A Son Draws Out His Father

Rong Tianding, who was near the Ding of Yuzhou, used Fire Technique to kill the terracotta warriors. Rong Tianding believed that this was an order from the Emperor Qin.

But the truth is that without the Emperor Qin issuing any command, these subordinates voluntarily offered themselves up to verify the claim.

As you descend the tunnel, a spacious underground secret space comes into view.

Unlike typical secluded sites with beautiful scenery, this place is dark and damp, and is filled with countless terracotta figures, horses, and chariots that are difficult to count in a short period of time.

This is not a burial ground for posthumous enjoyment, but rather a place resembling a preparation for a great battle, with numerous terracotta warriors fully equipped and ready to charge out at any moment.

Behind the terracotta warriors, dozens of bronze coffins were arranged like a court procession.

Nine dragons were carved on the central coffin. Liu Xuan knelt down, while Zhang Xuezhou's gaze was fixed on the coffin.

He took out the Tai-level Six Talismans and then shook them at the Nine Dragons Coffin.

There was no response from inside the heavy coffin, but a bronze box three meters away from the coffin suddenly made a 'click' sound.

When the box popped open automatically, a White Bone skull came into view, with two precious pearls, one blue and one red, placed beneath it.

"Take your son away!"

Zhang Xuezhou reached out and, with a sudden, unexpected gripping force, he managed to grab both the head and the precious pearl into his palm.

With a quick glance at his left hand, which was now shimmering with a faint glow, Zhang Xuezhou paid no attention to the small tricks set up on the White Bone skull. He raised the Tai-level Six Talismans with his right hand, indicating that he could take away the head of Qin Er Shi Hu Hai's body right now.

A sobbing sound immediately echoed from the Tai-level Six Symbols.

Zhang Xuezhou saw that the color of the Tai Jie Six Symbols suddenly turned pitch black, and the mournful roar of dragons could be heard from within.

Wisps of black energy began to coil around Zhang Xuezhou's arm, then continued to spread upwards along his arm.

"It's a real shame, he probably won't be able to take over my body!"

Looking at the arm shrouded in black energy, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

Using the Tai-rank Six Talismans requires a certain level of Fortune Technique. Jin Chang has possessed the Tai-rank Six Talismans for a long time, but lacks the ability to use this jade talisman.

Zhang Xuezhou activated the Tai-rank Six Talisman, but he used it for cultivation far too few times. As for the new emperor, he had controlled the Tai-rank Six Talisman for a long time and had used it for cultivation quite a bit, but this Tai-rank Six Talisman was not in the new emperor's hands at the moment.

If the Tai-level Six Talismans are used for an extended period, the severed black dragon's body sealed within this jade talisman may very well be revived by the user's physical form.

Due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, this Tai-rank sixth-level talisman changed hands repeatedly, and even now it has failed to have a sufficient impact.

Furthermore, Zhang Xuezhou did not rely on the Taijie Six Symbols to find the Emperor Qin's Mausoleum, but rather found it with the help of Ying Fusu. He had almost no interaction with Qin Er Shi Qin Er Shi, and was not misled or influenced by him.

Looking at Qin Er Shi wailing in front of the Emperor Qin's coffin, Zhang Xuezhou shook his head.

An elephant wouldn't care about an ant, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't care about the corrosive Incantation Technique released by Qin Er Shi.

Not only was Zhang Xuezhou well aware of the outcome, but Qin Er Shi was also well aware of it. He simply had no way out under the watchful eyes of the Emperor Qin, and even if it meant death, he had to crawl out to prove it.

This was the way things were done during the Great Qin Dynasty, and it reflected the long-standing prestige of the Emperor Qin. Apart from wailing, Qin Er Shi uttered no other words of pleading or refusal.

"I've returned it, and I've seen it all. Goodbye!"

Zhang Xuezhou waited quietly for Qin Er Shi to finish the spell, then shook his body. The black aura surrounding him seemed to float around him as if through a layer of oil.

Zhang Xuezhou cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the imperial coffin, then turned and strode towards the entrance.

The atmosphere was solemn and tense. Some of the terracotta warriors' eyes began to slowly move, while others turned their heads to look around.

"Father, save me!"

A low, mournful wail emanated from the black mist. There was no response from the imperial coffin, but darkness had already enveloped Zhang Xuezhou's vision.

His body continued to move forward, but what Zhang Xuezhou saw was no longer everything in the underground palace.

"Previously, they used half of Hu Hai's dragon body in the Fortune War; now, are they going to use his head to compete?"

Zhang Xuezhou stared ahead and saw a black dragon's head floating up and down a few steps away.

"Father, save me! I really can't beat him!"

The black dragon head let out mournful howls. Looking at Zhang Xuezhou's manifested dragon-fish Fortune Body, the black dragon head had no desire to attack. Instead, it kept calling for help.

"You unfilial son, you're making such a fuss just because your head was cut off. What kind of behavior is this?"

A familiar, muffled sound finally rang out, and a colossal, shadowy figure of an emperor appeared in the distant void.

"Father, Meng Tian, Feng Quji, and others completely disobey me. Zhang Han has betrayed us, the water god of the Jing River refuses to help me, and Yan Le has issued an edict forcing me to commit suicide and sealing me in a jade talisman!"

Do you think that governing a country only requires sitting on the throne and that everyone in the world must obey you?

The emperor, lurking in the shadows, uttered a low, reprimanding voice, clearly displeased with Qin Er Shi's argumentative words.

"You possess some intelligence and talent, yet you fail to realize that those who achieve great things cannot rely solely on schemes and tricks, but rather on genuine strength!"

The Emperor Qin did not criticize the shortcomings of others, but only targeted the Qin Er Shi, which caused the Black Dragon to lower his head and no longer utter a single word of rebuttal.

"Raise your head, fight for one last chance to revive, even if you die, die standing!"

Emperor Qin Huang pointed at the dragon-fish form that Zhang Xuezhou had transformed into, leaving Qin Er Shi with no way out. His headless form gradually rose up and then roared as it charged towards Zhang Xuezhou.

With a light leap, the dragon-fish that Zhang Xuezhou had transformed into revealed Luo Zhong's black dragon form amidst shimmering light.

Is this your trump card?

In the distant void, the Emperor Qin, detached from the Fortune War, murmured as he watched the black dragon charging repeatedly at Qin Er Shi.

For ordinary feudal lords, and even for Qin Er Shi, this black dragon of destiny was extremely powerful and an insurmountable mountain.

But for Emperor Qin, this was merely the level of an opponent he had previously slain, or even an opponent of slightly lower-middle rank.

This was indeed a Fortune Technique opponent whom the Emperor Qin could easily kill, but a trace of unease still lingered in Emperor Qin heart.

"Father, I really can't take it anymore, I'm about to be beaten to death!"

When the cries of agony from Qin Er Shi after being repeatedly beaten reached the ears of the Emperor Qin, he stirred slightly and then began chanting incantations.

A gap was torn open in the battlefield of Fortune Technique, and a giant claw reached out to grab the black dragon that was wreaking havoc on Qin Er Shi.

"Kill him, kill him! Once his Fortune Body is broken, I'll definitely have a chance to possess his body and then seize control. I never want to be a king again; I'll just live as an ordinary person from now on!"

Qin Er Shi howled as if he had suffered all kinds of injustice and endless torment, and at this moment he had no spirit left.

"The traitor!"

The Emperor Qin was so disappointed in his son that he couldn't help but let out a low, angry curse.

But in that instant, Emperor Qin's heart skipped a beat.

The captured black dragon's body shattered and turned into a wisp of black smoke. The previously shimmering golden dragonfish reappeared, then multiplied into two, and then into four.

Through continuous splitting and generation, an endless galaxy of dragonfish began to emerge, completely enveloping his body.