Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

It was an ordinary-looking bronze sword, its blade covered with dark red spots, resembling dried blood.

But the moment he gripped the hilt of the sword.

The entire illusory sea of ​​blood suddenly boiled!

Countless phantom soldiers roared to the sky, their battle cries shaking the heavens!

The broken flag stuck on the mound of bones fluttered and rustled even without wind!

A great war is about to break out!

However, at this critical moment...

"Of course, it wasn't just Lord Wu'an."

An aged yet powerful voice came from afar.

The sound wasn't loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

With a peculiar rhythm, it seems to be expounding some undeniable truth.

Dong Zhongshu, Yuan Tiangang, and others' expressions changed drastically!

Sima Cuo and the others were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

He quickly looked toward the source of the sound.

On the western horizon, several figures were calmly walking through the air.

The three leaders:

On the far left is an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, who looks to be in his sixties.

But he was in high spirits, and his eyes shone with wisdom as he opened and closed them.

He was dressed in a simple black robe and held a seemingly ordinary bamboo cane in his hand.

He was none other than Shang Yang, the founder of the Qin Dynasty's reforms and a giant of the Legalist school!

The man in the middle, around forty years old, was as tall and imposing as a mountain.

Wearing a black royal robe embroidered with a black bird totem, he walked with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, exuding an imposing aura.

With each step he took, the void trembled.

It seemed as if it couldn't bear his weight.

He was none other than the previous ruler of the Qin Dynasty, the Golden Immortal who proved his Dao through martial arts—King Wu of Qin, Ying Dang!

On the far right is a woman who looks to be in her thirties.

Wearing a black and red phoenix robe and a nine-phoenix crown, she possessed an exquisite beauty and an innate majesty.

Wherever his phoenix eyes swept, they exuded an air of unassailable nobility and majesty.

It was none other than Empress Dowager Xuan of Qin, the legendary woman who held power for decades, Mi Yue!

Behind the three, four more figures followed:

Dressed in a purple robe, with a refined and scholarly appearance, yet his eyes gleamed with shrewdness and cunning, Qin Chancellor Lü Buwei was a man of great talent and cunning.

The guardian mage, shrouded in black robes, his face hidden in shadow, surrounded by mysterious starlight.

Donghuang Taiyi, leader of the Yin-Yang School.

A scholar in a blue robe, holding a staff, a strategist who can stir up the winds and clouds of the world with a few words.

Right Chancellor Zhang Yi.

The old man in gray robes, with a sinister expression and a glint of cold light in his eyes, was the strategist, the Left Chancellor Fan Ju.

Seven figures, seven golden immortals!

With Bai Qi already there, the eight Golden Immortal level experts of the Great Qin Dynasty gathered at Burial Dragon Plain!

"Greetings to the Empress Dowager! Greetings to King Wu! Greetings to the three prime ministers! Greetings to the Eastern Emperor!"

Sima Cuo and the others were so excited that their voices trembled, and they all knelt down to pay their respects.

Even Ying Zheng bowed deeply once again.

Mi Yue's phoenix eyes swept over the crowd, she nodded slightly, and then her gaze sharpened like a knife, piercing the eleven people opposite her.

The expressions on Dong Zhongshu and the others' faces were now extremely grave.

They stared intently at the seven figures, especially Shang Yang.

"Was all of this... a trap?"

Yuan Tiangang frowned and asked in a deep voice.

It's not a trap. There's no way these seven powerful figures who protect the Qin Dynasty could leave Xianyang City at the same time!

It should be noted that Xianyang was the capital of the Qin Dynasty, a place where fortune and destiny converged.

It is also the foundation of these Golden Immortal powerhouses.

Leaving the capital will more or less affect their strength.

Moreover, with all seven of them out, Xianyang is now completely undefended!

If at this moment, a powerful enemy from another country were to launch a surprise attack on Xianyang...

The Qin Dynasty has staked its entire destiny on this!

"A bunch of clowns, daring to plot against the future of my Great Qin and scheme against my Great Qin generals?"

Ying Dang's voice was as loud as a bell, and every step he took made the earth tremble.

Although he has abdicated, his martial prowess remains undiminished.

He was the most obsessed with martial arts among all the emperors of the Qin Dynasty, proving his Dao through battle and breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm.

"What a great Qin Dynasty," Zhang Juzheng said slowly, his face grave but showing no sign of panic.

"That's certainly bold. They actually dared to gamble with the lives of Ying Zheng and Bai Qi..."

"Our Great Qin is at its zenith, and its national fortune is prosperous."

Mi Yue's phoenix eyes widened, and an aura of majesty surged forth.

He was not much weaker than Ying Dang.

"A bunch of demons and monsters, today is your death day!"

"You want to kill us?"

Dong Zhongshu stared intently at Shang Yang, his voice calm.

Yet there was a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

"It all depends on whether you have the ability."

In Dong Zhongshu's view, among the eight people on the other side, the greatest threat was not the God of Slaughter Bai Qi.

It was neither King Wu of Han, Ying Dang, nor even Empress Dowager Mi Yue.

It was Shang Yang, who seemed quite ordinary.

This man was the foundation of the Qin Dynasty's strength and the master of the Legalist path.

Although he doesn't act often, every time he does, it means rewriting the rules.

It even means... the will of heaven and earth!

"Oh?" Shang Yang smiled slightly, tapping the ground lightly with his bamboo cane.

"You think...we can't kill you?"

Although both are at the Golden Immortal realm, there is a significant difference between them even within the same realm.

Sometimes the difference is greater than the difference in the level itself.

For example, among the nineteen Golden Immortals present, Shang Yang is universally recognized as the number one!

Even Bai Qi, who ranked over three hundredth on the Celestial Immortal Stele.

Even compared to Shang Yang, he was slightly inferior.

Because Shang Yang did not represent personal force, but the will of "law" and the embodiment of order!

Killing any one of the enemy's members might take some effort, but it wouldn't be too difficult for Shang Yang.

While they were outnumbered by eleven, their team was of higher quality.

If it really comes to a fight to the death, at least five or six of the eleven powerful warriors will have to be left behind!

"Of course you can't kill them."

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from the eastern horizon.

The smile on Shang Yang's face slowly faded.

Mi Yue, Ying Dang, Lü Buwei, and the others all focused their gazes on the source of the sound.

From the east, four figures were seen walking through the air.

The speed was not fast, but it carried a heavy sense of oppression, like four moving mountains.

The leader was a boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and was thin.

His complexion was sallow, as if he were malnourished.

But this very boy was holding a huge iron hammer in each hand, each one taller than himself!

The iron hammer is entirely black, with dark gold patterns flowing across its surface.

It exudes a chilling aura of destruction.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Bai Qi, his fighting spirit erupting like a volcano.

"You're Bai Qi? I challenge you to a fight!"

The greatest warrior of the Tang Dynasty, the reincarnation of the Golden-Winged Roc.

The peerless villain who once used his mortal body to strike down eighteen rebel kings and defeated Pei Yuanqing, the third-ranked hero in the land, with three blows.

Li Yuanba!

Beside him stood a disheveled Taoist priest, his beard and hair all white, his robe worn and tattered.

Holding a gourd of wine in his hand, he walked and drank, his eyes blurry with drunkenness.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that with each step he takes, a fleeting glimpse of a Tai Chi symbol appears beneath his feet.

It was none other than Chen Tuan, the reclusive Taoist master of the Song Dynasty, the Sleeping Immortal.

The third person was dressed in a Mongolian royal robe, with a rugged face and a fierce, wolf-like aura.

His eyes gleamed with bloodlust and greed.

Kublai Khan, grandson of Genghis Khan and the founding emperor of the Yuan Dynasty!

The last person was a scholar in a blue robe, holding a feather fan, with a thin face and eyes as deep as the starry sky.

Liu Bowen, a legendary strategist who was a founding father of the Ming Dynasty and whose brilliant strategies were comparable to those of Zhuge Liang!