Old Hands All Excelled at Stalling Tactics

After using the power of Emperor Gaozu to cut off Emperor Qin's sword, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his entanglement with Emperor Qin was over.

But he noticed that the emperor from a hundred years ago seemed to be Yin Soul him, and he could be implicated if he was not careful.

The location of the Qingzhou Cauldron is also in Mount Tai, and the formation used to bury the Qingzhou Cauldron is also the Everlasting Mountain and River Formation, which is no different from the Yin-Yang Secret Land.

Zhang Xuezhou was somewhat slow to realize the situation of the Yin-Yang Secret Land. For the first time, he felt that the Everlasting Mountain and River Formation of this secret land was probably not created by the Yin-Yang School, but more likely constructed by the formation masters of the Great Qin Dynasty. Perhaps it was to house the Qingzhou Cauldron, or perhaps it was used to trap and kill Yin-Yang School cultivators, or perhaps there were other factors involved.

The Tai-level Six Talismans were perhaps seized by Yin-Yang School cultivators during a conflict, but they were unable to use them and ultimately passed down as heirlooms from generation to generation.

This also explains why the Six Symbols of the Tai Rank require the use of magic to activate, and why the Qingzhou Cauldron is placed in another area of Mount Tai.

"If the owner of the Tai-rank Six Talismans was the Emperor Qin, whose combat power was invincible in the previous dynasty, how could he...? Come to think of it, it's not surprising that the Yin-Yang School's Technique Method allowed them to steal the Tai-rank Six Talismans. Stealing the Emperor Qin's treasure simply requires being more careful and meticulous!"

Zhang Xuezhou figured many things out, and he had a rough idea of the origins and history of this secret place.

"With one wounded soldier fighting a cripple, His Emperor Jing is likely to lose this contest!"

Zhang Xuezhou was happy to see the two sides fight, but he wanted to see a mutually destructive battle, not a contest where both sides would be wiped out.

Emperor Jing's defeat had little impact on Zhang Xuezhou, but Emperor Qin's victory in the campaign was definitely not a good thing.

If the opponent uses Emperor Jing to heal the wounds inflicted by Emperor Gaozu, then that sword strike would essentially have been wasted.

"Unless His Majesty the Emperor Jing is able to use the Red Empyrean Sword in battle!"

The Red Empyrean Sword, which he had brought from Yangling, was now hanging at Zhang Xuezhou's waist.

Zhang Xuezhou drew the soft-boned sword, but the blade had no trace of divine weaponry, nor did it stand up straight.

"You hold this sword; perhaps His Majesty Emperor Jing will need it!"

Zhang Xuezhou handed the Red Empyrean Sword to Shi Wudao, who appeared somewhat uneasy, feeling a sense of impending doom churning within him.

"Who is this tyrant fighting with?" Shi Wudao asked.

"I think it might be Emperor Qin," Zhang Xuezhou guessed.

"You're saying that tyrant is still alive? This thing belongs to him?"

Shi Wudao was so shocked that he jumped, almost wanting to run away.

For an old-boned cultivator like Shi Wudao, the Emperor Qin was not just a symbol of an era; he had personally experienced the Emperor Qin's era and still retained the powerful concept of the Emperor Qin to this day.

Although Shi Wudao had stormed the imperial palace in Chang'an City, if the emperor in the palace were Emperor Qin, even if he had three times the courage, he would only be able to find a place to live in seclusion in frustration.

"Can't you be a little more ambitious?" Zhang Xuezhou complained.

"Then you can't scare me!" Shi Wudao shouted.

"You think you're scary when you look like that!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave Shi Wudao a disdainful look, which prompted Shi Wudao to shout "appearance attack," "personal attack," and "racial attack."

Zhang Xuezhou ignored Shi Wudao's mutterings. He glanced at the Red Empyrean Sword and then at the Tai-rank Six Talisman that was shimmering slightly.

After pondering for a few seconds, he finally clenched his right hand as well.

As the technique slowly circulated, Zhang Xuezhou felt darkness appear before his eyes, and a sense of opposition to the void quickly arose spontaneously.

In the dimly lit space of magic, the golden dragon that Emperor Jing had transformed into had a dull color and looked old and decrepit, but it still possessed considerable power.

On the opposite side of Emperor Jing was the afterimage of a headless black dragon, enveloped in a mass of black light.

"What happens?"

With a slight tremor, a phantom image of a dragonfish appeared.

The phantom flickered, and Zhang Xuezhou also asked a question to Emperor Jing's enormous golden dragon body.

"A mark of a body fragment forcibly preserved by a treasure after death!"

Emperor Jing lowered his head and, after a brief examination, gave a reply.

"He is far away, and his military strength is limited. He wants to defeat me, but he also wants his son's remains. He needs me to return the treasure, right? Ying Zheng?"

Emperor Jing looked up at the black light, his gaze piercing into the distance.

The prolonged stalemate in the contest of skills was not without reason. Emperor Jing was able to sense the risks carried by the black light, guess the identity of his opponent, and even know his thoughts.

"Your era has passed, why continue your relentless pursuit even in death?" The golden dragon that Emperor Jing had transformed into sighed, "No emperor can start anew after things have changed. You are now in your seventies, and even with elixirs to prolong your life, your lifespan is limited. There's no need for you to continue this fuss!"

"Ignorant!"

The black light responded with just two words.

It was clear that this was not the first time the two sides had communicated. Emperor Jing was no longer shocked, and the voice in the black light remained calm and unmoved by Emperor Jing's attempts to dissuade him.

"I do not wish to make an enemy of you, and you should not drag me into this," Emperor Jing said. "I have only come to investigate the secrets of the Yin-Yang School, and I do not wish for conflict, especially since both of us have already abdicated the throne, and our bodies are difficult to heal after being injured. Even if one side wins, it is hard to say what the gains and losses are!"

"You know what I'm thinking, but you won't fulfill my wishes, so I can't let you go!"

The voice within the black light gave a refusal.

This kind of rejection is a bit like knowing you're going to reject me, so I reject you in advance.

If Emperor Jing does not change his mind, the other side will use tactics to delay until one side submits.

It has to be said that this was a last resort, and it was a delaying tactic that Zhang Xuezhou had always wanted to use.

This method is shameless, but it's also very effective.

"I only need to completely obliterate your son's remains, and you will have no choice but to back down," Emperor Jing warned. "My willingness to yield does not mean I must yield!"

"If you obliterate Hu Hai's remains, you will be tainted by his curse, and my magic will surely find your location!"

From the shadows, Emperor Qin's voice was calm and unhurried as he briefly explained the consequences of their choices, leaving Emperor Jing somewhat helpless.

That's how it ends; now it's just a matter of who can endure longer!

In the subsequent negotiations, Emperor Jing had already presented everything again, clearly hoping that Zhang Xuezhou could intervene and help break the deadlock.

"Bring the Red Empyrean Sword and kill him!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and Emperor Jing pursed his lips.

If he could summon the Red Empyrean Sword, Emperor Jing felt he had a 60% chance of success.

However, whether it's due to the higher demands of the current military campaign or the new environment, he finds it difficult to wield the Red Empyrean Sword, even if he's willing to pay the price.

The Red Empyrean Sword was right beside him, but Emperor Jing couldn't use it at all.

How could he possibly get started, and how could he possibly withstand Emperor Qin's subsequent retaliation?

Not only was Emperor Qin frozen here, but Emperor Jing was frozen here as well.

"Let me tell you, that guy over there sounds unsteady on his feet, like he's been seriously injured. We're not afraid of him!"

Zhang Xuezhou is very easygoing.

Without a vast and prosperous land, the damage to one's body would indeed be difficult to heal.

The reason Zhang Xuezhou's physical body was still intact was simply because he was the victor, and each opponent was far stronger than him. This not only allowed him to recover from the injuries to his physical body after the battle, but also guided his evolution.

However, normally, if the two sides are evenly matched or win by a slight advantage, and there is a lack of continuous supply of energy to recover, the injuries from the trauma will remain.

Zhang Xuezhou knew that Emperor Qin had been struck by Emperor Gaozu's sword, and since not much time had passed, he estimated that Emperor Qin's magical state was not good.

At this point, he kept urging Emperor Jing to take the lead, hoping that the other party would act as the vanguard.