a heartless butcher. The butcher had even smashed his head with a pickaxe, leaving him bleeding profusely. He was almost on the verge of death.

The power overflowing from the Qingzhou Cauldron was too great; it had exceeded the limits that His Excellency could handle.

Perhaps it was Zhang Xuezhou who cut off a portion, or perhaps it was Ying Fusu who came to stop the outpouring, that allowed His Majesty to barely maintain the state of not exploding.

But it's difficult to get him to do anything in that state.

His magical Law Power was chaotic and uncontrollable, his enormous demonic body was difficult to move, his demonic magic and physical strength were abolished, and only the candle in his mouth could be lit by his will.

"That bad?"

In a low and rapid narration, the Venerable One mentioned his dire situation and asked Zhang Xuezhou to explore the possibility of cooperation between them.

"Could you burn Ying Fusu to death with a torch?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Ying Fusu has been transformed into a terracotta warrior, and terracotta warriors are forged in flames through magic, so his body is not afraid of flames," the Venerable One said.

"Then what is he afraid of?" Zhang Xuezhou.

"A strike of extreme sharpness," the Venerable One said, "Is something I cannot do right now!"

"What else is he afraid of?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The Qin Dynasty's terracotta warrior making technique has almost no natural enemies, and there is no direct means to counter it," His Majesty said bitterly.

"He was made of fire, isn't he afraid of water?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Have you ever seen any porcelain or bronze artifact that's afraid of being soaked in water...?"

To His Majesty, who was familiar with the Qin Dynasty's terracotta warrior making techniques, Zhang Xuezhou's question seemed idiotic, but His Majesty was indeed reminded of it by the other party.

As the response from the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture" subsided, the Venerable One slowly raised his head, gazing at the underground palace that resembled a river of blood.

He had been repeatedly banging his head against the ground, doing everything he could to reduce the cutting power of Ying Fusu's Sword Qi and minimize the loss of blood plasma from his body, so as to prolong his life a little longer.

At that moment, an extremely crazy idea also surfaced in the Venerable One's mind.

"If fire can't burn you to death, and water can't drown you, then try getting my blood and saliva from lit candles on your body, and see if it can defile you and burn you, the Crown Prince of Qin!"

His Highness's eyes widened suddenly, and the wounds he had been desperately suppressing collapsed.

Like killing a chicken and bleeding it out, only this time the Venerable One is bleeding himself out.

"Hehehehe!"

He struggled to lift his bleeding head, and a chilling laugh came from his dragon mouth. The oily red blood on his head gushed out as if it had been hit by a high-pressure water gun, splashing onto the motionless terracotta body of Ying Fusu in the distance.

"Grab him, strangle him to death, crush him to pieces..."

His Majesty appeared to be insane.

His large and bloated body even began to thin due to this frantic bloodletting at his vital points.

"I'll defile you, soak you to death, burn you alive..."

Beneath the Qingzhou Cauldron where he lay, layers of foul blood swirled. This blood was not ordinary blood, but rather as viscous as waxy grease, and his struggles had almost created a muddy blood pit.

At the point where his spray landed, layers of filthy blood also piled up and poured onto Ying Fusu's body, which was being held by Zhang Xuezhou.

With a frantic, low cry of "Burn you to death!", the candle flame in his mouth ignited and fell into the filthy, bloody pit where his head lay.

A small flame quickly spread, then carried away along the blood, which was filled with a waxy, oily substance.

In just a moment, flames erupted from this vast underground palace.

Amidst the raging fire, the underground palace swayed precariously, its outline becoming faintly visible through the thick fog.