A Slash at Emperor Qin

A dark imperial robe appeared, and Zhang Xuezhou's fish-dragon form disappeared.

Among Zhang Xuezhou's three states of manipulating techniques, there is Luo Zhong's black dragon form, Huang Daoxian's nine-petal flower form, and the state of Qin Crown Prince Ying Fusu.

In its black dragon form, it can use brute force to charge and fight, and it is highly mobile.

Nine-petaled flowers are impervious to blows and have the strongest protective capabilities.

Ying Fusu's half-dragon, half-human state falls somewhere in between, possessing both the ability to move and the ability to defend. However, his offensive capabilities are hampered by the lack of the Qin Dynasty's imperial sword, Tai'a, which prevents him from unleashing its full power.

How can I dodge this sword strike?

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to his body, and layers of armor enveloped his dark imperial robes. He also began to imitate and use the abilities that Ying Fusu had once displayed.

"Ying Fusu of the Great Qin Dynasty?"

Countless dragonfish vanished, and a young figure emerged from the darkness. The golden dragon that the Emperor Gaozu had transformed into became extremely solemn.

Emperor Gaozu had never met Ying Fusu, but he knew of him.

He didn't need to ask for a name; he was absolutely certain of the figure's identity.

"You're still alive! It seems those rumors were true; you all went into hiding!"

Emperor Gaozu murmured.

Those who steal the fate of a nation should be punished, but it is only natural for some people to seize the fate of the Great Han Dynasty, after all, the Great Han Dynasty was established by stepping on the Qin Dynasty.

But the Qin Dynasty was a thing of the past, and Emperor Gaozu would not allow such an era to return.

It doesn't matter what the rightful heir is; he wants to kill the rightful heir.

He had previously used six-tenths of his strength to summon the Red Empyrean Sword, but now he was using nine-tenths of his strength to consecrate the sword, attempting to kill with a single blow.

"I've heard that this Crown Prince Ying Fusu of Qin is stubborn and inflexible, and seeing him today confirms it. If he were even slightly more rational, he would have taken advantage of the time I need to perform the sword-consecration ritual from a distance and launched a swift attack to kill me before I finish..."

Emperor Gaozu's dragon body began to curl up, Red Empyrean Sword in the dragon's mouth shone brighter, with a wisp of red blood light beginning to emerge on the sword.

"By the mandate of Heaven and the grace of Earth, I humbly beseech Your Majesty to strike the Kui Dragon Bell to aid your son..."

As Emperor Gaozu offered a sword sacrifice, Ying Fusu, whose behavior was considered pedantic, gradually raised his voice.

Subtly, various strange phenomena began to emerge.

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.

In the far center of the imperial palace, a seated black figure sat like a mountain, staring intently at the Emperor Gaozu through countless spaces and distances.

"Buzz!"

As the Kuilong Bell of the Xianyang Palace resounded, Emperor Gaozu felt his sturdy dragon body and scales begin to tremble, and the scales fell like rain.

"You made a move! You actually managed to make a move!"

He muttered to himself, and subtly changed the direction of his sword strike.

Compared to the true emperors of Qin, Ying Fusu was undoubtedly a nobody, possessing only the title of Crown Prince of Qin.

The Emperor Qin devoted all his resources and education to Ying Fusu, but Ying Fusu was not as perfect or promising as he had imagined.

In Emperor Gaozu's mind, Ying Fusu was incapable of shouldering great responsibilities. The Emperor Qin would rather spend his energy on him than on teaching the ruthless Qin Er Shi, which might have been the best way to continue a truly great dynasty.

His evaluation of Ying Fusu was undoubtedly not high, and after truly realizing who the instigator was, Emperor Gaozu quickly abandoned this useless character.

He even needed the other party to continue the sacrificial rituals to guide him, so that he could lock onto the Emperor Qin.

The Emperor Qin was very, very far away, but he could sense him.

Whether the Red Empyrean Sword could kill the Emperor Qin is hard to say, but Emperor Gaozu couldn't care less; the risk to the other party made him draw his sword without any hesitation.

By showing kindness to someone who doesn't reciprocate, this might be his only chance in this lifetime.

"Father, save me! Father!"

After imitating Ying Fusu's prayer for help, Zhang Xuezhou saw the dragon scales of Emperor Gaozu's body fall off in a flurry, but the emperor remained standing firm.

This made Zhang Xuezhou feel completely unsafe.

He had no choice but to shout, disregarding his pride.

The vengeful Yama who once claimed lives has now become the one seeking help, and Zhang Xuezhou can no longer care about anything else.

He called out several times, and then felt a wisp of golden light with an iron-blue hue fall.

This was a golden aura of fortune completely different from that of the Great Han Dynasty; its texture seemed entirely different as well.

"Sword Offering!"

As Emperor Qin's shout rang out, Zhang Xuezhou reached out and grabbed his empty sleeve.

He's a fake; how could he possibly have a sword?

"The sword was taken by Zhu Jiuyin, and I haven't retrieved it yet!"

"Sword Offering!"

Zhang Xuezhou braced himself and continued to smear Qin Huang, but the Emperor Qin's shouts remained unabated.

This allowed him to quickly determine that the Emperor Qin was not referring to the Tai'a sword, but Zhang Xuezhou did not know any other ways of consecrating the sword, making it difficult to replicate the swordsmanship used by Ying Fusu.

His ability to imitate is unique; he can successfully mimic anything his opponent has ever used, except for instances where props are not used.

If he had the Tai'a sword in hand, Zhang Xuezhou felt he could wield the swordsmanship that Ying Fusu had displayed in battle, but in the present moment, that was unlikely.

He reached out and counted on his fingers several times, trying to imitate the movements, but he couldn't produce any swordsmanship.

"Oops!"

A low, urging voice called out.

"His sword is unique; only by killing him first can you avoid disaster. Be careful now!"

Zhang Xuezhou's performance was very disappointing, and Emperor Qin's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

In the strange phenomenon overhead, the palace of Xianyang gradually became clear, the bronze lampstands swayed, and the nine-zhang-tall figure of the emperor slowly rose from the nine-tiered jade steps.

The Tai'a sword, with its dragon-patterned hilt, slowly emerged from its sheath, pointing towards the Gaozu Emperor, who was continuously offering sacrifices to the sword within the dragon's mouth.

Those who steal a country deserve to die!

Previously, it was Emperor Gaozu who scolded Zhang Xuezhou for stealing the nation's fortune; now it was Emperor Qin's turn to rebuke him.

This may seem like a statement that occupies a moral high ground, but it has had a significant effect on warfare.

With a single shout, the Emperor Qin swung his Tai'a sword, causing a crack to appear on the massive dragon body of the Gaozu Emperor. Crackling sounds, like explosions, echoed across the dragon's body, making it sway precariously.

"Give me the neck!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted a curse and then made a gesture in response.

His condition even made the Emperor Qin somewhat annoyed.

The war effort covered an extremely long distance, spanning a vast space, but the location of the Emperor Qin was heavily fortified, circumventing all possible means of detection.

If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't been constantly pleading for help, even if the emperors of the Great Han Dynasty had launched magical rituals and sacrifices across various territories of the Southern Jambudvipa Continent to seek victory, it wouldn't have swayed him in the slightest.

Its power within this sealed-off area was extremely weak; even with Emperor Qin's full strength, he could not do anything to Emperor Gaozu.

As the sword shadow held in the dragon's mouth by Emperor Gaozu grew brighter and brighter, Emperor Qin, unable to count on his son's prowess in close combat, could only shout and throw out a seal from afar.

"By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous!"

When the eight large characters landed in this battle space, Zhang Xuezhou felt as if time itself had frozen.

"What a magnificent Eight Gates Golden Lock! This truly leaves one with nowhere to go, neither to heaven nor to earth! You've blocked my path home, so you shall taste my sword!"

When he regained his senses, Zhang Xuezhou saw that Emperor Gaozu's head was crooked and half of it was gone, and the four legs of the dragon's body had been neatly severed.

And the sword that Emperor Gaozu had been holding in his mouth was finally expelled.

"It's over!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt extremely anxious.

"Father, save me! Father!"

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed at Ying Fusu's life-saving skills, and then a blood-red sword light that blinded him filled the entire world he could see.

In this world, there is only endless crimson, and the decapitation of the target will inevitably be added to the bloodshed.

"I wonder if the Nine Revolutions Qi Integration Technique can save my wretched life!"

There was no way to avoid the Red Empyrean Sword, and Zhang Xuezhou had no ability to dodge it either.

As he endured the sword strike, all he could think of was the Nine Revolutions Qi Harmony Technique, hoping that this technique could also save the lives of the defeated warriors.

Before his fear and anticipation could subside, he felt the endless crimson light disappear above his head.

The sound of the strange phenomenon collapsing overhead suddenly came.

The illusory images of the palaces layer upon layer crumbled continuously, the nine-zhang-tall statue of the First Emperor tilted and fell, and countless civil and military officials chanted words of protection in unison before falling silent as if ice and snow were melting away.

"Uh-huh!"

A muffled groan of pain came from Emperor Qin, and Zhang Xuezhou felt as if the connection between them had been severed.

"Father! Father, save me!"

Zhang Xuezhou called out twice, only to find the area he sensed empty and devoid of the Emperor Qin's gaze.

Those who have lost their country need to accept reality, not dream of a comeback!

Emperor Gaozu transformed into a golden dragon, bowing his head.

He was satisfied with the result of this sword strike.

Although he couldn't be completely certain that he had killed the Emperor Qin, he believed that the Emperor Qin had suffered a great loss.

Just like the white dragon he suppressed, if the Emperor Qin were to be struck by this sword, he would inevitably fall into suppression, and his physical body might even collapse and his bones be left behind. If the drawbacks brought about by the passage of time were added on, his fate would be unpredictable.

After the large feces were removed, it was the small ones' turn.

With just one more swing of the Red Empyrean Sword, regardless of whether Ying Fusu is half-human, half-dragon, or a dragon-fish, he will surely be beheaded.

Emperor Gaozu kept repeating his desire to offer sacrifices to the Red Empyrean Sword once more.

But this time, his call went unanswered.

It was as if the Red Empyrean Sword had been emptied of everything after a single strike, and could never be picked up again.