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

"Anti-corpse...coating?"

Gai Nie's fingers, gripping the sword, turned slightly white, and his knuckles made a soft cracking sound from the excessive force. He didn't understand the strange-sounding word, but he understood the undisguised contempt in Su Ming's tone.

That is a trampling of the title "Sword Saint".

"very good."

Gai Nie took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The howling wind seemed to be forcibly paused by some invisible force. The fallen leaves in the square hung suspended in mid-air, and even the heavy breathing (exhaust sound) of the Black Iron Warriors in the distance seemed distant and indistinct.

A mysterious yet extremely sharp aura was being compressed and condensed wildly within Gai Nie's frail body.

Su Ming raised an eyebrow and stopped eating the melon seeds in his hand.

"Oh? Are they saving up for something big?"

Although he joked, his body betrayed him as he shrank further into the armchair, frantically tapping the system in his mind: "System, turn the power up to the maximum! Don't try to save electricity! This is the legendary Hundred-Step Flying Sword; if it crashes, we'll both be turned into hedgehogs!"

[Beep! Defense power has been increased to 100%. Energy shield switched to 'Absolute Defense' mode.]

Just as the system notification sound ended.

Gai Nie suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which were originally indifferent as water, had now turned into two bottomless pools of cold water, as if they could devour everything in the world.

"The common people are in dire straits, and the world is in chaos."

"Of all the schools of thought, only my school reigns supreme!"

With a deep chant, the Yuanhong Sword in Gai Nie's hand suddenly emitted a high-pitched dragon roar.

"Buzz—!!!"

White sword energy erupted from his body, condensing behind him into a ferocious white dragon phantom. The white dragon coiled and roared, emanating a terrifying pressure that caused the air to visibly distort.

"A single blade severes the throat, a flying sword flies a hundred paces!"

With a flick of his wrist, Gai Nie unleashed a powerful strike, a strike that risked the honor of the Sword Saint.

"go!"

The Abyss Rainbow Sword flew out of his hand!

At this moment, the sword is no longer a sword.

It transformed into a white lightning bolt that ripped through the sky, carrying an aura of destructive force, ignoring the distance of space and time, and heading straight for Su Ming's brow.

fast!

too fast!

It was so fast that even the retina couldn't capture its trajectory; all one could see was a blurry afterimage that instantly magnified in the pupil.

This was not merely a physical attack; it contained a terrifying sword intent capable of severing the spirit. If it were an ordinary person, their soul would likely have been devoured by this "white dragon" before the sword even arrived.

However, Su Ming simply yawned.

"Ah—whoosh."

He even had the leisure to raise his hand to cover his mouth to hide his yawn, his eyes full of boredom, as if to say, "That's it?"

"Sizzle—!!!"

Just as the white dragon was about to devour Su Ming's head, a dazzling light suddenly shone in the air.

It wasn't some divine intervention.

Instead, a pale blue light shield, composed of countless hexagonal light spots and resembling a honeycomb, appeared out of thin air three feet in front of Su Ming.

[Corpse Energy Field Generator - Honeycomb Form]

"boom!"

The Abyss Rainbow Sword slammed into the center of the light shield.

This collision was like a comet hitting the Earth.

A piercing friction sound exploded instantly, and the sparks that flew out were like a dazzling rain of fireworks, illuminating the entire square.

The white dragon formed from sword energy crashed into the light shield as if it had struck an insurmountable wall of sighs, letting out a mournful cry before collapsing with a deafening roar.

"This...this is impossible!"

On the rooftops in the distance, several spies from the six kingdoms who had been watching the battle were so frightened that they almost rolled off the tiles.

That's a Hundred-Step Flying Sword!

That's a legendary skill known as "a sure kill with every strike"!

Surprisingly... someone was sitting in a chair and blocked it without even moving a finger?

At this moment, Gai Nie's face was as pale as paper.

He remained in the stance of throwing his sword, staring intently ahead.

The Yuanhong Sword, ranked second in the sword manual, was hovering three inches in front of Su Ming. Due to its immense inertia, the blade was bent into a breathtaking arc, and the tip was spinning wildly, trying to drill through the seemingly thin membrane of light like a drill.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

Ripples spread across the surface of the light shield, like raindrops falling on a lake. Although the waves were undulating, there was no sign of it breaking.

"Is this your trump card?"

Through the light shield, Su Ming looked at the sharp sword so close to him, shook his head, and said in a tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"The power is decent, and the accuracy is good too."

"What a pity, it doesn't have armor penetration, it's all physical damage."

Su Ming extended a finger and gently touched the tip of the Yuanhong Sword through the light shield.

"Go back!"

[Anti-vibration system activated.]

"collapse!"

The light shield suddenly bounced outwards.

An even more terrifying recoil force than the previous sword strike erupted instantly.

The Yuanhong Sword, which had been bent to its limit, straightened instantly like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, and flew back at an even faster speed than it had come!

"Whoosh—"

Gai Nie's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his hand to catch it.

"Snapped!"

The sword hilt came into his hand, and the enormous impact propelled him backward for a good ten meters.

Those cloth-shoes carved two deep furrows into the bluestone slabs, only stopping when they crashed into the huge bronze cauldron behind them.

"puff--"

Gai Nie felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed, spraying onto his white clothes in a shocking sight.

lost.

They were utterly defeated.

His swordsmanship, which he was so proud of, was a joke in front of this evil Taoist priest; he couldn't even touch the hem of the other's clothes.

"What kind of sorcery are you using?"

Gai Nie leaned on his sword, barely managing to keep from falling. His voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of bewilderment after his worldview had collapsed.

"Dark magic?"

Su Ming removed the light shield, stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled robe, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.

"I've already said it, this is science."

"A high-energy particle shield, plus a solidified coating of corpse energy. Don't even mention if you bring a broken sword, even if you bring a battering ram, you'll have to obediently bounce it back."

Su Ming walked up to Gai Nie, looking down at the former sword saint with no murderous intent in his eyes, only an appreciation for a "high-class laborer".

"Gai Nie, times have changed."

"Your swordsmanship may be strong, but in the face of the Qin Dynasty's 'industrialized cultivation of immortality,' it's like a primitive man trying to smash a tank with a stone—it's hopeless."

Gai Nie gave a bitter laugh, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

He wanted to argue, but the facts were undeniable, and he had nothing to say.

Just then, a series of heavy and rapid footsteps came from behind the main hall.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

That was the sound of metal striking the ground, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Gai Nie suddenly looked up.

From the shadows of the main hall, a tall and imposing figure slowly emerged.

He wore a black dragon robe, his red hair was like fire, and his body exuded an aura of corpses and blood that was a hundred times more terrifying than Su Ming's.

Behind him followed a whole squad of mechanical zombies with glowing red eyes, wielding chainsaws and heavy crossbows. Their cold metallic texture and ferocious appearance made Gai Nie's heart sink to the bottom.

Ying Zheng.

The legendary First Emperor, who has since been transformed into a monster.

"Senior brother."

Ying Zheng walked to Su Ming's side, his green vertical pupils staring at Gai Nie. His voice was deep, with a metallic quality, yet it also conveyed a strange intimacy.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Ying Zheng grinned, revealing two gleaming white fangs, and wore a chillingly benevolent smile that sent shivers down Gai Nie's spine.

"I've recently expanded my recruitment, and I happen to need an instructor to teach these lumps of iron how to wield swords."

"I think you're perfect for this role."