Primordial Era: Demon Clan Massacre? I Summon Qin Shi Huang

boom!

A black dragon shadow rose into the sky from behind Li Shimin, letting out a roar that shook all living beings.

Clad in a black dragon imperial robe, wearing a twelve-tasseled crown, and holding the Imperial Seal, Ying Zheng took a step into the air and stood directly in front of Li Shimin and all the Xuanjia soldiers.

The wind howled, making his imperial robes flutter loudly.

He looked up at the Demon Master's Palace that had descended from the sky like a doomsday judgment, his eyes showing no fear, but rather burning with fierce fighting spirit.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a wild beast that was about to be tamed.

"So what if it's a quasi-saintly magic weapon?"

"I am the Emperor, ruling over the nine provinces and suppressing the four seas!"

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are subjects of the king!"

"Today, I will see whether your Demon Master Palace is stronger, or my Great Wall is stronger!"

"The Great Wall, rise!!!"

With a roar, Ying Zheng flung the Imperial Seal of the State into the air.

Om-! !

The Imperial Seal of the State swelled in the wind and transformed into a majestic sacred mountain, radiating waves that suppressed all fortune.

at the same time.

hold head high--!!!

A sound that shook the primordial world even more resounded, as if a dragon's roar came from the depths of the earth.

The golden Great Wall phantom that had been guarding the ancestral land of the human race, which had been somewhat illusory, seemed to come alive at this moment.

Boundless human fortune, combined with the earth's deep-seated dragon energy, converged wildly.

The Great Wall, which was originally illusory, instantly solidified and transformed into a giant earthen-yellow dragon that stretched for thousands of miles!

This giant dragon is covered in hard scales made of city bricks, and each scale is engraved with the indomitable will of the ancestors of humankind.

The beacon tower above its head, transformed into the majestic dragon horns, exudes an aura of profound weight, vicissitudes, and indestructibility.

This is the backbone of the human race!

It is the last line of defense for protecting civilization!

"roar!"

The earthen-yellow Great Wall dragon roared and soared into the sky, its massive body crashing fiercely into the falling Demon Master Palace with an indomitable momentum.

A clash of titans!

Rumble!!!

A deafening roar echoed for millions of miles around.

The terrifying impact generated a shockwave visible to the naked eye, sweeping outwards and instantly turning tens of thousands of unfortunate demon soldiers in the vicinity into dust, without even allowing them to scream.

Even the solid primordial void was shaken open with dark cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

All I could see was the sky above.

The earthen-yellow Great Wall dragon, though being suppressed by the Demon Master's Palace, was retreating step by step, its scales shattered, and golden dragon blood (luck) splattered.

It let out painful cries, its body contorted as if bearing unimaginable pressure.

But it stubbornly used its back to stop the Demon Master Palace from falling!

Like a pillar supporting the sky, it single-handedly held up the entire sky!

Even if it means being shattered to pieces, we will not back down an inch!

"What?!"

On the Demon Master's Palace, Kunpeng, who had been sneering, suddenly changed his expression, his eyes filled with shock.

How is that possible?

His Demon Master Palace is a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure. Coupled with his late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation, even an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal at the peak of perfection would be turned into a meat pie after taking this hit.

How could a mere human emperor who had just entered the Great Luo realm actually block it?

What kind of supernatural power is that?

How could it possibly mobilize such a massive amount of human fortune and earth vein power?

"What a magnificent Great Wall! What a magnificent human emperor!"

"However, I'd like to see how long you can hold out!"

The Kunpeng's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He snorted coldly, changed the hand seals, and increased the output of his magic power.

"Suppress them!!"

boom!

The Demon Master's Palace shone brightly, exuding a chilling aura, and its weight instantly doubled!

clack clack...

The Great Wall dragon let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and shocking cracks began to appear on its massive body, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Ying Zheng below was also flushed, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his bones were creaking.

But he still stood tall, holding on tightly, refusing to back down even a step.

His eyes were filled with madness and obsession.

"You want to crush me?"

"It's not that easy!"

"My Great Qin will never admit defeat!"

Ying Zheng suddenly turned his head and looked at the twelve bronze statues distributed in all four directions.

"Twelve golden statues, heed my command!"

"Give me...the power to unite!!"

Om-! !

Following Ying Zheng's command, the twelve towering golden figures, who were originally slaughtering demon soldiers, simultaneously let out a deafening roar.

They transformed into twelve dazzling golden rays, soaring into the sky and colliding fiercely in mid-air.

It's not destruction, it's fusion!

The golden light dissipated.

A gigantic phantom, towering 100,000 feet high, standing tall and exuding an aura of vastness, antiquity, and dominance, appeared between heaven and earth.

The giant was bare-chested, his muscles bulging like dragons, each muscle containing explosive power.

His eyes were like the sun and moon, and his breath was like wind and thunder.

Although the face was blurry and indistinct.

But that supreme artistic conception, which seemed to be about to create the world, made all the living beings present, including Kunpeng, feel a suffocating feeling from the depths of their souls.

That is--

Pangu Phantom (Fake)!

Although it was merely a pseudo-Pangu formed from the combined evil energy of the Twelve Golden Men, it was less than one ten-thousandth the power of the original.

But in this primordial world, Pangu was synonymous with invincibility!

That is taboo!

Even a faint phantom image is enough to awe all living beings!

"Pangu...?!"

Kunpeng was so frightened that his hand trembled and he almost fell off the Demon Master's Palace. His originally sinister face was now filled with terror.

Having experienced the first war between the Lich Kings, he naturally knew how terrifying it was for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to summon the true form of Pangu.

That's a being that even saints would avoid!

How come humans know this trick too?

This unscientific!

Before he could react...

The phantom of Pangu moved.

He did not use any magic or make any fancy moves.

He simply raised his mountain-like fist and unleashed a single punch at the Demon Master's Palace above and the Kunpeng atop it.

This punch was very slow.

It's so slow that everyone can see its trajectory.

But this punch came very quickly.

As Kunpeng approached, he realized he couldn't dodge at all, because the surrounding spacetime was locked down by this punch!

This is the Great Way of Power!

One force can overcome all laws!

boom!!!

The fist slammed solidly into the bottom of the Demon Master's Palace.

clang--!!!

A deafening clang of metal rang out.

The Demon Master Palace, which had been pressing down relentlessly and felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, was actually sent flying backward by this simple and unadorned punch!

Like a ball, it was blasted into the ninth heaven, smashing countless layers of clouds!

"puff--!!"

Kunpeng, located at the top of the Demon Master's Palace, was the first to be hit. He was shaken by the terrifying backlash, coughing up blood, his hair disheveled, and he looked utterly wretched.

"Bastard! You bastard!!"

Kunpeng steadied himself, looking down at the gradually dissipating giant phantom below, trembling with rage, his three corpses leaping wildly.

What a shame!

This is an utter disgrace!

He, a dignified demon master and a quasi-saint, was actually blasted away by a mere human ant in front of a million demon soldiers with a single punch.

If word gets out, how will he survive in the prehistoric world? How will he lead the demons?

"Good! Very good!"

"I originally just wanted to crush you all, but since you insist on courting death..."

A murderous intent surged in Kunpeng's eyes, and for the first time, a ferocious and twisted expression appeared on his sinister face.

He slowly stretched out his hands, his nails becoming sharp as hooks, gleaming with a cold light.

Behind them, a pair of enormous, dark wings, one side gold and the other black, appeared.

That's the true form of Kunpeng!

A pressure ten times more terrifying than before erupted from his body, causing the entire world to change color.

"Then I'll personally step in and send you on your way!!"

Quasi-Saint Powerful Being...

They're finally getting serious!