Looking at Ying Zheng's attire, Xiang Yu recognized him at a glance, "It's you, isn't it? The one who makes the whole world tremble."
With such spirit and attire, Xiang Yu could not think of anyone else in the world besides the supreme emperor, the First Emperor.
Ying Zheng's eyes were indifferent. "I never expected that the person who forced the Qin Dynasty to such a state would be so young."
Upon hearing the news of the princes' defeat, Ying Zheng knew that he would be facing a top-tier expert whose strength was unimaginably formidable. He never expected that the expert would be a young man.
"He was not the one who forced the Qin Dynasty to this point."
When the little guy's voice rang out, Ying Zheng's expression shifted slightly. He turned his head and saw that the little guy's eyes were staring straight ahead.
Quite puzzled, Ying Zheng followed the little guy's gaze and saw a black-robed man standing not far away.
Ying Zheng's expression shifted slightly. He guessed that this was the mastermind behind everything and knew that the target was the little guy. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the Tai'a sword.
Upon seeing the little one, the man in the black robe took off his hat brim, revealing an old and sinister face.
It was the head butler of the Ying family from the little guy's dream.
Butler Ying stared at the little guy, his eyes lighting up. "Young Master, we've finally found you."
The little guy looked at the head butler and said, "Even though I've gone to another world and become a different person, you still won't let me go."
The head steward chuckled, "That may be true, but your natural talent is still there, isn't it? That kind of exceptional talent isn't something you can just give up. After all, it's something that only you, young master, possess."
The little guy stared intently at the head butler without saying a word.
The head steward continued, "Young Master, you will never find peace until you have claimed that talent for yourself. Don't you know that very well?"
The little guy frowned slightly. "But if you insist on doing this, I'm not the only one who won't have peace. You will too, won't you?"
In any battle between two sides, there is never a situation where only one side exerts effort while the other side can win simply by sitting back and doing nothing.
Just like the Qin Dynasty and Xiang Yu today, even if Xiang Yu has the advantage, he will still suffer losses.
The head butler stared at the little guy, "Compared to your talent, a small price is nothing!"
He knew very well how amazing Ying Ziyu's talent was. With that level of innate talent, anyone who could possess it would surely become a powerful figure.
If one already possesses extremely high cultivation levels, the achievements they will attain are unimaginable; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they would dominate a region.
The little guy looked at him and asked, "Do you think this talent is so easily taken away?"
When Ying Ziyu was just a child, he escaped from the head steward on his own. Although he was constantly being hunted down, he always managed to escape and even grew stronger, eventually becoming a dominant force in the region.
Later, with the help of connections, he was even one step away from becoming a saint.
If it weren't for that terrifyingly powerful purple lightning bolt, which even a saint's physical body couldn't withstand, he would already be a supreme saint.
The old man in black robes said calmly, "Today is different from the past. Your strength in this world is no longer comparable to what it was before, is it?"
If it were the previous Ying Ziyu, the head steward had to admit that even a top-tier family like the Ying family wouldn't dare to confront him head-on so easily.
After all, he was considered half a saint at the time, and his strength was among the top in that continent. No one dared to provoke him easily.
After all, if a real fight breaks out, even if they manage to defeat Ying Ziyu, everyone will suffer heavy losses and their foundations will be shaken. Even an ancient family like theirs, which has existed for thousands of years, may face the danger of destruction.
But now Ying Ziyu has become an infant, his physical body is pitifully weak, and even though he possesses monstrous talent, he cannot quickly become stronger because of his physical condition.
Ying Ziyu is currently at his most vulnerable, which is also the best opportunity to take him down.
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng snorted coldly, "He is a prince of Qin, my son, not someone you old codger can covet!"
The head steward's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice turned colder, "A mere mortal emperor has quite the air about him. It seems you have no idea about the differences between our worlds."
In the world he lived in, there were countless emperors in various fields among mortals, but they all had one thing in common: they absolutely dared not confront these supreme powerhouses.
Not to mention a terrifying aristocratic family like the Ying family.
For such powerful families, eliminating a mere mortal emperor is as simple as saying a few words.
As the steward of such a prominent family, he naturally didn't take Ying Zheng seriously.
Ying Zheng's eyes turned slightly cold, and his imperial aura surged like a tide as he stared at the head steward with a deep and cold gaze. "The one who doesn't understand is you, isn't he?"
He rose from the son of a hostage to the ruler of the six kingdoms, experiencing countless perilous life-or-death moments. Naturally, he would not be intimidated by a few words from the chief steward.
The head steward's face darkened. "I hope you can still be this confident when you see the Qin Dynasty fall."
With that, he roared, "Kill him!"
Upon hearing the sound, Xiang Yu moved instantly, his figure flashing towards Ying Zheng with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Ying Zheng, his Overlord Halberd whistling out and fiercely slashing towards Ying Zheng's face with power as strong as an unstoppable ocean.
Its imposing presence seemed poised to engulf everything.
Faced with this fierce attack, Ying Zheng remained calm, gently raising his Tai'a sword to block the blow. The two forces collided, and the aftershocks created a gust of wind that caused their robes to flutter.
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