"In my next life, I don't want to be a charlatan sorcerer or wizard!"

As a whisper rang out, a flash of cold light appeared on the blade, and several heads rolled to the ground.

In an instant, the blood gushing from several headless corpses stained the ground red, and the pungent smell of blood made Tai Xuan and other officials frown.

The wicked man kicked one head after another into the river mouth, saying, "Since you like sacrifices so much, then use your heads to sacrifice to your so-called River God."

Several heads went into the water, but before they could even make a splash, they were swallowed up by the surging river.

"This...this...River God, please calm your anger!!"

Tai Xuan was shocked beyond words. It was one thing to ruin the sacrificial ceremony, but to kick the blood-stained head into the water was to humiliate the River God.

If the River God were to punish them... Longxi would truly be in deep trouble!

Even now, this old fellow is still preoccupied with that fictitious River God.

Upon hearing this, the wicked man's eyes swept around like a hawk's, and seeing the fear on everyone's faces, his anger erupted like a volcano. "You son of a bitch!"

"You damned River God, listen up!"

"I am the Qin State's Grand Commandant, Efu, with a million soldiers under my command. With a swift stroke of my blade, ten thousand heads roll off like watermelons. I have no less than a million KD in my hands. Even the King of Horse would be so frightened by me that he would wet himself and dare not open his eyes."

The wicked man raised his sword, pointing it at the river like an angry Vajra, and cursed, "I don't care if you really exist or not. If you're fake, then so be it."

"But if you really are..."

"Then I, the Grand Commandant, will certainly have a serious discussion with you!"

The wicked man cleared his throat, and amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, his voice boomed like thunder from the heavens: "As the River God, you are supposed to protect the peace of this river. The people pray for blessings and pay tribute every year. Have you ensured the peace of the country and the well-being of the people?"

His blood-stained sword pointed at the surging waters at the river mouth, "You damned bastard... The torrential rain has been pouring down for over a month, causing the Wei River to overflow and flood countless crops and houses, leaving people homeless, crying out in despair, and dying without a burial place!"

"You dare to take these young boys and girls and concubines? Aren't you afraid that I, the Grand Commandant, will skin you alive and pull out your tendons?"

"If there truly are gods, then show yourself and let this Grand Commandant see if I dare to cut you down with my blade!"

The wicked man stared coldly at the water. He knew, of course, that the River God did not exist, and that he was only doing this to dispel the people's concerns.

If it truly exists, how could it tolerate mortals doing this?

The scene was somewhat quiet, and everyone present was on tenterhooks.

They were afraid that the River God would really jump out!

They also feared that the wicked husband would die at the hands of the River God!

Of course, there was also a touch of curiosity, a desire to see if the River God actually existed.

As time passed, disappointment flashed across everyone's faces. The sky was still the same sky, the river was still the same river, but there was no trace of the River God at all.

"What a pity, I wanted to see whether the Grand Commandant or the River God was stronger?" Zhang Erhe's somewhat teasing voice came from behind.

The wicked man turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring directly at Zhang Erhe. "You little brat, are you trying to make a fool of me?" His voice carried an undeniable authority.

Zhang Erhe was intimidated by the wicked husband's imposing manner and involuntarily took a step back, but he quickly regained his composure and a smirk appeared on his lips. "Grand Commandant, how dare I? I just feel that if the River God truly has a spirit, how could he allow you to be so presumptuous without showing himself?"

The wicked man snorted coldly, looked around, and saw that everyone had lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

He knew in his heart that his actions today had dispelled the people's fear of the River God, and at least they would no longer be so afraid of and believe in this ghost and god.

"Qin people, heed my command!" The wicked man suddenly let out a deafening roar, which resounded throughout the heavens and earth like a thunderclap.

This roar seemed to contain boundless majesty and power, causing people to tremble.

Upon hearing this shout, the relaxed expressions of the people present instantly turned serious. They responded in unison, shouting, "We obey!" Their voices were loud and firm, revealing their awe and obedience to this wicked man.

At this moment, the wicked man took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with each breath, as if a surge of boundless heroic spirit was surging within him.

He stood tall and proud, his piercing gaze sweeping over the crowd before him, and declared loudly, "We, the people of Qin, have never believed in destiny, nor have we ever bowed down to those ethereal gods and spirits! We will rely on our own strength to create a great legacy that will last for ten thousand generations!"

Then, he raised his voice and continued shouting, "Within the territory of my Great Qin, gods and ghosts are forbidden!"

"Anyone who dares to use supernatural beliefs to mislead and incite the common people will be punished with the most severe penalty—death by a thousand cuts—once discovered, and their relatives and friends will also be implicated and executed! There will be no leniency towards evil!"

Faith can exist, but its doctrines and meaning must be examined. Useless faith only becomes a burden on the people, serving no purpose whatsoever and only causing chaos.

Leaving aside distant examples, let's just talk about the doctrines that came from India. They spend all day shouting slogans, and even go beyond persuading people to do good.

For ordinary people, from the first day they are born into this world, their lives are about food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. If you think you are living in hell or paradise all day long, isn't that nonsense?

You can talk nonsense all you want, but if someone believes it, that's their personal freedom.

But what kind of person descends the mountain to collect offerings during prosperous times, and then stays indoors during chaotic times?

Wouldn't the so-called salvation of the world become a joke?

What is your golden statue made of?

Isn't this the very blood and bones of the ignorant masses?

Even if you're just ripping off the rich, that's one thing, but most of that money comes from the poor.

The existence of gods is merely a fabricated concept that gives people the idea of ​​obtaining something for nothing by praying to gods.

Then, let those in higher positions who want to reap the rewards without sowing enjoy the fruits of others' labor.

"In this world, what god can truly save us from suffering? True salvation comes from our own hands and wisdom!" The wicked man's voice was powerful and resonated across the riverbank, touching the hearts of all who heard it.

His words were like a clear stream, washing away the fear and superstition in people's hearts, and gradually dispelling those deep-rooted superstitious beliefs.

"We will obey the Grand Commandant's orders!"

The people shouted in unison, their voices piercing the sky, completely dispelling their previous confusion and helplessness.

The wicked man then laughed and said, "Instead of praying to gods and Buddhas, you should trust the King and the court. This Grand Commandant brought a lot of grain this time, enough for you to last until the second batch of aid arrives!"