Chapter 1647: Chapter 47: Qin Wangzheng

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What unfolded before the Trojan Squad was an ancient battlefield strewn with corpses, where indistinguishable illusions and real Qin soldiers charged repeatedly, consuming the life energy of the Conquerors.

As time went on, failure to find a breakthrough bred impatience, leading to mistakes. In less than fifteen minutes, the hastily formed team had already lost six members.

The sixth man they had met in the air defense cave also perished, falling victim to concentrated attacks amidst the shifting chaos. Now, whenever the group saw Qin soldiers, especially commanders at the rank of captain, they would immediately skirt around them.

“We’ve covered around ten kilometers and still found nothing. This must undoubtedly be an illusory realm; otherwise, given the range of the underground palace, it shouldn’t be this expansive.” Group Leader Zeng rubbed his chin, his anxiety causing his teeth to ache. “I think we need to find the formation’s core. This is definitely a killing array left by ancient mystics.”

The sky was dark and overcast, with heavy clouds threatening to unleash torrential rain at any moment. Unable to devise a solution, some people began to blame one another.

“I should’ve known better than to enter. I thought you were capable, but it turns out you’re an idiot.” A long-faced man spat on the ground.

“Who are you talking about?” Lu Fan wasn’t particularly bright, but even he could discern the veiled insult. He was visibly displeased.

Pang Meiqin and Ruan Feifei looked hostile, poised to make a move.

“Kid, didn’t you say Tang Zheng had a plan? Then why are we aimlessly wandering?” The long-faced man pointed fingers, provocatively staring at Pang Meiqin. “What’s wrong? Planning to bite me, are you?”

He gyrated his hips, his posture obnoxious and arrogant.

Tang Zheng came to a halt, and the people trailing behind him also instinctively stopped, subconsciously glancing back.

“Oh, the mighty Group Leader is finally angered? Ready to deal with me?” The long-faced man scratched his crotch, looking around slyly. “Our group leader is also at the third-order hero tier, no worse than you.”

“Decree: Silence!” Tang Zheng extended a hand, pulling the long-faced man toward him.

His companions were about to intervene when Ruan Feifei’s fingertips crackled with electric arcs, the sand on the ground condensed into sand spears, and frost gun stabs shimmered white—all pointed squarely at them.

Rendered speechless, the long-faced man mumbled and groaned, hoping his group leader would come to his aid, but he couldn’t utter a single word. Watching Tang Zheng’s unyielding expression, fear overtook him.

The ground beneath Tang Zheng’s feet revealed a magic array, and black shadowy vines emerged, aiming to strangle him.

With a stomp of his foot, gravity descended, shattering the vines outright and destroying the magic array.

The long-faced man attempted to retaliate, but was ultimately bound tightly by gravity ropes, rendering him into a bundled-up shape. This was followed by a powerful fist landing squarely on his eye socket.

Dazed and disoriented, the long-faced man fell backward, only to be yanked back by Tang Zheng, who delivered a brutal knee strike into his abdomen.

Despite being at the third-order hero tier, Tang Zheng’s physical strength had long surpassed that level. Even though the long-faced man wore the 3S-grade Tyrannosaurus Protective Clothing, he couldn’t escape the blow’s destructive impact.

Drenched in sweat the size of beans, the long-faced man’s face twisted with rage. He was about to activate his ability when Tang Zheng’s chilling warning left him frozen as if in an icy cave.

“If you dare use your ability, your fate will be even worse!” Tang Zheng tossed him aside, kicking him before issuing a command: “Decree: Pain intensity doubled.”

The long-faced man’s abdomen felt as if a propeller were churning inside him, displacing his organs. His body convulsed reflexively, trembling and soaked in sweat.

The group collectively gasped, staring at Tang Zheng in awe. It was inexplicable—a third-order hero-tier individual was effortlessly crushed.

Most of them had keen eyes. They understood that if this were a real fight, the long-faced man wouldn’t even have the chance to enter hero mode before being utterly destroyed.

“Let’s resolve this peacefully.” The group leader, who earlier felt slighted by Tang Zheng’s disregard, abandoned any thought of seeking justice for the long-faced man. He knew that, placed in the same position, he couldn’t instantly defeat the long-faced man.

“I’ve already deciphered this illusory realm. Watch as I break it open now.” Tang Zheng retrieved the magic mirror, an item dropped by Snow White—a top-tier artifact among fantasy props. Though it lacked significant attack power, its ability to see through all illusions and restore truth was unparalleled.

“Magic Mirror, show me the path out of the battlefield.”

Tang Zheng lightly stroked the surface of the mirror. The once pitch-black, night-like surrounding dissolved like running water, revealing the vast battlefield. Countless floating light spots resembling fireflies darted away quickly.

The group secretly scanned at the magic mirror’s attributes, and upon reading its description, they were dumbfounded, quickly replaced by expressions of envy and greed.

“What a treasure! Tang Leader, how about a trade? I’ll offer two pieces of 3S-grade artifacts.” The group leader of Zhu Xiaolei’s squad remained understated, but his initial offer immediately shocked everyone.

Group Leader Zhao noticed the increasingly treacherous glances cast by some, realizing he had inadvertently revealed his wealth. Nonetheless, he had to try; with this magic mirror, no illusory realm or magic array could ever trap him again. Additionally, it would bolster psychic-class defenses.

“Not trading.” Tang Zheng wasn’t foolish. He could’ve revealed it earlier but chose instead to spend fifteen minutes surveying the battlefield thoroughly for potential bosses or hidden mechanisms.

“Three pieces of 3S-grade artifacts.” Zhao gritted his teeth, increasing his offer.

“Tang Leader, though the magic mirror’s effect is average for you, it’s perfectly compatible with our group leader’s ability. The improvement would rival that of a unique artifact.” Zhu Xiaolei attempted to sway him emotionally.

“Sorry, I don’t lack equipment.” Tang Zheng pulled out the Undamaged Lake Light sword, elegantly twirling it.

“A unique artifact? Isn’t that the benchmark for becoming a Seed?” Group Leader Zeng gasped audibly, his face betraying his astonishment.

Everyone else also began scanning it. Opportunities to observe such a rare artifact up close were scarce indeed. Unique artifacts were almost unheard of.

“I spoke out of turn.” Zhao’s face turned ashen, knowing full well that the display wasn’t bragging—it was coercion, a warning to dispel any thoughts of treachery.

“I found it,” Lu Fan interjected just in time to divert the conversation.

The mirror displayed an arrow pointing toward the nine o’clock direction.

The group’s spirits lifted as they followed the path for 160 meters. The arrow’s direction shifted.

Another twenty minutes later, as Tang Zheng stepped forward, the desolate battlefield vanished, replaced by a grand, majestic palace.

“Could this be the royal court of the Qin dynasty?” Zhu Xiaolei mechanically stuffed a potato chip into her mouth, staring in a daze at the towering bronze columns on either side of the hall, each over ten meters high and requiring ten people to encircle.

“Look, that’s Qin Shi Huang!” Group Leader Zeng roared, his voice cracking with excitement and nerves, sounding like a eunuch years past his prime.

At the center of the grand hall lay a pond the size of a soccer field, teeming with rare, indescribable migratory fish. Above the pond were three bridges, adorned with luxurious red carpets.

Beyond the bridges stood a hundred flight of stairs, leading to a throne. A dignified, imposing man in regal attire sat there, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over Tang Zheng’s group.

“You dare face me without kneeling before me?” Qin Shi Huang’s voice boomed like thunder, causing everyone’s eardrums to ache.

No one dared speak. Instead, all eyes turned to Tang Zheng—they wouldn’t risk becoming the first casualty.

“Do others kneel before you as well?”

Tang Zheng speculated that Dantai might’ve managed to escape the illusory realm. If not, Di Jingfei surely would’ve found a way. His question was merely a probe.

“Good thing you didn’t foolishly ask whether anyone arrived before us.” Zhao muttered under his breath, scrutinizing the face of the ancient ruler.

Standing at about 1.7 meters tall, slightly overweight, with a darker complexion and a scar on his face—likely a souvenir from his years as a hostage in Handan, the Zhao state.

“Is that the Qiankun Universe Edge?” Zhu Xiaolei fixed her gaze on Qin Shi Huang’s waist, where a sword measuring four feet three inches hung.

Its ancient bronze luster radiated an air of imperial authority and scepter-like power. With this sword, the emperor conquered the realm, unified the six states, and revived China’s glory, earning him the eternal title of the First Emperor!

The Conquerors dared not scan it; such a high-level boss could easily incapacitate or kill in retaliation. None wanted to provoke an attack.

At this moment, everyone calculated how to achieve maximum benefit at minimal cost.

“Audacious! Not everyone is worthy to kneel before me.” Qin Shi Huang slammed the throne’s armrest, releasing an oppressive psychic force that surged like a tide, chilling everyone to the bone and raising goosebumps.

This was the wrath of an emperor who had seen rivers of blood and countless corpses!

Fang Zhiwen, the lowest-ranking member, would’ve fainted had Tang Zheng not activated the gravity field.

“Let’s fight!” Lu Fan was itching to jump in, enticed by the prospect of taking down the dark tyrant, even fantasizing about recording the moment.

“Spread out! Don’t let them focus fire.” Unable to extract information, Tang Zheng aimed the magic mirror at Qin Shi Huang, seeking to confirm if he was merely a clone.

“Traitors! I sentence you to death by dismemberment!” The emperor erupted in rage upon being exposed to the mirror. “Twelve Gold Men—annihilate the rebels!”

With a powerful strike destroying the throne, twelve rays of golden light burst forth from his side, scattering into the grand hall.

“Retreat!” Tang Zheng, wary of concentrated attacks from the golden lights, resisted the urge to counterattack.

The lights dispersed, each targeting an enemy. They smashed into the ground, with explosions of rubble marking their descent. Amid the chaos, twelve colossal Gold Men rose from the earth.

Whoosh—whoosh—The Gold Men swung their massive fists, unleashing gusts of wind as they struck the floor, leaving craters resembling the blasts of heavy cannons.

Splatter! One Conqueror couldn’t evade a Gold Man’s attack and ended up with his head smashed into a rotten watermelon.

After uniting the six states, Qin Shi Huang collected all the weapons in the empire and forged twelve Gold Men in Xianyang, each weighing thousands of stones. They were embodiments of sheer strength, capable of crushing mountains and splitting stones with every punch.

A Gold Man shattered the gravity field, throwing a punch directly at Tang Zheng.

BAM! Tang Zheng donned his armor and charged with full force.

Their fists collided, creating an energy wave that rippled the pond and sent dust swirling.

Hmph! Qin Shi Huang snorted coldly, the radiation of his imperial pressure weakening their collective will, inflicting fear and panic effects.

Storm clouds gathered within the hall, and several bolts of dry thunder crackled. But instead of rain, white mercury-like droplets fell, corrosive upon contact, spreading toxic gas.

“A dignified emperor stooping to such vile tactics—it’s disgusting!” Leader Zeng shouted, trying to provoke the emperor into abandoning his psychological suppression, but he instead received a disdainful laugh in response.

“Base people, my actions require no justification from you!” Qin Shi Huang proved to be a summoning-system boss, pulling out Qiankun Universe Edge and waving it once. Black halos shot toward Leader Zeng.

Leader Zeng reeled in terror, silently cursing his own impulsiveness for speaking out of turn. (To be continued. If you enjoy this novel, visit Qidian.com to cast your recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation!)

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