Chapter 909: I, Tang Xuanzang, Have Come for Peace

Its aura was astonishing, its killing intent rushed to the heavens, it was an army of a hundred battles.

As Qin Shi Huang appeared, the terracotta warriors, Meng Tian, and the others all became utterly different.

It felt as if they could recklessly charge forward and fight Tang Luo to the death.

This change was entirely due to that man in the Xuanjin imperial robe, Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng.

"You…" Tang Luo stared at the somewhat fortunate-looking First Emperor, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Qin Shi Huang also gazed at Tang Luo in the sky.

"It's you!"

One second later, they simultaneously recognized each other.

This person, I've seen him before!

That's right, Tang Luo and Qin Shi Huang could be considered to have met once in a certain sense.

During a certain mission, Tang Luo and his team were to defend Demon King City; it was originally supposed to be a "tower defense mission," but Tang Luo turned it into an undercover mission.

Unexpectedly, beside the hero lurked a "Sword Spirit" that sought to seize a body at the end, utterly despicable.

The Qin Shi Huang before them was precisely that "Sword Spirit".

Although they looked different, Tang Luo still recognized him; however, the two gave different impressions—how to put it, that Sword Spirit was rather base.

He acted as he pleased, like a spoiled brat releasing his nature.

This person before them, however, bore the aura of an emperor of the ages.

His public and private selves were starkly different; it couldn't be called split personality, only that even an emperor needs to relax.

"Heh, that's just my Seven Emotions and Six Desires incarnation," Qin Shi Huang chuckled, appearing calm and breezy, yet he still offered an explanation.

Image cannot be lost; he is, after all, the ruler of the Great Qin Empire.

Here's what happened: when the Great Qin Empire waged war against the Holy Alliance, after Qin Shi Huang was injured he split into several incarnations to heal, and the Seven Emotions and Six Desires incarnation was one of them.

Becoming a Sword Spirit is an unrestrained release of nature, which aids in healing.

However, that room full of figurines… is not merely for that reason.

"Oh." Tang Luo replied casually, intending to similarly confiscate his weapon and let him stay over there—Qin Shi Huang had no privilege; when it was time to stop a fight, he had to do so properly, treating everyone equally.

Tang Luo is a person of principle.

At that moment, the Rainbow Bridge on the other side blazed with light.

Two towering giants, each five hundred meters tall, stepped out of the Rainbow Bridge.

The one on the left was entirely crimson, flames burning, horns growing on its head, like a fire demon.

The one on the right was ice‑blue, resembling water and ice, with a pair of azure wings on its back, like a descending angel.

What they had in common was that each bore a golden chain on their body.

The chains extended from the giants' shoulders backward, gradually tapering until they were as thick as a normal person's arm, at their ends connecting to a structure resembling a pyramid.

It hovered in mid‑air.

"In the pyramid" there was a staircase leading up to a golden throne at its summit.

Upon the throne sat a white‑haired, white‑bearded man clad in white robes, wearing a golden thorn crown, holding a golden scepter, with an eagle perched on his shoulder, exuding boundless majesty and divine might.

"The God Lord has descended!"

Hadisi and the others all rose to their feet; Hadisi and BosaiDong returned to human form, no longer black mist or a puddle—Hadisi donned his original black robe.

"Welcome the God Lord!"

Whatever Qin Shi Huang had, the God Lord must also have; he could not be outdone.

The competitive tension between the two sides was very obvious.

However, compared to Qin Shi Huang's earth‑shaking voice, the welcoming cries here were sparse and scattered.

After all, each of these deities was wounded and had not brought a large army.

Only a few people were present; their voices certainly could not match the thunderous chorus of the black‑massed terracotta warriors, nor the loud voices of Meng Tian and his two companions.

"Heh."

The God Lord's lofty gaze swept over Hadisi and the others, giving a mocking chuckle, then turned to Tang Luo.

"Your "mount weapons" are not bad, but they'll soon be confiscated," Tang Luo said, as Profound Transformation appeared, turning into the Profound Transformation Umbrella, which he aimed straight at the God Lord.

"Arrogant."

The God Lord slowly rose from the throne; wind and thunder surged, lightning blazed, a colossal phantom stretched between heaven and earth, and he grasped thunderbolts in his hand.

"Take one shot from me and not die, then we'll talk," Tang Luo smiled; the tip of his Profound Transformation Umbrella‑Spear flashed with a faint light.

"Swish!"

There was no sound, yet everyone felt in their hearts the kind of noise that only high‑speed movement produces.

No one's eyes could catch how the light beam shot from the umbrella's tip and struck the God Lord.

It was just as ordinary people cannot see how a bullet leaves the barrel, perceive its strange flight, and witness the moment it hits the target.

The huge phantom dissipated, yet the God Lord remained standing, slowly lowering his head to look at his chest.

There was a bowl‑sized wound that went straight through from his front chest to his back, completely piercing his body and simultaneously shattering the throne behind him.

Unlike the God Lord, that throne was shattered to pieces by the death‑light and utterly destroyed.

Blood tinged with gold slowly seeped from the wound, staining the God Lord's robes, then flowing down his garments onto the pyramid and trickling down the steps.

The God Lord opened his mouth as if to speak, but instead spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood and staggered forward a step.

The eagle on his shoulder took flight, circling in mid‑air and letting out a frightened cry.

The God Lord's golden scepter, planted into the pyramid beneath his feet, kept him upright as he gazed at Tang Luo in the sky and demanded, "Just who are you?"

Casually, with a single move he dealt a heavy blow—this person is certainly no nobody! Where did he come from? Why had we never seen him before?

"Not dead, that'll do," Tang Luo didn't bother answering the God Lord, turned to Qin Shi Huang, and said, "Your turn."

Qin Shi Huang's expression turned grave; he flicked his long sleeve, and a force swept toward Tang Luo.

The scene around Tang Luo suddenly changed.

He appeared before a magnificently vast city; before his eyes were towering city walls and gate towers.

On the gate tower stood Qin Shi Huang, looking at him.

"We could also be considered acquaintances, right." After a half-second of silence, Qin Shi Huang spoke.

Regarding Tang Luo's identity, Meng Tian had already sent a mental transmission to Qin Shi Huang when Tang Luo heavily wounded the God Master.

"Not really." Tang Luo shook his head; they had only met twice, what counts as acquaintances.

"What is your mission? Do you need an expressway?" Qin Shi Huang's eyes twitched slightly.

"No, I need peace." Tang Luo said, "Come, cut the nonsense, let's fight."

"..." Qin Shi Huang said no more, raising his right hand.

The tall city gate opened, and twelve men in gold armor walked out—some masculine, some fierce, some rigid, some refined, or… well, beautiful.

"Huh?" Tang Luo looked puzzled at Qin Shi Huang.

These twelve people aren't the Golden Saint Warriors, are they?

"What, as the Sovereign of All Under Heaven, employing barbarians—what's the problem?" Qin Shi Huang said calmly, without blushing or panting.

That's what he said, but Tang Luo could tell these fellows were much like the Terracotta Warriors in nature.

Putting it bluntly, Qin Shi Huang should be a summoner type.

He threw out a pile of figurines, animating them to fight.

"No problem." Tang Luo said, "Just your figurines and models are going to be destroyed."

The Profound Transformation Umbrella Spear vanished, replaced by six floating cannons appearing beside Tang Luo.

Profound Transformation Cannon!

"That God Master isn't dead; I suppose you won't die either." Tang Luo said.

The cannon's muzzle burst forth with splendid light.

Deluge!

The destructive deluge instantly swallowed the twelve Golden Saint Warriors before his eyes—no, it should be said it engulfed Qin Shi Huang before him, the city walls beneath his feet, and the magnificent city behind him entirely.

Everything before his eyes collapsed, was destroyed, and vanished in the deluge.

"Return" to the Anchor Point World, Tang Luo looked at Qin Shi Huang.

Qin Shi Huang's face turned ashen as gold paper, he fell backward, and Meng Yi caught him.

"Very good."

Tang Luo clapped his hands, "Now everyone can sit down together to discuss reducing military expenses, submitting armaments, quelling conflicts, and restoring peace. I, Tang Xuan Zang, have come for peace."

"It's true."

Perhaps thinking someone might not believe it, Tang Luo emphasized.