The big beast stopped moving the moment Ying Zheng came out.

The originally ferocious face instantly turned into one of terror.

It felt a sense of power, a divine power.

It wanted to run, but it had no strength left and could only stand there blankly, even its roar seemed weak.

However, all this has nothing to do with Wei Zhuang and the others.

Regardless of whether the big beast resisted or ate people, since Ying Zheng said that, it had no other choice but to die or be turned into a cushion.

Ying Zheng stood up from the carriage. He seemed not to see clearly, so he jumped lightly and happened to jump onto the horse pulling the carriage.

The horse was originally being held down by the soldiers, and although it had become somewhat docile, it was still not completely harmless.

This jump of Ying Zheng was very likely to scare the horse again. The soldier was afraid that Ying Zheng would be dodged, so he pressed the horse tighter, fearing that the horse would be startled and scare Ying Zheng.

These worries are mostly unnecessary.

From the moment Ying Zheng stepped on it, the horse became docile and lay motionless, allowing Ying Zheng to step on it.

Ying Zheng didn't care about these things. He just looked at the big beast lying slightly on the ground, and he became more and more happy as he looked.

After all, the fur was too smooth, without a single scratch, and stuck to the flesh of the big beast as white as snow.

Only such high-quality tiger skin can possibly match the nobility of Ying Zheng.

"Wei Zhuang, return Tai'a to me. I want to kill it myself!"

After saying this, Ying Zheng got off the horse.

The horse was also spiritual and lowered its head, allowing Ying Zheng to walk down safely.

Huantai's face changed. He asked Ying Zheng to go and kill the beast personally. No matter whether he succeeded or failed, as long as he did it, it would be his fault.

"You are not allowed to shoot crossbows. If you damage the fur, I will punish you!"

Ying Zheng just walked like this, and the people around him and the wind in the sky seemed to stop, just watching him walk slowly.

Huantai originally wanted to shout something, but it seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

He could only watch as Ying Zheng slowly walked past him and Wei Zhuang, then quietly took Tai'a out of Wei Zhuang's arms, unsheathed it, and held the sword.

The big beast just waited there, not daring to move, not being able to move.

Just watched Ying Zheng walk towards him step by step.

It seemed to have stopped breathing, standing there like a specimen, waiting for Ying Zheng to pry open its mouth and slowly put Tai'a in.

Without a single whine, the beast slowly fell to the ground, dead.

Ying Zheng looked at the fallen beast, pulled out Tai'a from its mouth, and said with a smile, "At least I didn't hurt its fur."

"call--"

The wind started to blow again, and everyone started to move. Huantai finally shouted out half of the words that had been suppressed in his throat: "Your Majesty, you can't...!" and then there was no other sound.

Wei Zhuang was not too surprised. He had been pinned to the spot since Ying Zheng took the first step. It was a crushing pressure, like the power of heaven and earth, like the wrath of nature, and there was no escape.

He had also experienced this power, and then he died and became Wei Zhuang, the sword-bearer beside Ying Zheng.

"Wei Zhuang, come here and skin this giant beast. Remember to skin it whole, as I need it to make a cushion!"

Ying Zheng did not pay attention to the thoughts of this group of people, and did not even hear what Huantai said just now. His attention was now on this big beast.

Even the fact that Chen Xuan was not there was ignored.

Chen Xuan was lying on the city wall of Xianyang at this time, watching Ying Zheng stab the tiger to death with a sword.

He did not make any move. Everything that happened just now was just the effect of [The Greatest Emperor of All Time].

Chen Xuan had not expected that this title would have such great power, and he also understood what the so-called "even the heaven and earth would give way" in the skill description meant.

As for why Ying Zheng was so obsessed with the tiger skin, Chen Xuan probably knew a thing or two.

I'm afraid that the cushions in the Xianyang Palace are too old and may damage the dignity of the King of Qin.

But this is just one of the reasons, not a big one.

Another reason was to show his prowess again, to show his prowess again in front of Li Si and Han Fei, and to show his prowess again in front of Wei Zhuang.

After all, these three people will be with Ying Zheng for a long time in the future, and they are not spending too little time with him now, so sometimes they will naturally subconsciously forget Ying Zheng's identity.

Wei Zhuang might not do that, but Li Si and Han Fei had quarreled with Ying Zheng on academic and political issues more than once.

Although Ying Zheng was not annoyed and did not feel that this was an offense, he still had to show his power to remind them that he, Ying Zheng, was the Son of Heaven, the emperor, and they were just subjects.

The emperor is the one who can tolerate disrespect from his subjects the most, but he is also the one who cannot tolerate disrespect from his subjects the most.

After all, every act of disrespect is a reason to settle accounts with the subjects.

Other people may want fame and a good reputation and will tolerate these so-called loyal ministers, but he, Ying Zheng, does not need it. He, Ying Zheng, does not need any fame. Everything he does now is for one thing, and that is unification, unification of the world.

This was the thought that Chen Xuan had instilled in him since he was a child, the countless teachings from his grandfather and father, and the thing he wanted to do most.

It was as if there was a voice from heaven and earth guiding him, leading him towards unity.

Just as Ying Zheng had thought, from the moment Chen Xuan first built up momentum for him, he, Ying Zheng, had slowly transformed into a god and became a true emperor.

No one in this world can walk with him, and no one can be above him. No matter whether Ying Zheng's words or decisions are wrong or not, no one is allowed to refute them.

Now that Ying Zheng has not yet reached the top and has yet to successfully transform, he can tolerate the private disrespect of Li Si and Han Fei.

But this time when Ying Zheng returned to Xianyang, he would reach the peak of his power, and it would be too late to threaten him then.

Therefore, we urgently need a divine power and a manifestation of God to wake these two people up.

After all, Ying Zheng didn't want to destroy such a useful "sword" for the time being.

Wei Zhuang had already squatted down to skin the big beast, and every movement was done with caution, for fear of cutting even a little bit of the fur.

After all, what Ying Zheng wanted was a complete body, with no scars on the skin except for the knife wound on the belly.

Ying Zheng was watching from the side, and he didn't feel it was bloody at all, he just felt it was extremely normal.

During the Battle of Hangu Pass, the brutality of the Zhao soldiers killed by Ying Zheng with a wave of his hand was much worse than this, but his mind was calm and there was not much change.

Now it's just a layer of skin peeled off, it can't scare him at all.

But just watching was a bit boring, so Ying Zheng only looked at it for a while, making sure there were no other scars on the fur, before he ordered: "The meat of this big insect will be your dinner. Enjoy it tonight, and don't be shy about anything."

After saying that, he returned to the carriage. When he passed by the horse, he touched the horse's head, then stepped on the soldier's back to get back to the carriage.

Only after Ying Zheng returned to the carriage did the Qin soldiers outside dare to cheer quietly.

After all, I have a treat today.