Ying Zheng's eyes were cold. "The affairs of the Great Qin are none of the Mohists' business!"
Although the Qin Dynasty's current strength is not comparable to what it used to be, it has not fallen to the point where it needs the help of the Mohists.
Moreover, there were several sons in the carriage, all of whom were talented individuals, so Ying Zheng remained completely calm.
After all, he had witnessed the strength of his sons. When facing Yunhai and others who were on par with Zou Yan, his sons could be described as defeating them soundly.
With such strength, even if the leader of the Mohist school came, Ying Zheng wouldn't be worried, let alone Mozi.
Mozi remained calm in the face of this answer and asked in a deep voice, "Is Your Majesty certain?"
As soon as he finished speaking, four figures appeared, standing in four directions, completely surrounding Ying Zheng's carriage.
Mozi looked at the figure to his left. It was a man in black robes with a cold gaze, holding a long sword. An extraordinary aura emanated from him, making him an absolute powerhouse.
Mozi's gaze darkened slightly. "He is a sword master known as the Sword Demon, who single-handedly annihilated tens of thousands of evil spirits. He started practicing swordsmanship at the age of three, and in just two years he had mastered the sword intent and developed his own unique connection with the sword."
"Among countless new-generation sword cultivators, he is undoubtedly the strongest and most outstanding, as well as a very famous assassin. His Majesty has confirmed..."
Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly darted out from inside the carriage. The figure was incredibly fast and instantly transformed into a streak of light, appearing above the Sword Demon. The long sword whistled down and fell towards the Sword Demon.
Faced with this sudden sword strike, the Sword Demon's eyes remained indifferent, and his aura surged wildly around him, with a continuous stream of energy converging on the longsword in his hand, like a stream flowing into the sword.
As that energy surged in, the longsword's power instantly increased, and it let out a mournful cry as if it had come to life, before pressing down on Xiao Huhai.
With a whoosh, two longswords slashed past in an instant, and Xiao Huhai landed on the ground, his eyes indifferent.
"Zzz!"
Suddenly, a gash appeared in the sword demon's chest, and blood gushed out, spraying into the air like a fountain.
Sword Demon's pupils began to dilate, and his entire body tilted forward, crashing to the ground with a thud, lifeless.
Upon seeing this, Mozi's eyes widened, his expression one of utter shock. "One move... How is that possible?!"
He didn't even see how it was done before the sword demon fell to the ground.
Moreover, a swordsman of that caliber, whose skill with the sword could be described as divine, was now directly killed, and with a single sword strike at that, which Mozi found hard to believe.
But when he saw the figure lying on the ground, Mozi was taken aback again, "A child?"
He had assumed that the other party was a master swordsman with decades of experience, whose strength must be considerable, given that he had managed to do so. But he never expected that the other party was just a child.
Ying Zheng looked at Xiao Huhai with a firm gaze, "I am very certain."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure rushed in from the right front, his fist whistling down, heading straight for Ying Zheng.
The figure moved with incredible speed, and its fist contained a violent and immense force, as if a mountain was pressing down on Ying Zheng.
Sensing that powerful force, Mo Zi's eyes darkened. "This guy is a god-level body cultivator known as a physical monster. Even the old guys in Hanshan Temple who have opened the Arhat Golden Body have to be careful when facing him and can't do anything to him."
"He is an absolute powerhouse among body cultivators, having already awakened the second level of True Body. 'Genius' is an understatement to describe his talent; 'monster' is the only word to describe him."
Mozi looked at Ying Zheng with a solemn expression. "If you were to take a punch from this kind of guy, your entire body would probably be shattered instantly, leaving not even a complete corpse. Even so, does Your Majesty still insist on your opinion?"
He had explained the opponent's strength so clearly that Ying Zheng, being a smart man, could naturally weigh the implications.
If even Ying Zheng couldn't accurately assess his own position at this point, then there was nothing he could do. After all, unless Ying Zheng asked for help, he certainly wouldn't act rashly.
Firstly, the Mohists wouldn't help Ying Zheng without a reason, and secondly, he still hoped to reconcile the previous conditions.
Ying Zheng did not answer, his eyes cold as he let the fist fall.
Just as the middle-aged man's fist was about to smash into him, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Ying Zheng, reaching out with one hand and grabbing the fist.
The fist, which originally carried immense power and seemed poised to destroy the world, suddenly dissipated and vanished into nothingness upon contact with the palm.
The feeling was like a stream hitting a river, disappearing in an instant.
Fusu gripped the fist with one hand, his gaze cold and piercing. "Who gave you the courage to attack Father?"
Sensing the powerful aura of the young man before him, the middle-aged man frowned, feeling quite surprised.
With his strength, that punch just now would not only have shattered Ying Zheng's physical body, but it would have also shattered the ground beneath Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng would definitely not have survived that punch.
But he never expected that such a powerful punch would be so easily blocked by a young man.
Even Mozi, who was standing next to him, was startled, staring at Fusu with disbelief, "Where did this person come from?"
Ying Zheng hadn't asked for his help earlier, and he had thought Ying Zheng was in grave danger, but unexpectedly someone else appeared and helped Ying Zheng resolve the crisis.
Fusu grabbed the middle-aged man's fist with his left hand, and with his right fist already clenched, he swung it toward the middle-aged man's face.
The fist, carrying a surging aura, hurtled down, its boundless pressure spreading out and causing the surrounding void to tremble.
Despite its small size, the fist seemed to carry the power of the heavens, sweeping forward like a raging dragon, as if to tear a rift in this world.
Sensing the terror of that punch, the middle-aged man dared not be careless in the slightest. His eyes widened instantly, and he roared, "True Body Second Level! Activate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura surged, his skin glowed, and a faint golden light appeared.
As his true form was activated, his aura surged, his body expanded violently, and his muscles bulged so much that his upper clothing burst open, revealing his incredibly muscular physique.
Just as his body swelled up, Fusu's fist landed on his face.
The middle-aged man's aura surged wildly, all converging towards his face, instantly forming a powerful aura barrier. Combined with his powerful true form, he prepared to withstand Fusu's punch head-on.
Although he could sense the strength of Fusu's punch, he had absolute confidence that he could block it with the double blessing.
The fist slammed down, hitting the middle-aged man's face hard and shattering the barrier instantly. His expression changed drastically, and his body shot out, crashing to the ground with a thud.
A deafening roar followed, and the earth trembled violently from the force of the explosion, sending clouds of dust billowing into the air.
Mozi was dumbfounded upon seeing this. "A body cultivator who can activate his true form was sent flying?"
He rubbed his eyes, even wondering if he was seeing things.
A body cultivator of that level shouldn't be able to be shaken even slightly, let alone knocked away, even if you tried to cut them with swords.
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