Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 202 Using the same trick again, a single sentence can influence the world.
Zhao Min's voice echoed in Jingnian Temple.

She felt a little ashamed, but inexplicably she also had an air of dominance over the world and contempt for all living beings. For a moment, she really shocked a lot of people. Basically, all those below the level of terrestrial immortals were shocked by her words.

After being stunned for more than ten breaths, Yan Kuangtu finally realized that he had been intimidated by a little girl. His face fell, and he immediately roared, "Holding the Heavenly Sword and the Jade Disc in your hands, you think you can be invincible in the world? Who do you think you are?"

“Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk does not believe either.”

Zhu Fajia smiled as he held up a flower, and his celestial body radiated brilliant golden light, resembling a golden Buddha. This was the first time he had unreservedly displayed the full power of the Ten Abodes Mahayana Technique.

For a moment, it was as if an Arhat had descended to earth.

"This old Taoist also wants to test whether the princess truly possesses the confidence to be invincible in the world." Ning Daoqi took a step forward, emanating an ethereal and otherworldly aura that subtly contained the Taoist principle of non-action, showcasing the extraordinary nature of the number one martial artist in the Sui Dynasty.

Song Que, the Heavenly Blade, remained silent, merely holding his Narcissus Blade and gazing indifferently at Zhao Min. The aura emanating from his blade had reached the pinnacle of being both lawless and lawful, a state of being both lawful and lawless.

One by one, the terrestrial deities no longer hid themselves.

This grand feast, a gluttonous celebration to divide the world and usher in the next millennium, is a battle where those who fight will feast, and those who don't will perish.

Whether for their own sake, for the future of martial arts, or for the forces and dynasties they each represent, the Heavenly Sword and the Jade Disc could not possibly disappear from their sight again.

Suddenly, a figure draped in a purple-gold kasaya, hands clasped together, exuding a chilling aura, stepped forward: "Amitabha, this humble monk has a question, may the princess enlighten this humble monk?"

Zhao Min raised her chin and asked with arrogance, "Who are you?"

“This humble monk is Di Xin, and I have been appointed as Elder Yan Huazong.” Venerable Di Xin replied with his hands clasped together.

"Emperor Heart Venerable, one of the Four Great Holy Monks?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Min's eyes flashed with surprise. After looking the other party up and down for a moment, she couldn't help but nod: "What do you want to ask? This princess will decide whether to answer or not depending on her mood."

"This humble monk wishes to ask, are the Heavenly Sword and the He Shi Bi truly related to the First Emperor's Mausoleum? This humble monk has spoken with the Venerable Monk Tianzeng, and before being forced into the Bronze Hall by Daoxin, these people were merely celestial beings. Why have they all now reached the realm of terrestrial immortals?"

These are questions that everyone wants to know.

"Big monk, you're not being honest!" Zhao Min scoffed, not dwelling on the issue of the Emperor's Heart Venerable, but instead frankly laughing, "What First Emperor's Mausoleum? This princess doesn't know. Pang Ban and the others being able to step into the Land Immortal Realm, perhaps it's because they have extraordinary talent?"

Upon hearing this, all the heroes in the world rolled their eyes.

No matter how gifted Pang Ban and the others are, it is impossible for them to simultaneously reach the realm of terrestrial immortals.

Moreover, when Zhao Min mentioned the imperial tomb, her eyes darted around, clearly hiding something. Did she really think they were all blind?

"Amitabha, thank you for telling me, benefactor." Venerable Dixin smiled with satisfaction, clearly having obtained the answer he wanted.

However, no one noticed the fleeting, sinister smile in the depths of Zhao Min's eyes.

“Your Excellency, I also have a question.”

“Amitabha, may I ask a question, benefactor?” Venerable Dixin looked at him in surprise, not understanding why.

"When Daoxin died just now, how many steps were you from me?"

Emperor Heart Venerable did not react for a moment, but still answered honestly: "This... about thirty-five steps."

"Thirty-five steps!"

Zhao Min sighed, a strange, cold smile suddenly appearing on her face: "But right now, Master, you are only thirty-two steps away from me."

What do you mean?
Emperor Heart Venerable, Yan Kuangtu, Zhu Fajia, Tian Seng, Ning Daoqi, Song Que and everyone else felt a sudden jolt in their hearts, and an extremely ominous premonition surged into their minds without warning.

"Damn it, retreat!!!" the Heavenly Monk roared, grabbing Master Zhihui, one of the four great holy monks beside him, and turning to escape, but his warning came too late.

Yan Kuangtu and the others reacted quickly, but they were still a step too late. "No!!"

A familiar, chilling scream of despair, accompanied by a terrifying energy surge, erupted like water compressed to its limit. The nearest terrestrial deities only had time to instinctively defend themselves before being engulfed by the earth-shattering blast.

"boom--!!!"

A burst of intense white light exploded, and the violent energy devoured the surrounding area for miles like a primordial beast.

The already dilapidated walls of Jingnian Temple collapsed, and figures coughed up blood and flew backward. Even the air was filled with terrifying energy aftershocks, sweeping in all directions like a hurricane.

"Really, they only remember the good times and not the bad ones."

Zhao Min sneered, pointed her finger, and used the same trick again. Pang Ban, Li Chimei, and the other four people rushed uncontrollably toward the place where the dust and smoke were billowing, covering a hundred feet in an instant, and then one after another, human-shaped bombs exploded.

This time, however, is different from when he was a Grandmaster of Celestial Phenomena.

After entering the realm of terrestrial immortals, the power of Pang Ban and the others' self-destruction increased several times over.

Small mushroom clouds rose freely within the Jingnian Temple, as if they were free. Zhao Min held up the He Shi Bi jade and the Heavenly Sword in her hands, and amidst the horrified gazes of the heroes of the world, she parted her cherry lips and uttered, "Soul, return!"

Immediately afterwards, under the incredulous gazes of Yan Kuangtu, Song Que, Zhu Fajia, Tian Seng, and others.

Pang Ban and the others, who had already self-destructed and died without a complete corpse, including Master Daoxin, seemed to have returned to normal as if time had reversed. Apart from being a little pale and their faces and eyes filled with fear and despair, their aura did not drop at all.

Seeing this scene, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

The Heavenly Sword is real!

The First Emperor's Mausoleum is real!!
"kill!!"

It is unclear who spoke, but as the voice rang out, the surrounding heroes, their minds consumed by greed, rushed headlong toward Zhao Min's location.

All eyes were fixed on the Heavenly Sword and the Jade Disc held aloft by Zhao Min.

A figure, like a phantom, pierced through the dust and smoke, and suddenly struck Zhao Min with a palm strike like a streak of light. But just as he thought he was about to strike, Zhao Min merely glanced at him coldly and said, "Kneel down!"

"Oh!"

Shi Zhixuan stared at Zhao Min with horror in his eyes.

He, a dignified immortal on earth, knelt down like a lamb to the slaughter in front of Zhao Min.

Zhao Min was also somewhat taken aback. She had only spoken up following Yan Yimei's instructions, and yet the Evil King Shi Zhixuan had obediently knelt down in front of her.
"The Heavenly Sword can bring people back to life. This power to command the world, could it be..." Shi Zhixuan looked at the He Shi Bi jade in Zhao Min's other hand, his eyes revealing boundless fervor and greed.

Not only Shi Zhixuan, but all the heroes in the world also naturally filled in the blanks about the problem in this scene.

It's impossible for them to believe that Zhao Min could suppress a terrestrial deity with a single command.

The only explanation is the He Shi Bi jade.

Or rather, the combined power of the Heavenly Sword and the Jade Disc.

Because kneeling before Zhao Min were not only the Evil King Shi Zhixuan, but also land immortals from all over the world who were trying to take advantage of the chaos, and various experts, such as Duan Siping, the founding emperor of Dali who had disappeared for more than a hundred years, the sweeping monk of the Shaolin Zen sect in the Northern Song Dynasty, and Murong Longcheng, who once had the reputation of being the best in the world, etc.

Without exception, all of these people, just like the Evil King Shi Zhixuan, knelt uncontrollably around Zhao Min.

They would never believe that Zhao Min was responsible for all of this.

(End of this chapter)