I am not a seventh-generation descendant of Lord Wu'an from the Qin Dynasty.

In the blink of an eye.

Shin's and Inui's swords clashed once again.

The water supply was cut off and the gods provided support from both sides.

The eight exquisite Kunpo, Xunfeng, Kanshu, Genshi, and Duili intertwined with the only remaining Wangliang among the six sword slaves, instantly becoming inseparable.

Zhengang roared, "Heh, so the Eight Linglongs didn't make a move just now because you were short-handed?!"

Qian Sha retorted with a mocking laugh: "Realizing so late? Isn't it a bit too late?!"

Outside the palace, Li Wu, carrying Chang'an Jun Chengjiao, was about to run away when Zhuanhun and Miepo arrived first, one after the other, laughing and blocking their way.

"Now that the gates of the Xianyang Palace are sealed, where can you two possibly escape to?"

"Surrender!"

Li Wu released Chang'an Jun Chengjiao, and a tacit smile flashed in both of their eyes.

Li Wu took out her jade flute and short sword, while Cheng Jiao drew his bronze king sword from his waist. The two stood back to back.

"Now it's two against two!"

Inside the hall, Bai Qi turned around and looked at Empress Dowager Xia Ji, who was curled up and hiding behind the curtain, with a sinister smile on his lips.

"Empress Dowager, if you don't come out soon, Bai Qizi will come in and arrest you!"

"Yeah?"

A series of bronze machine turning sounds rang out.

Empress Dowager Xia Ji said with a hint of smugness, "Don't be impatient, Bai Qizi, the Empress Dowager has come to find you personally."

dong dong dong~

The heavy footsteps of heavily armored soldiers suddenly echoed loudly within the palace of the Empress Dowager of Qin.

Bai Qi's face turned ashen, and he decisively took a step back. The four sword slaves immediately guarded him from all sides.

Master Gen, one of the Eight Linglong, raised his hand and looked at the back of the hall in astonishment, clearly not expecting this either.

The Qin army's heavily armored infantry, lined up in neat rows, held up their exquisitely crafted, heavy crossbows, their cold arrows pointing side by side at everyone in the hall.

"It's Han Jinnu!"

Zhen Gang said with a solemn expression, "My lord, they are elite crossbowmen from Korea. They wield crossbows with a power of four stones and can shoot up to 240 paces away."

"Those from afar are shielded from view, those nearby are attacked with arrows."

"Within this hall, anyone struck will die instantly! My lord, please temporarily avoid the onslaught of Han's crossbows!"

Should I avoid her confrontation?

Bai Qi pushed aside Zhen Gang, who was blocking his way, and looked at Empress Dowager Xia Ji, who was hiding behind layers of soldiers dressed in Qin armor and holding powerful crossbows from Han. He smiled.

"Your Majesty, Bai Qi has truly underestimated you. Can you handle so many hunky Korean men?"

"Even when death is imminent, will Bai Qizi still only know how to use a silver tongue?!"

Empress Dowager Xia Ji's voice was icy: "Retreat! Let Marquis Zhen in. I can pretend that nothing happened today."

"It's no use now," Bai Qi shook his head and said, "The powerful crossbows of Han have appeared in the Qin Palace. To prevent the assassination of the King, you can't handle this peacefully."

"Is Bai Qizi really willing to risk being pierced by a thousand arrows for the sake of the young victor?"

Empress Dowager Xia Ji thought she had seen through Bai Qiyi's blustering nature, but she never expected that he would always bring her unexpected surprises.

"Here are fifty crossbowmen, each clad in heavy infantry armor. They are all elite warriors whom I have carefully prepared for Zhenhou over the years..."

"So, are these fifty heavily armored Han Jin crossbow-wielding assassins in the Empress Dowager's possession her last trump card?"

Empress Dowager Xia Ji's heart skipped a beat.

Bai Qi interrupted in a flippant tone, "Since entering Xianyang, why does everyone think of Bai Qi as a frivolous and rude lucky fellow?"

Empress Dowager Xia Ji's eyelids twitched violently.

"When Bai Qi first acquired this Qin Wu'an Jun sword, he tried to draw it once in the mansion and once in Huayang Palace. This is the third time he has tried."

"Three times already, and not a drop of blood has been seen!"

The Wu'an Jun sword began to tremble slightly, this time sensing the surging killing intent rising in its master's heart.

"The Qin sword is unstained with blood, do you all think that Bai Qizi's sword is ineffective?"

Empress Dowager Xia Ji could no longer contain her fear and shouted in a stern voice.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Without hesitation, the leader of the elite assassins, Han Jinnu, shouted in a hoarse voice, "Fire!"

Qin Jiahan crossbowmen pulled the triggers, and with a series of thuds, short crossbow bolts, ready to be fired, shot through the air.

In an instant, fifty crossbow bolts were upon him.

Bai Qi drew his sword, roaring inwardly, "Lord Wu'an Sword Spirit, save me!"

"Sigh~"

An old man's sigh rang out.

Suddenly, the void froze.

The crimson world that had quietly unfolded earlier instantly dyed the entire hall red.

Fifty crossbow bolts fired by South Korean crossbows remained motionless before everyone's eyes.

Along with them, the bodies of everyone inside the hall also remained still.

Whether it was the Four Sword Slaves, the Six Exquisite Women, or the Fifty Han Crossbow Warriors clad in Qin armor.

An old man with blood-red eyes and white hair, dressed in a white robe, with a blood-red chest and abdomen and thick black mist emanating from his knees and below, quietly emerged from the sword of Lord Wu'an.

The pupils of everyone in the hall widened in unison.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword spirit of Lord Wu'an reached out and took the blood-red longsword from Bai Qi's hand, sweeping it lightly across the front of him.

A blood-red sword blade floated out, approaching from afar, and lightly disappeared past fifty arrows.

Fifty heavily armed bronze arrowheads, suspended in the void, exploded simultaneously, shattering into powder.

Fifty heavily armored Qin soldiers, impervious to swords and spears, were instantly cleaved in two, along with Xia Ji's assassins, who were cut in half at the waist, their blood, flesh, and entrails spilling all over the ground.

The blood-red sword blade only diminished the halo by a small portion.

The blood-red blade hovered abruptly before Empress Dowager Xia Ji, then exploded with a bang.

The spirit of the Wu'an Lord sword glanced down at the innocent-looking Bai Qi, shook its head, and disappeared back into the sword.

The crimson world vanished, and silence fell over the hall.

Everyone could hear the pounding of their own and others' hearts, a dozen or so pounding together, instantly stirring their hearts like the beating of drums.

A light screen flashed rapidly before Bai Qi's eyes.

[Blood Spirit +1]

[Blood Spirit +1]

More than sixty identical light curtains swept across the sky.

After a brief pause, another unusual light screen quickly appeared.

【Blood Spirit - 50】

The Trial of the Battle of Yique has begun; the inheritance of Lord Wu'an can be activated at any time.

"Wait, System, why are you such a big fan? Is the Sword Spirit of Lord Wu'an filling in for him?"

As usual, the system panel coldly ignored him, or simply didn't know how to respond.

However, the Blood Spirit of Blood Nerve Level 1 suddenly increased by 63, and after consuming 50 of the Sword Spirit, there was still 13 left.

Therefore, his latest data is:

[Da Qin Nong/General: Bai Qi]

Attack: 16

Physical Strength: 16

【Spirit: 13】

【耕地种田·7级：633/700（耕地+70%，种田+70%）】

【射箭矛刺·4级：315/400（射箭+40%，矛刺+40%）】

【骑兵统御·1级：71/100（骑兵+10%，统御+10%）】

[Blood Nerve - Level 1: 0/100 (Killing one is a sin, slaughtering ten thousand is heroism, slaughtering nine million is heroism among heroes. Blood Spirit: 13)]

"Hmm, the death toll doesn't seem to add up? Never mind, now's not the time to investigate this."

Holding the Wu'an Jun Sword, Bai Qi walked over the blood-stained corpses and walked to the dazed Empress Dowager Xia Ji, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the Four Sword Slaves and Liu Linglong.

"Empress Dowager, the order of importance has now reversed."

Empress Dowager Xia Ji ignored him, as if she had not yet recovered from the daze of slicing through fifty layers of armor with a single sword strike.

But Bai Qi, with his keen sense of smell, noticed that the foul, fishy stench in the hall seemed to be mixed with a hint of pungent odor.

"Is this... incontinence? Women really should stay away from war!"

Bai Qi turned his head and looked around. In the dim light, it was clear that the inner chamber behind the palace had just been excavated, and there were still traces of chisels on the walls.

Clearly, the old woman was deliberately stalling for time so that her trusted subordinates could gather the Han crossbow assassins hidden in Xianyang Palace.

"Was this prepared for me? No, this must be a trap the old woman set for Brother Zheng."

"It was simply because he didn't play by the rules, and the situation was urgent, so he had no choice but to expose himself."

Just imagine that when your grandmother calls, even if the grandson knows he doesn't like it, he probably won't be on guard.

At the banquet, as the wine flowed freely, a signal was given by smashing a cup, and soldiers on all sides unleashed a volley of powerful crossbow bolts…