Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

Ying Zheng's seemingly casual remark struck everyone's heart like an invisible hammer.

To stave off hunger?

Everyone here is shrewd; they all understand what those two words mean.

This is about to be a vegetarian feast!

The few Zhao Gao henchmen in the corner were instantly terrified. One of them, who had a weaker mentality, felt a burning sensation in his crotch and a foul stench instantly filled the air.

"Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!"

"We were all misled by that treacherous eunuch Zhao Gao, which is why we disrespected the Imperial Preceptor!"

Several men scrambled to their feet, kowtowing and begging for mercy, banging their heads on the floor with loud thuds, as if they wanted to tear Zhao Gao apart on the spot.

Su Ming's eyelids twitched as he read it.

If Ying Zheng were to actually eat these ministers as snacks in the main hall, how could the court continue? Would they have to draw lots every day to decide who would be the "imperial meal"?

No!

This trend absolutely cannot be allowed to continue!

"Ahem! Your Majesty!"

Su Ming steeled himself and stepped forward, standing between Ying Zheng and the unfortunate group. He said solemnly, "You are now the 'Corpse-Dissolving Immortal,' having transcended the mortal realm. The flesh and blood of mortals are filthy and full of impurities; consuming them would likely defile your immortal body!"

"Oh?" Ying Zheng tilted his head, a hint of amusement flashing in his bright green vertical pupils. "Then, in your opinion, what should I eat?"

"Of course, it's about eating... uh, eating spiritual energy!"

Su Min started making things up on the spot, "Drinking the wind and dew, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon! That's the style of an immortal! As for these mortals, killing them would be too wasteful, so it's better to..."

Before Su Ming could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred!

Zhao Gao, who had been slumped on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly flashed a vicious light in his eyes. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being on Ying Zheng, he secretly winked at a few trusted imperial guards closest to him and made a "chop" gesture with his finger.

He bet that Ying Zheng had just "resurrected," and that his body was still uncoordinated and his mind was not clear!

This is his last chance!

As long as this monster emperor is killed and the sorcerer Su Ming is killed, he can still use that "edict" to help Hu Hai ascend the throne!

Those imperial guards were also driven to a dead end. They exchanged a glance and suddenly sprang into action!

"Possessed by a demon! Murdered the late emperor! We will avenge His Majesty!"

Zhao Gao roared fiercely, finding himself a plausible excuse.

Four bronze swords, whistling through the air, slashed fiercely at Ying Zheng's back, neck, and legs from four tricky angles!

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Li Si exclaimed in alarm.

Su Ming also suffered a sudden cardiac arrest, cursing Zhao Gao, that old scoundrel, for really knowing how to pick his timing!

However, Ying Zheng didn't even turn his head.

He didn't even adopt a defensive stance; he just stood there quietly, as if the four deadly swords behind him were nothing more than a few toothpicks.

"Clang! Clang clang clang!"

A series of teeth-grinding metallic clangs rang out.

The sharp blade, capable of cleaving through iron armor, struck Ying Zheng's red-haired skin, yet it didn't even leave a white mark. Instead, it was as if it had struck ancient black iron, causing the blade to instantly curl and shatter!

"Wh...what?!"

The tiger's mouths of the imperial guards were shattered, blood streaming down their faces, their expressions filled with disbelief and terror.

The defense is unbreakable!

It can't even break the skin!

"Is that all you've got?"

Ying Zheng slowly turned around. There was no anger in his green vertical pupils, only a coldness and mockery like a cat playing with a mouse.

"You dare to draw your sword in front of me?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

It's not just fast, it's truly disappearing!

The next second, he appeared in front of Zhao Gao like a ghost.

"you……"

The viciousness on Zhao Gao's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless fear. He tried to back away, but found his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't move at all.

A large hand covered in red hair, with nails like knives, effortlessly gripped his throat like an iron clamp, lifting him into the air.

"Cluck...cluck..."

Zhao Gao thrashed about in the air, his hands gripping Ying Zheng's wrists tightly, but he couldn't budge them an inch. The feeling of suffocation made his face quickly turn a deep purplish-red.

"What I hate most is betrayal."

Ying Zheng brought Zhao Gao before him, his green eyes staring intently at him, his voice like a demonic whisper from the deepest hell, "You just... wanted me dead, didn't you?"

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...please forgive me..."

Zhao Gao hadn't even uttered the word "fate" yet.

Ying Zheng had already opened his mouth, revealing his two gleaming white fangs. Without the slightest hesitation, he bit down hard on Zhao Gao's fat neck!

"Pfft!"

The sound of sharp teeth piercing flesh echoed clearly in the deathly silent hall.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the bloody and horrific scene, not daring to even breathe.

Zhao Gao's body shriveled up at a visible speed, like a punctured balloon. His once plump body turned into a skin and bones mummy in just a few seconds.

Ying Zheng's originally ashen face flushed an unnatural red after drinking the blood, and the green light in his eyes became even brighter.

"belch……"

Ying Zheng let out a burp and casually tossed Zhao Gao's dried corpse onto the ground like trash.

"Clatter".

The dried corpse fell to the ground, shattering into pieces and turning into a pile of bone fragments.

This powerful official, who held immense influence over the court and could even influence the succession of the Qin emperor, ended his sinful life in the most humiliating and terrifying way.

Inside the main hall, you could hear a pin drop.

All that remained were Ying Zheng's heavy breathing and the crunching sound of him chewing his flesh and bones.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his green vertical pupils sweeping over the terrified civil and military officials before finally settling on Su Ming.

"The taste... is very good."

Ying Zheng's voice seemed much smoother, no longer so hoarse. He looked at Su Ming, a satisfied smile appearing on his face, though the smile, paired with his fangs, looked particularly ferocious.

"Issue the order to exterminate Zhao Gao's entire clan. All his associates shall be torn apart by chariots as a warning to others."

The cold, ruthless order was given, and no one dared to object.

After dealing with all of this, Ying Zheng seemed to be in a much better mood. He walked up to Su Ming and patted him on the shoulder.

The force of that hand was terrifying; it made Su Ming stagger and almost kneel down.

"Minister Su, you have done very well."

Ying Zheng's voice carried an undisguised admiration. "Now, I have achieved immortality. Next, let's talk about... my Great Qin."

"My million elite soldiers, my civil and military officials, my vast empire..."

Ying Zheng surveyed the hall, his green eyes blazing with an unprecedented ambition and madness, his voice booming like thunder:

"I'm thinking, since I can 'ascend,' can my Great Qin also...ascend along with me?"

"What do you say, Minister Su?"