Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

"Li Yuanba, Chen Tuan, Kublai Khan, Liu Bowen..."

Shang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly read out the four names.

"Hahaha!" Kublai Khan laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the land.

"I've long heard of Lord Shang, the God of Slaughter; meeting him today, he truly is extraordinary!"

"You—are Bai Qi!" Li Yuanba ignored everyone else, his eyes only on that white figure.

"I want to fight you! Let's fight now!"

the reason is simple.

Before Li Yuanba broke through to the Golden Immortal realm, he was already ranked ninety-seventh on the Heavenly Immortal Stele!

Shocking the world!

Now that he has broken through to the Golden Immortal realm, his strength has skyrocketed, and he is widely recognized as one of the strongest Golden Immortals in the Warring States period.

His combat power is approaching that of a Golden Immortal at the second level!

He was warlike throughout his life, yet he rarely met his match.

Although Bai Qi's ranking on the Celestial Immortal Stele is not as high as his, his fearsome reputation as the "God of Slaughter" shakes the heavens.

Li Yuanba had long wanted to fight him!

Shang Yang, Mi Yue, Ying Dang, and the others all wore extremely solemn expressions.

Their gazes were mostly fixed on Li Yuanba.

This child is a variable.

"What a brilliant plan to turn the tables," Shang Yang said calmly, but his tone had taken on a cold edge.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"Does Lord Shang have any other plans?"

Liu Bowen gently waved his feather fan, his smile gentle, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"If it weren't for... you would all be perishing here today."

The eleven Golden Immortals, plus Li Yuanba and the other three, make a total of fifteen Golden Immortals!

On the Qin side, there were only eight people.

Fifteen to eight, almost double the difference!

Even though the eight Qin soldiers were of higher quality, they still had an absolute numerical advantage.

There is absolutely no chance of winning!

"What a pity."

Shang Yang shook his head and sighed softly.

Then, he took something out of his sleeve.

It was a model ship, no bigger than the palm of your hand, its entire body as clear and lustrous as jade.

The ship's hull was covered with mysterious runes, and faint spatial fluctuations emanated from it.

"Not good!" Liu Bowen's pupils shrank sharply. "It's a spatial treasure! Kill!"

With a wave of his feather fan, thousands of azure wind blades poured down like a torrential rain!

Almost simultaneously, Li Yuanba unleashed his twin hammers, sending two mountain-like hammer shadows crashing down!

Chen Tuan opened his drunken eyes and the Tai Chi diagram sealed off the void!

Kublai Khan drew his wolf-blade, its blade flashing and tearing through the sky!

Dong Zhongshu, Yuan Tiangang, Lin Lingsu, and eleven others also made their move at the same time!

Fifteen Golden Immortals joined forces for one strike!

In that instant, the sky above the Burial Dragon Plain was engulfed by endless light.

Sword light, blade aura, thunder, Buddha's light, runes, chains of law...

Fifteen different forces converged into a destructive torrent, leaving its mark wherever it went.

Space cracked inch by inch, revealing the dark void turbulence behind it!

This strike is enough to wipe the entire surrounding area off the map!

But it was still a step too late.

Shang Yang had already infused the jade boat with his magical power.

"Buzz—!"

The jade boat swelled in the wind and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a giant ship a hundred feet long and crystal clear!

The runes on the ship's hull shone brightly, forming a transparent light shield.

It encompassed all eight Qin men, Sima Cuo and his party, as well as Ying Zheng inside the carriage!

"Break it!" Li Yuanba roared, smashing his twin hammers wildly against the light barrier.

"Boom boom boom!"

The hammer's shadow struck the light shield, unleashing a deafening roar.

The light shield trembled violently, and cracks appeared, but it never broke.

"Space jump, initiate!"

Shang Yang stood at the bow of the boat, slamming his bamboo staff down heavily.

"Snap—!"

The void surrounding the jade boat shattered like a mirror!

The giant ship transformed into a streak of light, disappeared into the void rift, and vanished.

Fifteen terrifying attacks blasted into the air, creating a massive crater thousands of feet deep and hundreds of miles in circumference in the Burial Dragon Plain.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Liu Bowen and the others stood in mid-air, their faces ashen.

"Chase!" Li Yuanba roared, about to tear through space to catch up.

"We can't catch up." Chen Tuan shook his head, took a sip of wine, and said, "That ship... is the 'Void Ferry'."

Once activated, it can traverse millions of miles in an instant, and its trajectory is difficult to trace.

Liu Bowen gazed at the western horizon, his feather fan waving gently, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"The Qin Dynasty... indeed had a backup plan. However..."

A cold smile crept across his lips: "This game is not over yet."

after that.

As Liu Bowen gritted his teeth, amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, he took something out of his sleeve.

It was also a small boat, about the same size as the "Void Crossing" in Shang Yang's possession.

The ship is entirely bluish-gray, and its hull is covered with densely packed ancient runes.

It was just different from Shang Yang's crystal-clear jade boat.

The surface of this small, bluish-gray boat is covered with fine cracks.

Several key areas even showed signs of repair, indicating that the damage was quite severe.

"Everyone, give chase!"

Liu Bowen gave a cold shout and poured his magic power into the small boat.

"Buzz!"

The small, gray-blue boat also swelled in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into an ancient warship, hundreds of feet long, with a bronze sheen flowing throughout.

Although the ship was damaged, it exuded an aura of vicissitude and war.

It was far more potent than Shang Yang's jade boat.

It resembles a weapon that sailed out of an ancient battlefield.

Every crack bears witness to mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Fifteen figures stepped into the warship without hesitation.

The runes on the ship's hull lit up one after another, emitting an unstable glow.

"Mr. Liu," Yuan Tiangang frowned slightly, looking at the flickering runes on the ship's hull.

"Can this ship...hold up?"

Liu Bowen's expression was solemn:

"To be honest, this is the wreckage of the ancient 'Sun Chasing Boat'."

I found it in a ruin, but even after restoration, it has only recovered about 30-40% of its power.

Short-range pursuit is manageable, but for long-distance escape... that's probably not an option.

"Then go as fast as you can!" Kublai Khan's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"As long as we can catch up with the Qin people and kill Bai Qi and Ying Zheng, even if this ship is destroyed, it will be worth it!"

"Indeed," Lord Pingyuan, Zhao Sheng, said in a deep voice.

"If this ship is damaged, all costs required for its repair will be borne jointly by our eleven nations."

The others nodded in agreement.

Liu Bowen no longer hesitated, formed a hand seal, and began chanting incantations.

"Chasing the stars, a thousand miles in a single breath, let's begin!"

"boom!"

The gray warship shuddered suddenly, and a blinding light burst forth from the cracks in its hull!

The repairs began to crumble rapidly, and the entire ship was destroyed at a rate that was almost self-destructive.

It transformed into a bronze meteor, tearing through the sky.

They chased after Shang Yang and the others frantically in the direction they had fled!

The speed was astonishing!

It's even faster than Shang Yang's "Void Crossing"!

But everyone can see it.

The cracks in the hull are expanding and spreading at a visible rate.

Debris even began to peel off from the stern.

It turned into specks of light and dissipated into the void.

This extreme speed was achieved at the cost of the ship's complete destruction.

Ahead, inside the crystal-clear jade boat.

Shang Yang stood at the bow of the boat, holding a bamboo staff.

His gaze remained calm as he watched the outline of the Qingyun Mountains draw ever closer.

Those seven towering peaks, piercing the clouds like the fingers of an immortal reaching straight into the sky, are already in sight.

Mi Yue, Ying Dang, Bai Qi, Lü Buwei, and others stood on either side, their expressions equally calm.

Only Sima Cuo, and the twenty-odd Qin guards behind him.

My heart was burning with anxiety.

They could feel the terrifying aura getting closer and closer from behind.

That was the killing intent of fifteen Golden Immortals, like fifteen volcanoes about to erupt.