Seeing Ying Zheng stand up again, the head steward's eyes widened in utter shock. "How can you still stand up?"

Although he didn't use his full strength in that attack, he used at least 60-70% of his power to avoid any accidents and to demonstrate the power of his world.

Given such a vast disparity in strength, Ying Zheng should have been completely incapacitated and would have had no chance of ever standing up again.

As soon as the words were spoken, not only Ying Zheng, but also Xiao Huhai and Fusu Ying Liu, who had just fallen, stood up and stared intently at the head steward.

The head steward looked closely and saw that their wounds had almost completely healed, and there was no sign of serious external injury. Even their breathing was very stable, unlike before when they seemed to be in a state of ethereal emptiness, as if they were on the verge of death at any moment.

The head butler's expression turned grave. "Could it be what happened just now?"

Although his attention had been focused on the battle between Xiang Yu and Ying Zheng, he also noticed some small movements by the little guy, as if he had given something to a few princes.

But considering their severe injuries, the head steward figured giving them anything would be futile, and they probably wouldn't be able to stand up, so he didn't pay much attention.

He never expected that these three guys would stand up again; it really surprised him.

Seeing the head butler's shocked expression, the little guy looked at him and said, "It seems that not everything is as you expected."

The head of the Ying family also became serious. "You cunning little thief!"

He already knew that Ying Ziyu was cunning, and not just ordinary cunning.

Otherwise, given the Ying family's methods and power at the time, capturing Ying Ziyu would have been a piece of cake.

But this little guy, single-handedly, manipulated the entire Ying family, not only successfully escaping from them but also later achieving great things, becoming a very powerful force on that continent.

The head butler stared intently at the little guy, his gaze icy cold. "Even if you help them heal their injuries, the difference in power is insurmountable. You are destined to fail."

Although the awakening of several princes further enhanced the Qin Dynasty's combat strength, the disparity in power between the two worlds was too great, a qualitative difference. After witnessing the power ceiling of this world, the Grand Steward was certain that this world could not contend with them.

The little guy's eyes were indifferent. "Didn't I say before that you haven't truly recognized the power of this world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a star array suddenly appeared beneath the feet of the princes. Blue threads meandered forward, like long snakes coiling and connecting, before converging in the same direction and finally gathering at Ying Zheng's feet.

Upon seeing the star array, the head of the Ying family's expression changed drastically. "An ancient condensation technique?!"

He recognized the formation; it was a formation that allowed one to temporarily borrow the power of others and use it for their own purposes.

When facing extremely powerful enemies, one can use this formation to obtain power from others, then use it to enhance one's own strength, and finally successfully defeat those enemies who are no match for one.

The little guy's eyes were deep and serious. "Even in this world, I can still use the formations I know. In other words, I am superior to you in some ways."

Although he was weak at the beginning of his previous life, he gradually became an absolute powerhouse and a powerful figure who was awe-inspiring in all directions after experiencing countless life-and-death situations and overcoming numerous difficulties.

Besides his cultivation and raw strength, his mastery of formations was also incredibly powerful, earning him the title of a monstrous formation master, a figure that countless geniuses could only dream of.

The head butler stared at the little guy, "Even if you can gather their power, so what? You don't really think that with the power of these few mortal bodies, you can shake the head of the family, do you?"

The patriarch of the Ying family was also incredibly powerful; many half-saints were no match for him, and he was a figure who made countless people tremble in that continent.

With such formidable strength, the head steward didn't believe anyone in this world could rival him.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng raised the Tai'a sword in his hand, his robes fluttering in the wind, and said in a deep voice, "Then let's give it a try."

As soon as the words fell, Fusu, Xiao Huhai, and the other two's eyes darkened, and their auras surged violently, sweeping around like a rolling tornado. The powerful aura caused the entire void to tremble.

Immediately, the energy surged forth, flowing through the formation like a river and converging on Ying Zheng.

Under the convergence of that power, Ying Zheng's aura surged instantly, and a faint golden luster could be seen emerging. Tai'a also instantly surged in power, letting out a low roar, like a golden dragon lying on the ground.

Sensing that the aura was extraordinary, the head of the Ying family's eyes darkened. He stretched out one hand, and a dark-colored longsword appeared in his hand. Then he swung the longsword horizontally, and a violent sword intent swept out, like a vast ocean pressing down on Ying Zheng.

Although he didn't think that the combined strength of these people could threaten him, he was still prepared to nip any potential threats in the bud, just in case.

The sword intent roared down, heading straight for Ying Zheng. However, just a few feet away from Ying Zheng, an array suddenly appeared, forming a barrier that blocked the terrifying sword intent.

Knowing that this was the little guy's doing, the head of the Ying family stared at him and said, "Do you think you can stop me with your current strength?"

If it were Ying Ziyu's previous strength, he had no doubt that he would be helpless, after all, that was a monster who was only one step away from becoming a saint.

However, due to the influence of his physical condition, the little guy's cultivation level is no longer as strong as before. The head of the Ying family is not afraid of him since he has not yet grown up.

As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed two more sword strikes, and two terrifying sword intents fell one after another. The first strike landed with a booming sound, and the violent power caused cracks to appear on the barrier.

The second strike gave no chance to breathe, crashing down again with a deafening roar, instantly shattering the barrier.

The little guy frowned, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The head of the Ying family was right. He could only buy time for now; he was absolutely incapable of stopping that terrifying power.

The barrier shattered, and the head of the Ying family sneered, "It's over."

After speaking, he swung his longsword down again, and another terrifying sword intent roared out, like a river about to engulf everything.

Seeing the sword intent roar down on Ying Zheng, the little guy's eyes darkened, and he quickly ran to Ying Zheng's side, his aura surging around him to form a barrier in preparation to block the sword intent.

Seeing this, the head of the Ying family snorted coldly, "You're courting death!"

In its current physical state, the little guy is trying to block the sword intent, which is truly like throwing an egg against a rock.

Even so, the little guy showed no intention of moving aside.

The sword intent roared in and slashed fiercely at the barrier, instantly creating cracks in it with its immense power.

The little guy tried his best to hold on, but he was still no match for the others, and a trace of blood even oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Boom!"

After a brief struggle, the little guy was no match for the barrier, which shattered and unleashed a thunderous sword intent that hurtled down towards his petite body.

Just as the sword was about to strike the little guy, a figure appeared in front of him and swept his longsword horizontally, instantly dispelling the terrifying sword intent.

It was Ying Zheng.