Ten Swords, Then Ten More

The illusory images of the Xianyang Palace are numerous, with a 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.

As Ying Fusu recited the sacrificial rites, various strange phenomena appeared on his body.

Zhang Xuezhou had seen this scene before he was introduced into the military campaign.

At that time, he didn't realize what was happening, nor did he think of relying on the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture" to fight against the Venerable One, and was thus passively drawn into the war.

At that moment, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture" had taken effect.

Not only is the Venerable One still alive, but he has also brought communication and exchange. What's even more mysterious is that Zhang Xuezhou has borrowed some subtle abilities through the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture".

He stared intently at Ying Fusu, the various strange phenomena unfolding like peeling back layers of a cocoon.

"This ability should cause the targeted person to lack normal Body Control, thus creating an opening for a fatal blow. The person is still the same person, the sword is still the same sword, but the borrowed ability and the method of intimidation and suppression are no different!"

In a short time, Zhang Xuezhou understood Ying Fusu's second ability.

With the help of the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture," Zhang Xuezhou was able to make extremely clear observations. However, even without the assistance of the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture," Zhang Xuezhou felt that he might not necessarily die. After all, he was still trying to maintain his own self and hadn't even figured out the Nine-Petal Flower. Being intimidated, suppressed, and out of control wouldn't be any worse.

Ultimately, Huang Daoxian was not an ordinary cultivator of destiny.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou is only imitating at the moment, it is not something that can be easily dealt with.

"Hey!"

Ying Fusu's roar rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou saw the Crown Prince of Qin wield the Tai'a sword and slash with it.

Golden rays flickered from the crimson flames on the Tai'a sword, the Sword-Ray so intense it resembled a small sun.

This strike is as simple as splitting a mountain in two, but for some opponents caught in a battle of attrition, it is a fatal blow.

Anyone who can be intimidated or influenced will become confused and disoriented, thus becoming completely vulnerable to being slaughtered.

The power accumulated by Ying Fusu's long chanting of the sacrificial incantation was so concentrated that the Tai'a Sword's strike was clearly powerful enough to break through the opponent's body.

"I can hide and dodge, and I can even take a beating!"

Zhang Xuezhou stared intently at the Tai'a sword that had been severed, constantly comparing and judging its contents.

Of course, he could only make a judgment at the moment, since Zhang Xuezhou really didn't understand how to use the nine-petaled flower, and couldn't even move it.

Like a thunderbolt striking down, the greenhouse he was in inevitably shook violently.

In the dim light, Zhang Xuezhou felt a ray of golden light fall into the greenhouse, and it seemed as if a crack had appeared on the flower bud.

"Ten more sword strikes!"

In the illusory image of the Xianyang Palace, Ying Fusu held the Tai'a sword and shouted loudly. His handsome face was serious, and his brows were furrowed into a deep frown.

"Cut!"

"Cut!"

Although it was Ying Fusu who spoke, if one were caught in the intimidation of suppression, the scene would be quite different.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the flower buds that were gradually becoming drafty, and then at Ying Fusu, whose strength was waning.

The subtle feeling from the "Great Wilderness Creation Scripture" faded, and the palaces of Xianyang suddenly came into view.

The bronze lampstand swayed, casting a menacing shadow on the black bird pattern on the dome of the Xianyang Palace.

A nine-zhang-tall emperor figure slowly rose from the nine-tiered jade steps, the sun, moon, and stars embroidered on his twelve-symbol crown robe gleaming coldly.

The dragon-patterned hilt of the Tai'a sword was slowly drawn from its sheath as the emperor caressed it in his hand. The three-foot-long green sword in his hand transformed into a two-zhang-long giant sword, almost the same size as the nine petals of the nine-petaled flower that Huang Daoxian controlled.

The emperor, sword in hand, descended slowly, gazing down as if looking down from above.

How does your neck compare to the bricks and stones of the Great Wall?

As if speaking a golden rule, the twelve jade algae on the crown suddenly froze, even the air seemed to solidify, and Zhang Xuezhou felt his mouth go dry.

The voice sounded as if it were coming from a grand hall, yet it resounded in his ears, causing his heart to pound.

"The bricks and stones of the Great Wall are no match for my neck!"

The sword light descended like the might of heaven, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but shout inwardly.

As the strange phenomena in his eyes faded, Ying Fusu's figure, wielding a sword and slashing down, came into view.

"You... you..."

With another slash, the flower bud was slashed, leaving a sword mark ten feet long, which also revealed the stamen inside.

Ying Fusu was shocked that his opponent had survived the attack, and also shocked that it was actually a flower-shaped object, with no normal living creatures hidden inside.

He exclaimed in disbelief.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he swallowed his words and turned his gaze to himself.

Cracks appeared on his body, and black liquid kept gushing out. Even his tortoise-shell-patterned armor could not stop the cracking.

"You... you..."

He pointed to the huge flower bud and looked at himself, completely unable to understand why he had been injured to such an extent.

It was clearly his opponent who was being killed by him, and it was clearly the opponent who was unable to move.

"I... I... How could I lose? I shouldn't have lost! This shouldn't be my fate!"

Ying Fusu stared wide-eyed, the Tai'a sword in his hand hanging limply at his sides.

"How could you lose? You need to find the reason yourself!"

If he could wipe the sweat from his forehead, Zhang Xuezhou felt he should do so.

He was still somewhat shaken, feeling that Ying Fusu's unleashed attack was indeed very fierce, but what terrified Zhang Xuezhou even more was the emperor on the ninth-tiered jade throne.

The power borrowed by Ying Fusu was enough to shatter the nine-petaled flower. If the emperor himself were to arrive, the scene would be entirely different, perhaps even more so than the Huang Daoxian he had encountered before.

Seeing Ying Fusu's body gradually cracking, Zhang Xuezhou was worried that the other party would pull out some new tricks, so he tried his best to distract him.

"You... you... you couldn't possibly have survived such an attack unscathed!" Ying Fusu struggled to lift the Tai'a sword and said, "Who exactly are you? Are you from beyond the heavens?"

"I'm injured! Look, my skin is all scraped and my body is completely deformed!" Zhang Xuezhou cried out, "Ah~ it hurts so much, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm about to die!"

"You... you..."

Ying Fusu stared wide-eyed.

Even after becoming a puppet ruler, the Crown Prince, who was in charge of overseeing the country, would still maintain the utmost vigilance and conduct inspections.

Day after day, year after year, he did not grow weary of the monotony and loneliness, but instead remained attached to the breath of life.

At that moment, he felt that his life was coming to an end.

Even though the terracotta warrior was on the verge of life and death, and the number of terracotta warriors that embodied his body was second only to the emperor of Qin, Ying Fusu still felt the passing of life.

He stared at his own body in disbelief, and while Ying Fusu sought an answer, his opponent, who had repeatedly sought peace, was probably thinking of infuriating him and did not give a proper response.

He was always polite and aloof, and had never encountered Zhang Xuezhou's scoundrel-like behavior before.

A surge of blood welled up within him, and Ying Fusu could no longer hold onto the Tai'a sword, which disappeared in the dimming of the golden light.

He pointed to the huge flower bud, finding it hard to understand his fate.

His jade-like arms began to crack, and his body shattered like porcelain, each piece falling and turning into a faint golden light.

"I... Father... Father, save me, Father!"

"Ouch! It hurts so much! I'm going to die! I'm about to die!"

The opponent's incessant chatter, like annoying sparrows, completely confused Ying Fusu's thoughts.

As his body's layers cracked open, revealing the White Bone within, Ying Fusu's eyes showed a hint of despair, and he finally realized the serious accident he was likely facing.