Qin Dynasty: Ying Zheng is my brother, I am the Bad Commander

Because Ying Chen, whom he had been looking at, suddenly disappeared.

Without any warning, without any afterimage.

Just like that, he vanished from his sight!

"What?!"

Ji Wuye was suddenly startled, and an unprecedentedly strong sense of crisis instantly coiled around his heart like a venomous snake.

Before he could react, a faint scent of ambergris suddenly lingered around his nose.

next second.

Ji Wuye felt a blur before his eyes.

Ying Chen's figure appeared in front of him without warning, as if he had teleported!

The two were so close they could feel each other's breaths!

Ji Wuye's crimson eyes instantly filled with extreme horror and disbelief.

How is this possible?!

What kind of speed is that?!

This is a speed that no human could possibly achieve!

Ji Wuye's body instinctively wanted to retreat, and he wanted to swing the "Eight-Foot Sword" in his hand to defend himself.

But it was too late.

Ying Chen's eyes remained calm and still, without the slightest ripple.

He slowly extended a hand. The fingers were long and slender, the knuckles were distinct, and the skin was so white that you could even see the pale blue veins underneath. It looked so delicate and fragile, as if it couldn't even kill a chicken, more like the hand of a frail scholar who had been holding a pen for many years.

However, this seemingly powerless hand, with a speed that appeared slow but was actually extremely fast, gently gripped Ji Wuye's thick, ox-like neck.

"Well……"

A muffled sound came from Ji Wuye's throat.

His massive body froze on the spot.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The air in the hall was so thick it was suffocating.

Ying Chen stood there quietly, holding Ji Wuye's neck with one hand.

He exerted a slight force in his arm.

"Crunch..."

A sickeningly loud sound of bones grinding together rang out.

Ji Wuye's massive body, weighing over two hundred pounds, was actually lifted off the ground by Ying Chen's slender arm!

Both feet are dangling in the air!

"Heh...heh..."

Ji Wuye's face instantly turned purplish-red, his eyes bulged outwards, and were filled with bloodshot veins.

He desperately opened his mouth to breathe, but the hand gripping his neck was as solid as iron, locking his trachea tightly without leaving the slightest gap.

fear!

An unprecedented fear overwhelmed Ji Wuye's reason like a tidal wave!

He felt threatened by death!

That was real, imminent death!

"open……"

Ji Wuye managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables from his throat.

He struggled frantically.

He dropped the eight-foot-long blade in his hand and gripped Ying Chen's slender arm tightly with both hands, trying to pry it open.

He pushed his domineering internal energy, which he had cultivated for decades, to its limit, making his muscles as hard as rock, in an attempt to break free from Ying Chen's restraints.

However, it was all in vain.

No matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he unleashed his inner strength, Ying Chen's arm remained rooted to the spot, completely still!

There wasn't even the slightest tremor!

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Ji Wuye felt as if he was not holding a human arm, but an unshakeable, towering jade pillar!

That seemingly delicate hand contained a terrifying power that he could neither comprehend nor resist!

Faced with this power, his proud physical training and his internal strength, which was enough to split rocks and shatter stone, were as laughable as a baby's struggle!

"How... is this possible..."

Ji Wuye's mind went blank, with only these four words echoing wildly within him.

He couldn't accept this reality.

He was the strongest general in Korea!

How could she be so easily manipulated by a prince of Qin, like a helpless infant?!

On the other side...

The Hundred Birds Assassins, who were besieging Jing Ni, thought that the Great General was going to personally kill the arrogant Qin prince when they heard Ji Wuye's roar.

However, when they glanced at the person in the main seat out of the corner of their eye...

Everyone witnessed this scene that they would never forget, and that even terrified them.

"Clang!"

The short sword in the hand of a Hundred Birds Assassin fell limply to the ground with a crisp sound.

Then came the second round, the third round...

All the bird killers stopped what they were doing.

They stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, their eyes wide open, almost bulging out.

What did they see?

Their invincible, god-like, and arrogant general, Ji Wuye...

At this moment, he was being held by the neck by that seemingly weak Qin prince with one hand, like a dead dog being carried to be slaughtered, and suspended in mid-air!

The general struggled frantically, his legs kicking helplessly in mid-air, his face turning purplish-red, his eyes rolling back, as if he were about to die at any moment.

The prince of Qin, however, maintained his calm and composed demeanor, and even the smile on his face remained unchanged.

This intense visual impact completely shattered the minds of these bird killers.

Faith collapsed at that moment.

Jing Ni also stopped wielding her sword.

She stood quietly in the pool of blood, her white dress unstained by a single drop of blood.

Ying Chen slightly raised his head and looked at Ji Wuye, who was struggling desperately in his hands and was about to suffocate and roll his eyes back.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a cold indifference towards the common people.

"Now," Ying Chen's voice was soft, yet it clearly penetrated the depths of everyone's soul, "Do you accept it?"

These words, when they reached Ji Wuye's ears, were no less than a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in his mind.

Ji Wuye's body, which had been struggling wildly, suddenly stiffened the moment he heard those words.

The extreme anger and resentment that had filled his bloodshot eyes, which were bulging outwards from suffocation, were instantly extinguished as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. In its place was a deep fear and clarity that came from the depths of his soul.

Should we?

Before this moment, if anyone had dared to treat Ji Wuye like a dog, Ji Wuye would have torn that person to pieces, exterminated their entire family, and made them suffer the most cruel punishments in the world.

But now, as the shadow of death truly loomed over him, and as the hand gripping his neck exerted an irresistible, godlike power, Ji Wuye's reason finally triumphed over his arrogant pride.

Life was rapidly slipping away from his body.

The brain experienced intense dizziness due to lack of oxygen, vision began to blur, and sounds around the ears began to sound distant.