Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 481 I have Dragon Essence on my left and Phoenix Blood on my right, let's see how you die!
The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the sky darkened.

Xu Fu walked slowly forward alone.

Upon entering the Qin Palace, I glimpsed the halberd-wielding warriors on both sides and the twelve bronze statues standing in the distance.

He felt calm and peaceful, as if all the panic, terror, fear, reluctance, and hesitation he had felt when facing the First Emperor had been completely eradicated.

They became increasingly single-minded and increasingly pure in their own way.

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at the sky.

It was dark and without light, the nebula was still, there was neither wind nor human voice, it was terrifyingly silent, as if nothing existed at all.

Indra's eyes flickered, knowing that this was his Heart Lake.

This is because all people in the world experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; they have things they hate and things they love; they experience both warmth and coldness.

But he lived for so long that everything in his heart was erased.

It was as if nothing had ever existed.

The fear of the Qin palace from back then is gone, and the hatred for the Qin state has long since vanished.

Yes, he was a man from Qi, a man from Qi in the past.

But now?

Xu Fu felt his mind was clear and at peace, and he proudly declared, "I am no longer a man of Qi, nor a man of Qin, nor even a human being!" He laughed loudly, "I am a god!"

At this moment, he completely let go, letting go of the past and the bygone days.

He is the true God, and I am the dignified me.

Then, he looked up with a smile.

Then I saw the First Emperor.

Xu Fu's body stiffened.

Inside that magnificent, golden palace stood numerous civil and military officials, all gazing at it with cold, stern expressions.

The First Emperor sat high on his throne, his eyes indifferent, looking down at what lay ahead.

In that instant, Xu Fu unexpectedly calmed down.

Ah, it's still a young tyrant! He's still so arrogant, looking at me with such indifference.

It was as if they were looking at an ant.

In an instant, resentment welled up in his heart again. Why?!

How dare he look down on me, even though I have already become "Heaven" and the strongest being under Heaven!

Outrageous!

At this moment, he would rather the emperor respond with anger, hatred, or resentment than with such indifferent eyes and attitude.

This made Xu Fu feel that his two-thousand-year-old plan was nothing more than a pathetic act of a clown in the eyes of the First Emperor.

The First Emperor smiled faintly and said, "It's Xu Fu." He tilted his head. "Has he come all this way to pay homage to me?"

As soon as these words came out.

Xu Fu completely broke down, his heart filled with a long-lost yet deeply ingrained fear.

He almost instinctively knelt down, trembling as he said, "The sorcerer Xu Fu pays his respects."

He suddenly stopped there, his facial muscles twitching and his expression turning ferocious.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes as cold as ice, and laughed wildly, "Bah! I was afraid of you before I became immortal, and now that I'm immortal, I'm still afraid of you. Isn't this a waste of my immortality?"

"I am no longer the mere sorcerer I once was!"

"I am God!"

"The strongest god in the world!"

"You think you can trap me with these illusions?" Di Shitian suddenly stood up and shouted, "You will die, Ying Zheng!" He gathered the "Sacred Heart Technique," and boundless cold air instantly swept across the world, rushing straight towards the emperor in front of him.

puff!
The First Emperor vanished like a dream or a bubble.

"Hahaha! You're long dead, long dead!" Indra laughed wildly, his expression deranged.

But he had only laughed halfway through when he suddenly cried out, and a look of terror appeared on his face.

Although the First Emperor's figure had vanished, a figure shimmering with luminous moonlight suddenly appeared before him.

His white robes were as smooth as water, and his handsome appearance was astounding.

It is none other than Ren Shaoyang, the greatest swordsman of all time!

Ren Jianshen shook his head and chuckled, clicking his tongue: "With such a mindset, he's really wasted two thousand years of his life."

"You—!" Indra exclaimed in shock, "How did you end up in your own heart's lake?"

"All things in heaven and earth are in harmony, and the lake of the heart is no exception."

Ren Shaoyang's expression was indifferent and ruthless. "As long as we unify our rhythm, we can naturally enter your heart." He smiled casually, and the world suddenly brightened as if it were daytime. "And yours is too easy to enter."

Upon hearing this, Indra's expression froze.

When the madness that erupts from fear is suppressed, the fear will erupt tenfold or a hundredfold.

"Drink!"

Emperor Shitian struck first, extending two fingers together and unleashing countless sword energies.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head slightly and simply gestured with his hand.

"Useless trash!" Di Shitian suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet disappear. Looking down, he saw a bottomless abyss!

He was taken aback and wanted to stop.

But in the blink of an eye, he found himself trapped in an endless illusion: the State of Qi was destroyed, his mother and sister were killed, his father burned himself to death, corpses piled up like mountains and seas of blood, and starving people littered the ground.

The First Emperor's indifferent gaze, the tragic state of the country he founded being conquered.

The words of his lover, friends, subordinates, and rivals before their deaths flooded his heart like a tidal wave.

Overwhelmed by grief, despair, horror, and rage, Indra gradually lost himself in the situation, his eyes revealing a madness.

As light and shadow shift, the world is turned upside down.

Ren Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes, his expression clear and composed.

At this moment, the bright moon shimmered in the woods, and the lake, like a deep, clear mirror, reflected the dark shadows of the trees.

All around was quiet; the Ice Emperor had already been refined into a pill by the little beggar.

Luo Xian was nowhere to be seen. Ding An looked around, occasionally stroking his bald head.

Suddenly, Indra cried out, gesturing wildly and laughing hysterically. After a few laughs, he burst into tears.

His face was contorted so grotesquely that it revealed an extremely ferocious expression.

Ren Shaoyang looked at him quietly, his gaze shifting and sparkling.

Suddenly, Indra shouted, "Hmph!" and slapped the back of his head.

boom!
Indra was startled and suddenly broke free from the illusion. He took three steps forward, about to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, with a sharp sound, a crimson sword light flashed before their eyes.

The red light before Indra's eyes was like a ghost, and he felt dizzy. He dared not look anymore and quickly used the "Soaring to Immortality Steps" to retreat nearly a hundred feet in a flash.

Unexpectedly, this footwork, which was almost as fast as teleportation, still could not shake off the Sword God's pursuit.

Indra felt the sword light was like a shadow following him, always present.

Each time he teleported, he would crash straight into the sword tip, which startled him so much that he would quickly use his footwork to teleport again briefly, but the same thing happened repeatedly.

As time went on, a wondrous sight appeared.

Ren Shaoyang stood still, casually moving around a couple of times, or even thrusting out two swords. This forced Di Shitian into a sorry state, making him run around in a frantic, chaotic manner.

All of this infuriated Indra, who howled incessantly, yet remained utterly perplexed.

It turns out that although the "Step to Immortality" is fast, the movement trajectory, the flow of true energy, and the interaction with space still leave subtle "gaps".

This gap is like a blank space in a grand musical piece; it cannot be used or moved.

If you move it, it will disrupt the rhythm of the entire piece.

Of course, 99% of people in the world cannot find this "gap," so when Indra uses the "Step to Ascend to Immortality," he is always successful.

Unfortunately, the person he was facing at that moment was the most powerful "musician" in the world.

Ren Shaoyang not only easily captured these "gaps," but also used them to rewrite musical compositions.

The man in white casually thrust out a sword.

The air in that small space instantly froze, and Di Shitian was like a small insect caught in a net, forced to leave his body in a sorry state.

Upon seeing this, Indra immediately pounded his chest and shouted, "Heavenly Tribulation!"

Ren Shaoyang scoffed and pounded his chest, "The Heart-Sacrifice Style!"

Two soft "thumps" were heard, the air vibrated slightly, and then it was as if nothing had happened.

Indra's mind was shaken, his blood surged, and he was momentarily dazed.

"Damn!"

Ren Shaoyang's sword stance suddenly changed, and a sword fell on him like snowflakes.

With a flash of sword light, a long gash appeared on Di Shitian's chest, dripping with blood. Wisps of white smoke rose, followed by a pungent, burnt smell, a truly horrifying sight.

Fortunately, he was protected by phoenix blood, so although he was stabbed, he was only injured in the flesh. Even so, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Before Di Shitian could catch his breath, Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and thrust his longsword at him with the force of a storm.

As the sword tip approached his throat, Indra hurriedly fell backward, rolling on the ground. When he got up, his hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely pathetic.

Ren Shaoyang's sword strikes became increasingly turbulent and ethereal. In an instant, the wind and clouds became his sword, the heavens became his sword, and the nine earths became his sword!
He was full of vigor and ambition, commanding heaven and earth and driving all things. Wherever his sword intent passed, there was sword energy everywhere, and sharpness everywhere. He was a peerless sword in the world.

Indra fled frantically, retreating with incredible speed. He was filled with rage: "Damn it, this 'divine sword' that captures dragons is stained with dragon blood, yet it has shattered my indestructible body!"

As my mind raced, I felt a sharp pain in my back. With two "thuds," I realized I had been stabbed twice, leaving my clothes stained with blood!
Having narrowly escaped death, Indra screamed in alarm. Before he could think, the divine sword came again! Indra flailed his arms wildly, rolling around unpredictably, his body covered in mud and blood, looking extremely disheveled.

Suddenly, Indra swung his hand and shouted, "Catch!"

But what he threw was not a hidden weapon or a blade, but a person.

Luo Xian!

With an expressionless face, Luo Xian resembled a beautiful woman.

Sure enough, the sword light suddenly dissipated.

The white-robed figure appeared, and he wrapped his arm around Luo Xian's waist.

Emperor Shitian seized the opportunity, quickly stood up, and laughed loudly: "Ren Shaoyang, your sword is blessed with dragon blood and can break through my defense, but I also have dragon essence!"

As he spoke, he took out a brocade box from his bosom, opened it, and clutched the Dragon Essence in his hand, snarling, "With my Phoenix Blood and Dragon Essence in hand, let's see how you die!"

(End of this chapter)