Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

All living things within a thousand miles, whether birds, beasts, insects, or ants, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.

That was absolute suppression on a life level, the fear of an ant facing a dragon.

Sima Cuo's face was deathly pale, and the veins on his hand gripping the knife bulged.

Behind him, more than twenty Qin guards were all bleeding from the corners of their mouths and unsteady on their feet.

If these knights were not all battle-hardened veterans with unwavering resolve, they would have been easily defeated.

He was already limp on the ground.

Inside the carriage, however, Ying Zheng remained seated cross-legged.

He even lifted the carriage curtain and calmly looked at the eleven figures.

His gaze swept over them one by one, finally settling on Dong Zhongshu.

"No wonder he's the future 'First Emperor of Qin'!"

Dong Zhongshu felt that gaze, nodded slightly, and spoke with admiration.

"Even if Mount Tai collapses before you, your expression will not change; even if a deer runs past on your left, your eyes will not blink."

Such a mindset is truly rare.

"Indeed extraordinary," Lin Lingsu stroked his long beard, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

"It's just a pity..."

What a pity?

It's a pity that such a person is about to perish here today.

Unfortunately, the Qin Dynasty's century-long national destiny was about to be shattered here.

Unfortunately, this young man who stirred up the world could not escape death in the end.

The eleven men's gazes lingered on Ying Zheng for only a moment before turning in another direction.

Their gazes shifted from scrutiny, admiration, and regret to utter solemnity in an instant!

It was as if more than one person was lurking there.

Instead, it was a primordial ferocious beast capable of devouring heaven and earth.

"Bai Qi," Lord Pingyuan Zhao Sheng said, his eyes narrowing slightly, his voice like an ice blade scraping against iron.

Every word is imbued with deep-seated hatred.

Aren't you going to show yourself?

In the Battle of Changping, 400,000 Zhao soldiers were massacred.

That was a permanent pain for the State of Zhao, a wound in Zhao Sheng's heart that would never heal.

If I can kill Bai Qi today, I will have no regrets even if I die.

The moment the words left his mouth.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled.

It didn't break, but rather "spread" out as a ripple.

It's like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread outwards.

A figure suddenly "emerged" from nothingness.

He wore the most ordinary white armor, without any decorations.

He was as unassuming as an ordinary soldier.

Her hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, revealing a face that looked to be around forty years old and expressionless.

He was neither handsome nor ugly.

His facial features were unremarkable, and his skin was a bronze color from years of battle.

Only his eyes were deep as a cold pool, still as stagnant water, without the slightest ripple.

It was as if all the joys and sorrows, life and death, honor and disgrace of the world were in his eyes.

They are all just fleeting moments.

But it was this seemingly ordinary person who appeared the moment he did.

Heaven and earth were deathly silent!

It's not the disappearance of sound, but the freezing of "vitality".

On the Burial Dragon Plain, the wind that had been howling stopped.

The swirling dust seemed to freeze in mid-air; the birds and beasts crouching in the distance ceased even their trembling, as if transformed into sculptures.

Even more terrifying, everyone's vision was stained with a faint layer of blood.

That's not a real color, but an "image" that directly affects perception.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piles of white bones, wailing of wronged souls, and murderous intent soaring to the heavens!

Ranked 379th on the Celestial Immortal Stele!

What does this ranking mean?

This means that among the billions of human immortals in all the heavens and myriad worlds, he is one of the very few standing at the very top!

This means that his combat power has long surpassed the realm of celestial beings.

He has touched the threshold of the Golden Immortal realm and even possesses the power to threaten those who have just entered the Golden Immortal realm!

Moreover, his reputation as the "God of Slaughter" was not earned through his cultivation level.

It wasn't achieved through the blessing of the nation's fortune.

Instead, it was through brutal wars, the corpses of countless powerful warriors, and the wailing of billions of lives.

It was built up little by little!

There was not a trace of falsehood, nor a hint of luck.

The eleven golden immortals all simultaneously turned extremely serious.

Even if they are of a higher level, even if they have more people and more power.

But when facing this "god of death," there is still an instinctive tremor in my heart.

That is the fear of prey facing its natural enemy, and the trembling of mortals when facing death.

"Greetings to Lord Wu'an!"

Sima Cuo and the others suppressed their excitement and fear, knelt on one knee, their voices trembling.

Ying Zheng also stood up and bowed deeply in Bai Qi's direction.

Bai Qi didn't look at them.

His gaze, like a cold blade, slowly swept over Dong Zhongshu, Yuan Tiangang, and Lin Lingsu...

The gaze swept over Tian Wen, Zhao Sheng, Wei Wuji... and finally settled on Han Fei.

"The whole group of people came."

He spoke, his voice calm and even, yet it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Amitabha." The Red Venerable Dharma King clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light around him became even more intense.

They tried to dispel the invisible killing intent.

"Benefactor Bai has committed too many killings and is now burdened with karmic obstacles. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless; turn back and you will find the shore."

"Why not lay down your butcher's knife, return with this old monk to the Great Yuan Dynasty, wash away your sins with Buddhist teachings, and ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss as soon as possible?"

His voice was peaceful, filled with compassion for all humanity.

But the remaining ten, especially Yuan Tiangang and Lin Lingsu, were two highly skilled Taoist masters.

A barely perceptible hint of disgust flashed in their eyes.

Buddhism teaches that salvation is based on the principles of cause and effect and reincarnation.

However, what the Bhrikuti said at this moment, though seemingly compassionate, actually harbored malicious intentions.

If Bai Qi truly believed in Buddhism, he would shed his murderous aura.

How is he any different from a cripple?

The Qin Dynasty has lost another pillar!

"You mere barbarians, how dare you presume to offer me salvation?"

Bai Qi glanced at the Crimson Venerable Dharma King, his tone flat yet carrying undisguised contempt.

"act recklessly."

"You!!!" The Crimson Venerable Dharma King's face darkened, and his Buddha-light rippled.

"Since you're here," Bai Qi said, no longer looking at him, his gaze sweeping over the eleven people again, each word distinct and deliberate.

The sound was like the collision of ancient, frozen ice.

"Don't leave."

"boom!!"

The moment the words fell, an overwhelming killing intent erupted like a volcano!

Behind Bai Qi, an endless sea of ​​blood phantoms suddenly unfolded!

Amidst the sea of ​​blood, countless blurry-faced phantoms of soldiers clad in Qin armor roared.

Severed limbs floated on the water, and tattered battle flags fluttered in the wind!

Even more terrifying, deep within the sea of ​​blood, a mound of bones could be vaguely seen.

A broken banner with the character "Zhao" is stuck on the top of the temple!

That is the mark of the Battle of Changping, the resentment of 400,000 Zhao soldiers.

This is also the foundation of Bai Qi's reputation as the "God of Slaughter"!

"What a joke!" Han Fei sneered, unfolding the bamboo slips of "Han Feizi" in his hand with a clatter.

Countless golden characters flew out, transforming into chains of laws.

Spanning the entire sky!

"You think you can stop all eleven of us by yourself?"

The other ten people also activated their magical powers at the same time.

Behind Dong Zhongshu, the phantom images of sages chanted scriptures in unison, transforming into golden sound waves.

Eleven Golden Immortals joined forces to exert pressure!

Above the Burial Dragon Plain, the space itself seemed to groan under the unbearable weight of the pressure.

Black cracks appeared.

The earth was cracked, and bottomless ravines stretched for thousands of miles.

If this place hadn't been so desolate, the aftershocks of that collision would have been enough to destroy several cities!

Bai Qi's expression remained unchanged; he simply gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.