Chapter 432 The Might of the Emperor

His voice was calm. A figure stood in front of Wei Yuan, his hand gripping the sword hilt, then slowly drawing the sword. Wei Yuan looked up and saw that the figure in front of him, viewed from the back, was no longer in his thirties, but looked only in his early twenties, the First Emperor in his prime.

Wei Yuan: "...It's not time yet."

"Time?"

Ying Zheng turned his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

"Are you saying that I should stay there?"

"In your heart, am I the type to obediently follow others' arrangements?"

"Ah, that's not what I meant..."

"It doesn't matter, it was just a joke."

The First Emperor looked up at the god in front of him and replied:

"Besides, there is no such thing as an absolute peak."

"The value of an emperor does not lie in personal valor, but in the nation and its people, in the heart to protect all under Heaven. Moreover, my important subjects are still here. How could I hide behind like a coward, waiting until everything is ready before emerging?"

After the jest, he held the sword in his right hand. It was only then that Wei Yuan realized that the First Emperor had not integrated the Xuanyuan Sword Qi at all. That is to say, he had proactively cut off the strongest peak based on Nuwa Earth and Xuanyuan Sword Qi, as calculated by Bai Ze, and instead chose his own Tai'a Sword.

"Human Emperor?"

The water god Gonggong gazed at the young emperor dressed in black robes who had appeared in front of him and said, "Indeed, you are not an entirely unworthy opponent... It's just a pity that if you had come earlier, then joining forces with him might have allowed me to enjoy myself a little more."

"Is that so?"

"Gods are truly arrogant and conceited, detestable beings."

Ying Zheng said, "You should first adjust your breathing and recover your Qi here. I will learn from this so-called true god."

The sword of imperial authority in his hand hummed. The First Emperor joined the battle, spinning around. The Nuwa Earth provided a body with theoretically limitless resilience, sufficient to contain the most powerful soul. The water god Gonggong's spear thrust forward instantly, and the edge of imperial authority and the water god's spear clashed in an instant.

Amidst a deafening roar, the spear slammed down heavily, and the Tai'a Sword rose to block it horizontally.

Ying Zheng took half a step back, forcibly resisting this majestic power. It was not that his power surpassed Wei Yuan's, but that a special fortune flowed within him, the true acknowledged emperor of the human race on this land.

Through dynasties, there were those who blackened him.

There were those who slandered him.

There were those who disdained him.

There were those who revered him.

But no matter who it was, they could not deny that initial *shi* (beginning).

An invisible fortune rose. Gonggong, who had once been a human official, groaned. Dense紋路 (wénlù -纹路) appeared on his body, similar to those of the supporting god of the present age. It was these紋路 (wénlù -纹路) that ultimately briefly erased the supporting god's qualifications to display his divine form.

And at this moment, the suppression imposed on Gonggong far exceeded that on Wu Zetian.

She might be an empress.

However, the First Emperor Ying Zheng was not only Yan Huang, but the origin of the term "emperor" in the entire Eastern world's civilization system.

Gonggong felt the suppression he was under.

But he only laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, good, good, that's how it should be! Only like this!"

The spear in his hand seemed to stir the four seas. Even though his body was covered in golden紋路 (wénlù -纹路), the water god's aura became even more rampant and unrestrained. He swung his spear fiercely, and the First Emperor grunted, forced to retreat several steps, feeling excruciating pain in the hand holding the sword.

The First Emperor, in terms of individual martial strength, was weaker than Gonggong.

The spear in his hand heavily braced against the ground, Gonggong's long hair broke free from the golden ring and danced wildly.

His aura continued to rise. The human fortune only suppressed him.

But even if the water of these four seas was partially frozen, it was still a power sufficient to annihilate everything. The water god Gonggong's spear flowed: "Is this the final battle? Then, human race, you are still disappointing me!"

"What other tricks do you have? Try them all!"

"As you wish."

In the sky, thunder rumbled and cracked, and the four seas churned.

A Daoist priest made a void slash with his fingers, his voice indifferent: "South Heaven Gate, Execution Platform."

"Execute."

Amidst a booming roar, an extremely overbearing stream of light fell from the sky, directly splitting the East Sea in half. The water god held the spear in his backhand, sweeping it horizontally, directly shattering this overbearing stream of light. In the sky, the Daoist priest in a Daoist robe, his gray hair flying, a wooden hairpin holding up his hair, the Emperor's Aspect behind him holding a sword, his eyes indifferent.

*Whirr—*

Pointing with his fingers, the sword Qi spread, the stars flowed. The Daoist's Three Pure Ones Finger turned into a sword finger, index and middle fingers aligned, thumb clasping the little finger and ring finger, erect in front of his chest, his voice indifferent:

"This poor Daoist is the Heavenly Court Jade Emperor."

"Greetings."

A azure dragon roared, a cyan light came from the east, splitting the ocean. Amidst the dragon's roar, the churning waters of the four seas calmed down. In a low murmur, a clear voice responded in a low voice, matching the Daoist's self-introduction, becoming even more distant and vast—

"Kunlun, Gengchen!"

A dragon claw directly pierced through the ocean, pressing down towards the water god. The Daoist priest waved his fingers behind him, sword light crisscrossed, thunder light raged. The water god Gonggong laughed loudly: "Well done!" He laughed, the spear in his hand piercing through, suppressing the sword light that filled the sky, his left hand clenched into a fist and smashed out fiercely, colliding with the dragon claw.

The sound of the dragon's roar, Ying Long Gengchen actually retreated.

The number one martial god of Kunlun, one of the oldest gods of the dragon race, actually lost to a god who was being suppressed in terms of pure physical strength. Gonggong's eyes lit up, his five fingers clenched into a fist, smashing the Execution Platform to pieces. He was about to directly attack the old Daoist's true body, but suddenly changed his movements.

He turned around, dodging the attack for the first time.

The flowing wind shattered the changes and movements of the water.

A clear voice responded:

"Queen Mother of the West."

After Qing Snake went to inform her of the node, Jue finally freed up some time. Wei Yuan was stunned, and suddenly felt his strength begin to recover. A turquoise light surrounded him, a power he was familiar with, from the Shennong Whip. When he turned his head, the white-haired fox girl stood at the edge of the battlefield.

"Made it..."

The water god Gonggong held the spear in both hands, looking forward. The Jade Emperor of the East, the Queen Mother of the West, on the left was the true body of the first martial god Gengchen, in front was the sword-wielding Human Emperor, and at the edge was the Shennong Whip on guard. Yet, he still looked arrogant, raising the spear diagonally in his right hand, counting them one by one, and said, "Daoist Jade Emperor, Kunlun Queen Mother, First Martial God, the Human Emperor of the human race, and you, the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom."

The water god clenched the spear, his expression looking down on them with arrogance. He raised the spearhead in his right hand, opened his chest and arms, and laughed loudly:

"All of you!"

"Come at me together!!!"

Overbearing words. Facing the strongest martial force lineup of Shenzhou at this moment, he still chose to take the initiative to attack. The waves of the four seas rose, and the Milky Way above the sky revolved. Gonggong thrust the spear in his palm fiercely, and Ying Long roared, resisting with his dragon claws.

With a huge impact, on the four seas, the waves surged, as if the calamity of heaven and earth, like countless gods roaring. The sound of the sea waves could also have a power that surpassed thunder.

The dragon scales on Gengchen's dragon claw shattered, and cracks appeared.

Gonggong took a step forward, his aura becoming more and more rampant, wanting to continue attacking.

His body turned, avoiding the wind of annihilation.

He turned back abruptly and slammed his elbow, smashing the Heavenly Court Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art. The spear in his palm forced back the Dragon God Gengchen, and then spun around and chopped down heavily, cracks appearing in the space of the human world. This spear seemed to use the space and everything as its edge. Zhang Ruosu had to retreat, and Gonggong's right foot suddenly kicked out, colliding with the sword's edge of the Tai'a Sword.

The First Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword in his palm continued to chop down without hesitation.

Neither avoiding nor retreating, upright and magnanimous.

Everyone fought into a团 (tuán - ball/group), the waves of the four seas surging, and Gonggong did not fall behind at all.

Surrounded on all sides, he surprisingly had a bit of a calm and unhurried demeanor, just like back then. This was the Ten Great Peaks that surpassed everything. Even the weakest of the Ten Great Peaks had a despairing chasm between them and the other top Heavenly Gods.

Wei Yuan let out a breath: "I'll continue too."

"Your weapon is not finished yet, and your injuries have not healed."

Nüjiao pressed his shoulder and said, "Conserve your strength..."

Over there, Gonggong fought to his heart's content, and suddenly clenched his five fingers and said, "The two of you are still watching there, isn't it a little too uninteresting? Come together—"

Water God's decree, the aquatic tribes of the four seas, obey the dispatch!

This was the water god's most basic authority. It was just a pity that this was only the human world, otherwise he would have been able to dispatch countless aquatic monster spirits. However, none of the water god's subordinates arrived. Gonggong's expression froze slightly, and the sword light of the Tai'a Sword was sharp, slashing down fiercely. The water god sensed the change in aura and looked at the man in front of him:

"…………Is it you?!"

"Who are you?!"

Ying Zheng's mouth had faint blood stains, standing with his sword, his expression calm and indifferent: "Do you think this is still your so-called Great Wilderness? Or is it an era of rampant gods? Water God Gonggong, I have already heard about your divine governance concept. That self-righteousness, is that your choice?"

"However, although you are a self-righteous person."

"After all, you are the Water God of Shenzhou, so I have to report my name."

The sword's edge of the Tai'a Sword slowly rose, pointing forward, his voice indifferent:

"I am Ying Zheng, the Emperor of the Human Race, whose virtue is higher than the Three Sovereigns and whose merits surpass the Five Emperors. I have awakened from my sleeping mausoleum, crossed two thousand three hundred years of years to arrive at this place, witnessed the achievements of my human descendants, and recognized the legitimacy of their existence, and therefore, I hereby declare war on the gods."

With this battle, I will establish the foundation for the survival of my Yanhuang!

"Great Qin."

A truly existing domineering aura descended, and the four seas churned. Bai Ze exclaimed:

"It's here!!!"

Then the sea waves sank sharply.

The four seas separated, and the terracotta warriors in armor fell from the sky. The Twelve Metal Colossi crashed down. Behind the First Emperor, the raging ocean, the fallen corpses of aquatic creatures, and the shattered terracotta warriors. On top of the terracotta warriors behind him, brilliance was renewed, and the Qin swords in their hands were raised diagonally, arriving from the distant years to the present world.

Even if they were only remnants of the terracotta warriors, they still exuded a magnificent fighting spirit.

Great Qin!

The First Emperor's right hand slashed down horizontally with the Tai'a Sword.

"Subjugate Heaven."

His voice was indifferent, falling calmly.

Behind him, millions of Qin warriors took a step forward fiercely. They clenched their fists and struck their chests heavily, shouting in unison.

"Yes!!!"

The Qin swords in their palms stood like rain.

Then the sound of the great wind was endless.

PS: Second update today...