Seeing this, the black and white shadows were also extremely shocked, staring at the Ghost King with disbelief, and asked in unison, "What exactly is this thing?"

Previously, they still had the will to fight against the Ghost King, thinking that as long as they cooperated well enough, they might have a chance of survival even when facing this monster.

But now, seeing this scene, they realize how ridiculous their ideas were.

Bai Anying's gaze was blank, his eyes devoid of any light. "There's simply no way we can win."

After the battle, he was almost completely withdrawn.

The Ghost King's eyes were indifferent. "Boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a wisp of yin energy swept towards the two of them. Countless evil spirits howled and roared within the yin energy, instantly engulfing their bodies.

However, the twin shadows disappeared completely in a short while, leaving no trace.

Mozi was dumbfounded. "The Twin Shadows are gone just like that?"

He would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

Not only the Twin Shadows, but also two other powerful individuals, all perished almost instantly, and to a crushing degree, without any power to fight back.

This truly shattered his worldview.

Just then, the Ghost King suddenly appeared in front of the carriage.

Having just witnessed the Ghost King's terror, Mozi immediately became vigilant, his eyes fixed on the Ghost King, watching his every move.

He was very clear-headed; if this terrifying being made any move, he would not hesitate to run away immediately.

Ying Zheng also looked at the Ghost King, his eyes indifferent.

Seeing this, Mozi said, "If he is targeting His Majesty, then I cannot help him. Let Qin do whatever it wants with the Confucianism."

However, in the next instant, the Ghost King knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and said, "Welcome, Master!"

Mozi was startled upon seeing this, "Master?"

These powerful evil spirits have actually been subdued?

He looked around with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

The curtain was lifted, and Ying Liu, dressed in a black robe, walked out, his gaze falling indifferently on the Ghost King. "Well done."

Faced with Ying Liu's praise, the Ghost King seemed quite pleased and respectfully replied, "It's all what I should do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Liu raised the Myriad Souls Flute, and the Ghost King transformed into a wisp of black smoke and flew into the flute.

Upon seeing this, Mozi was secretly alarmed: He had indeed been subdued!

And the owner is a young man?

He looked Ying Liu up and down, and seeing that Ying Liu was not very old, he was even more shocked.

I thought that to subdue a monster of this level, it would have to be an ancient monster that had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, but I never expected it to be a young man.

The Ghost King had just displayed such terrifying power; it's unimaginable how powerful his master, the young man, must be.

As he pondered, Mozi suddenly realized that Ying Liu had stepped out of a sedan chair.

Could he also be a person of the Qin Dynasty?

Mozi looked at Ying Zheng with a complex expression and respectfully asked, "May I ask, Your Majesty, who is this gentleman?"

Ying Zheng's gaze was indifferent. "He is also my son."

Mozi's expression turned strange. "Again?"

His eyes were filled with complex emotions. He felt that all of Ying Zheng's sons were monsters, each more powerful than the last. If one of them were to offend someone of that strength, he would probably die without a burial place.

And now the three of them are actually together, it's simply outrageous.

Ying Zheng looked at Mozi and asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to say about Confucianism?"

After he finished speaking, Fusu, Xiao Huhai, and Ying Liu all turned to look at him.

Their eyes were indifferent, but they brought Mozi immense pressure, making him feel as if he were being stared at by three ferocious beasts, and that he would die without a burial place if he was not careful.

Mozi shook his head repeatedly and hurriedly said, "No, no, Your Majesty can order the Confucian scholars around as you wish. I am not familiar with them at all."

Mozi felt a chill run down his spine when he recalled how he had actually made demands of Ying Zheng in front of these three monsters.

If the group were to really get serious, they could easily give him a couple of blows, and he probably wouldn't even have a physical body left; he would definitely be dead.

Ying Zheng didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the carriage.

Watching the group leave, Mozi's expression was complicated. "When did the Great Qin Dynasty grow to such a level?"

He knew very well that against such strength, let alone him alone, even if he called upon the entire Mo family and used all those powerful mechanical beasts, he probably would not be able to contend with them.

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Xianyang.

The night breeze was cool, and the moon was as white as a plate.

Inside the room, Kong Jia was reading bamboo slips, completely absorbed.

Suddenly a Confucian disciple walked in, cupped his hands, and said, "Reporting to the teacher, Mozi has arrived."

Kong Jia was taken aback, then looked up. "Mozi? Please come in quickly!"

Ever since the Mo family left after making their promise, he had felt very uneasy, fearing that Mozi might do something foolish to offend Ying Zheng.

This was an outcome he was very unwilling to see.

After all, the cooperation between Confucianism and the Qin Dynasty was, to put it nicely, voluntary on both sides. Since it was beneficial to everyone, Confucianism naturally had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, Kong Jia was well aware of the wonderful uses of paper. Such a treasure was absolutely priceless and could only be found by chance. To be precise, the Confucian school made a huge profit from this transaction.

Mozi entered the hall, and Kong Jia put down the bamboo slips, his gaze falling on him. "Where have you been all this time?"

Mozi sat down at the desk, poured himself a cup of tea, and replied calmly, "Go find His Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Kong Jia frowned. "Didn't I make it clear to you before that this cooperation was voluntary? Great Qin has not coerced the Confucianism in any way. Why are you still going to His Majesty?"

As a longtime friend, he was also familiar with Mozi's temperament.

This was a very righteous person. After hearing about the cooperation between Confucianism and Qin, since he insisted that Qin was behind it, Mozi would certainly not sit idly by and would definitely go to Ying Zheng to have a word with him.

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