Chapter 1141

"Then why is that trash Wang Xu so pathetically weak?"

Hearing Cheng Jiao truly could not figure it out — Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang were both disciples of Guiguzi Wang Xu.

The two had not yet truly unleashed their combined Vertical and Horizontal sword arts, yet already two opposing sword-qi storms had formed, their energies resonating with each other.

Once these two sword-qi storms merged, how terrifying would the power be?

Guiguzi Wang Xu, as the two men's master, possessed the ultimate arts of both the Vertical and Horizontal schools, yet had never displayed such might.

Was it because Wang Xu was too weak?

Or was it because Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang were too strong?

In truth, if Guiguzi Wang Xu were still alive and heard Hearing Cheng Jiao's inner grumbling, he would surely have argued back.

You ignorant little brat — you really think this old man was scared off by just anyone?

That was the Great Dragon Head!

The foremost taboo figure of the Nine Provinces!

A single sword's might had already slaughtered a hundred thousand Kesegun soldiers!

That kind of half-sword strike — how many in the world do you think could take it?

Wang Xu's war-heart being shattered was hardly without cause!

But of course, Hearing Cheng Jiao naturally did not know this, nor could he have known.

As the two sword-qi storms grew ever fiercer, their momentum about to reach its peak—

"Gai Nie, stop!"

At that very moment, a dragon's cry rang out.

The next instant, a man clad in a dazzling black dragon robe descended slowly from the high sky.

Boundless dragon qi densely wreathed his person.

His very first words were a command to Gai Nie.

"That voice... it's him?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Hearing Cheng Jiao could not help but widen his eyes enormously.

He looked up and saw that it truly was that man!

"Your Majesty..."

Gai Nie, who had been gathering sword momentum and was about to strike out together with Wei Zhuang, broke off his buildup upon hearing this.

He followed the sound with his eyes, and indeed saw the Great Qin Emperor Ying Zheng, wreathed in dragon qi, striding down from the high sky.

"Gai Nie, you cannot kill this Mirage Beast and break the seal — otherwise the consequences will be endless."

So this giant worm-beast was actually called a Mirage Beast?

Ying Zheng's sudden appearance and command, seeing that Gai Nie had indeed halted his buildup as instructed, finally eased his suspended heart for the moment.

It turned out that Shang Yang and others had joined forces to divine and prognosticate.

They discovered that this Lu Li Tribe held boundless future calamities.

If it were truly unsealed, Great Qin would bear the brunt, and half the realm would suffer disaster.

Although they had not divined the specific source of the calamity, Ying Zheng and the others still made a decisive judgment on the spot.

No matter what, they would not allow this Lu Li Tribe to be unsealed.

Therefore Ying Zheng, disregarding everything else, took the lead in bringing the Shadow Guard to stop it.

He was confident that although Gai Nie had followed Hearing Cheng Jiao's instructions and taken his Long Huang's blood to unseal the Lu Li Tribe,

so long as he himself spoke, this former close friend and Great Qin's chief court swordsman Gai Nie would certainly not refuse to listen.

Sure enough, Gai Nie had listened to him.

"Senior brother, is this how you've been fooling me?"

Seeing Gai Nie break off his sword momentum, Wei Zhuang's own sword momentum not only failed to diminish but actually grew, and the man himself grew somewhat wrathful.

Gai Nie was exceedingly embarrassed upon hearing this.

He had originally planned to borrow the combined Vertical and Horizontal sword art executed together with Wei Zhuang.

First, naturally, to kill this Mirage Beast and work toward breaking the Lu Li Tribe's seal.

Second, to learn Wei Zhuang's true capabilities from the merging and intermingling of their sword momenta during the combined Vertical and Horizontal strike.

Wei Zhuang had not only inexplicably mastered the untransmitted secret of the Vertical school — Hundred Steps Flying Sword.

More critically, he had openly declared he would settle the victor at the Lu Li Tribe.

Though the two had sparred many times before, Wei Zhuang had never shown such confidence.

Gai Nie was curious, and so had proposed this combined Vertical and Horizontal strike.

But this plan was foiled by Ying Zheng's arrival.

"Xiaozhuang, I..."

Gai Nie felt a measure of shame, and seeing Wei Zhuang like this, was about to explain.

"Hmph! People of the Guigu Sect need only speak with their swords.

Since you won't strike, I alone am enough!"

Saying so, Wei Zhuang's sword momentum accumulated to its peak, sword qi like a dragon, and he charged at the Mirage Beast.

"No..."

Ying Zheng, seeing this, could not help but grow greatly alarmed.

He immediately waved his great hand, preparing to direct the dragon qi at his side to intercept Wei Zhuang's terrifying strike.

"Hmph! Ten Thousand Ages Dragon Emperor Art — imperial brother, I know this move too!"

Seeing the dragon qi surge forth, it was suddenly cut off midair.

It turned out to be the Shanzhuang Lord of Despair Shanzhuang, Cheng Jiao, who could no longer sit still upon seeing this.

He rose to his full height, soared into the high sky, and used his own Eternal Dragon Emperor Art to block the great Qin dragon qi head-on.

"How dare you! Cheng Jiao, do you know what you are doing?"

Hearing Ying Zheng stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar man before him, unable to contain his fury, and rebuked.

Able to wield the Eternal Dragon Emperor Art and manipulate the great Qin dragon qi — in all the world today, apart from himself and Prince Zichu, only Cheng Jiao, who had returned from the dead, could do so.

"What am I doing? Heh heh, I'm taking back everything that originally belonged to me!"

Cheng Jiao knew Hearing Ying Zheng had already recognized him. He did not hide it and said loudly at once.

"Belonged to you?"

Hearing Ying Zheng's face turned bitter, and pointing at that stretch of sandy land, he said,

"Do you know what the Lu Li Tribe beneath that stretch of sandy land actually represents?

If you break their seal, do you know what you will unleash?

How many innocent common folk of great Qin will suffer their poison?"

Shang Yang and the others' deductions mentioned that the unsealing of the Lu Li Tribe would cause great Qin to be plagued by the fires of war from then on.

Thinking of this, Hearing Ying Zheng's heart turned bitter.

Since his ascension, he had led great Qin to the throne of the number-one imperial dynasty under heaven.

Apart from the Qinglong Society, which had risen out of nowhere, none of the other powers dared to Seeing Zhihui against great Qin.

Therefore, over these years, great Qin had truly entered a rare phase of peace.

Who would have thought that Cheng Jiao, for his own selfish interests, would destroy the situation he had so painstakingly created in a single stroke.

How could Hearing Ying Zheng not be angry?

How could he not be furious!

"Hmph! An emperor's wrath makes blood flow and corpses drift — imperial brother, that saying was taught to me by you.

What do the common folk under heaven have to do with He Gan?

I only want to take back my throne."

Cheng Jiao saw Hearing Ying Zheng so urgent, and doubt stirred in his heart as well.

But the moment he thought of this hard-won opportunity, he abruptly became extremely forceful again.

What did the common folk under heaven have to do with him, Cheng Jiao?

They were not his people!

"You are beyond saving!"