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

In that instant, the world seemed to have been muted.

Yan Lu disappeared.

It's not the kind of afterimage created by speed, nor is it the kind of optical illusion that uses light refraction; it's something more advanced and mysterious—"non-existence."

He was standing right there, right in front of you.

But your eyes will ignore him, your ears will filter out his footsteps, and even your sixth sense will tell you: there is only air there.

This is the ultimate form of the Confucian "sitting in oblivion" mental cultivation method.

It cannot be seen or heard.

The Han Guang Sword is an invisible sword that kills without leaving a trace.

"That's interesting."

Su Ming stood still, without moving an inch.

He even had the leisure to raise his hand and slowly pull out a pair of exaggeratedly styled black-rimmed glasses with two infrared lenses from his sleeve, then steadily placed them on the bridge of his nose.

【Tactical Goggles - Enhanced Thermal Imaging Version】.

"Smack."

Su Ming pressed the start button on the side of the glasses frame.

"Buzz—"

The field of vision switched instantly.

The alchemy room, which was originally dark and filled with dust and the smell of blood, transformed into a cold, dark blue world in Su Ming's eyes.

Within this cold blue expanse, a fiery, purplish-red humanoid patch of light crouched low and stealthily approached him from three feet to his left at an extremely cunning angle.

The so-called "invisible sword," in the field of thermal imaging, emitted a bright heat radiation due to the infusion of internal energy, making it even more conspicuous than a torch at night.

"Tibetan?"

Su Ming's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked at the red figure who was still carefully adjusting his breathing as if he were a fool.

"Master Yan Lu, your 'sitting in oblivion' can indeed deceive people's five senses."

"But can you tell me how you're going to fool the infrared?"

"How are you going to hide your body temperature of 37 degrees Celsius and your heart rate soaring to 120 due to nervousness?"

Yan Lu, who was stealthily moving, suddenly froze.

A chilling feeling, as if he were being watched by a prehistoric behemoth, instantly pierced his spine.

He subconsciously looked up and met Su Ming's eyes, which were hidden behind goggles and gleaming with an eerie red light.

We've been discovered?!

How is that possible?

The Han Guang Sword is invisible and formless, and the Sitting Meditation Technique can even merge with heaven and earth and nature, so how could he possibly see it?

"Too late!"

Su Ming didn't make a move; he simply took a half-step back lazily and snapped his fingers at the air.

"My second uncle is 1.7 meters tall at the nine o'clock position, saw him down!"

"boom--!!!"

The moment Su Ming finished speaking.

Wei Zhuang, who had been watching the show from the sidelines and was already itching to get started, suddenly swung his Violent Chainsaw Sword.

The engine roared like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, its black steel serrations drawing a violent arc of death through the air.

There are no tricks involved.

Only pure, brute force and speed!

"clang!!!"

A piercing, teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound exploded.

Mars burst forth in the void like fireworks.

Yan Lu's "invisibility" was instantly broken.

He revealed himself, his face deathly pale, his hands gripping the once invisible Han Guang sword tightly, now bent into a breathtaking arc by the wildly spinning chainsaw.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The chainsaw did not stop.

The sharp serrations gripped tightly against the blade of the Han Guang sword, and the friction from their high-speed rotation caused the point of contact between the two swords to turn red instantly and even emit blue smoke.

"What...what kind of monster weapon is this?!"

Yan Lu felt an irresistible, strange force coming through the sword, shaking his internal organs to the point that they felt like they were shifting.

His proud strategy of "overcoming strength with softness" is a joke in front of this steel butcher that can only "buzz" and make noise!

In the face of absolute power, any technique is just fancy.

"Hmph, the second-in-command of the Confucian school, is that all the strength you've got?"

Wei Zhuang, sword in hand, white hair whipping wildly, eyes gleaming with a cat-and-mouse scorn, said, "You couldn't even handle me before I floored the accelerator?"

"Open it!"

Wei Zhuang's arm muscles bulged, and he pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

The chainsaw sword's rotation speed instantly soared to its limit!

"Bang!"

Yan Lu could no longer hold on, and was sent flying like a scarecrow hit by a catapult.

He slammed heavily against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The Han Guang sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, its light completely gone.

"Is this the Confucian ideal of Han Guang?"

Su Ming walked over, picked up the sword, and casually tossed it into the nearby scrap bin. "It's not that great, not even a single serration can be broken."

He walked up to Yan Lu and squatted down.

Through the thermal imaging glasses, he could clearly see the chaotic flow of true qi within Yan Lu's body, as well as the several meridians that had been broken due to the heavy blow.

"Mr. Yan Lu."

Su Ming reached out and pinched Yan Lu's chin, forcing him to raise his head. The face, half-hidden by goggles, looked particularly sinister in the shadows.

"Actually, I admire you more than Fu Nian."

"real."

Su Ming's voice carried a chilling fervor: "This ability to erase one's presence is simply the makings of a born assassin!"

"If we turn you into a zombie and implant 'optical camouflage' skin, combined with your meditation technique..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that would be the most perfect—[Ghost Assassin] in the world!"

"I've decided, your codename will be—'Hanguang Corpse King'!"

Looking at Su Ming's electronic eyes flashing red, and listening to the incomprehensible yet chilling words he uttered, Yan Lu felt a surge of despair for the first time.

This is hardly a discussion of the Way.

This is like entering a demon's slaughterhouse!

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated..."

Yan Lu gritted his teeth, wanting to sever his own meridians, but found that Wei Zhuang's chainsaw sword, still warm, had been gently placed on his shoulder.

"Want to die? Did you ask me?" Wei Zhuang sneered.

It’s over.

It's all over.

The two great leaders of Confucianism are about to be destroyed by this madman and turned into some kind of "corpse king"?

Just as Yan Lu closed his eyes, preparing to face that unknown and terrifying fate.

"Buzz—"

A clear, ethereal, and mysterious Daoist sound, seemingly not belonging to this mundane world, suddenly came from above the broken roof of the alchemy room.

The sound was extremely soft, yet it easily pierced through the roar of the chainsaw sword and through Su Ming's corpse energy field, resounding directly in the hearts of everyone present.

Followed by.

A vast, ethereal aura of boundless vitality descended from the sky like a celestial river flowing backwards!

The stench of death, blood, and engine oil in the alchemy room vanished instantly under the influence of this aura.

"Um?"

Su Ming frowned and suddenly looked up.

All that could be seen was a pale, round moon.

A petite figure was stepping into the void, holding a snow-white whisk, and slowly drifting down.

She looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with snow-white hair that danced lightly in the wind. Although her face was youthful, her indifferent eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude and arrogance, as if she regarded all living beings as mere straw dogs.

Taoist Tianzong, Master Xiaomeng!

She hovered in mid-air, looking down at Su Ming and Wei Zhuang like a goddess from the heavens looking down at ants on the ground.

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs."

Xiaomeng's voice was clear and ethereal. With a gentle wave of her whisk, an invisible, soft force instantly lifted Fu Nian and Yan Lu from the ground and carried them to safety.

"The Grand Preceptor of Qin?"

Her gaze swept around, finally settling on a cold, disdainful smirk playing on Su Ming's lips:

"What kind of skill is it to bully two old men who only know how to read books?"

"Your path is too dirty."