With a gentle swing of his giant scythe, the Soul Reaper sent Wang Jian flying once more, crashing into the wall with a loud bang.
But in the next instant, he swiftly rushed over again, raising his spear once more to slash at the Soul Reaper.
With a gentle swing of his giant scythe, the Soul Reaper sent his body flying again, crashing to the ground and creating a crater.
But the next moment, he stood up again.
After repeated and violent impacts, his armor was tattered and broken, his body was covered in wounds, and blood kept flowing from his forehead, obscuring his vision.
Looking at Wang Jian, who had stood up again, the Soul Reaper's eyes turned slightly cold. "Are you mocking me?"
In his eyes, Wang Jian was nothing more than a mortal being, as insignificant as an ant.
But Wang Jian stood up repeatedly under his attacks, which was undoubtedly a mockery of him.
Wang Jian stared coldly at the Soul Reaper, then suddenly leaped out, sweeping his spear horizontally towards the Soul Reaper's face.
The Soul Reaper raised his giant scythe and swung it, unleashing a violent force that sent Wang Jian flying once again.
His gaze was fixed on the dust where Wang Jian stood, and he could vaguely see a figure standing there.
The Soul Reaper's gaze turned slightly cold. "Why did you stand up?"
The gap in strength was so obvious that no matter how many times Wang Jian stood up, it would be in vain, and the only result he would face in the end was death.
In the eyes of the Soul Reaper, Wang Jian's actions were undoubtedly extremely foolish.
Wang Jian's body was slightly hunched, and his voice was very weak, "The reason I am still standing here is not because I think I can win, but because as His Majesty's subject, I must stand here!"
At this point, he roared, "Even if we lose, I will uphold my duty!"
The Soul Reaper sneered, "Duty? What a ridiculous excuse."
After he finished speaking, his gaze turned cold, and he suddenly looked at Ying Zheng beside him, "He is your king, isn't he?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jian frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart. He looked at the Soul Reaper with wary eyes, "What do you mean?"
The Soul Reaper's eyes were indifferent. "A subject who can't even protect his lord has no right to talk about his duties, does he?"
After speaking, he darted forward and instantly appeared in front of Ying Zheng, raising his giant scythe high and slashing it down at Ying Zheng.
A terrifying pressure pressed down, and billowing Yin energy swept out, tearing a crack in the surrounding void.
Just as the giant scythe was about to fall, a figure came rushing in and stood directly in front of Ying Zheng. It was Wang Jian who raised his spear with both hands and blocked the terrifyingly powerful giant scythe.
The giant scythe traced an arc in the air before crashing down, striking Wang Jian's spear. The violent force swept outwards, instantly bending Wang Jian's entire body downwards.
Wang Jian let out a painful groan, clenching his teeth and bulging veins on his forehead as he tried to fight against the powerful force, but he was no match for it and his body slowly slumped down.
The Soul Reaper looked at Wang Jian with disdain, as if he were looking at a lowly speck of dust, and said coldly, "Ant!"
With a gentle exertion of his grip on the giant scythe, a violent force swept outwards, like a mountain pressing down on Wang Jian, causing him to plummet to the ground, his face shattering the earth beneath him.
The force of this blow was so great that it almost shattered his internal organs, leaving him paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.
With numerous serious injuries, Wang Jian's pupils began to dilate, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng's expression tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to help him up, calling out, "Wang Jian! Wang Jian!"
He shouted loudly.
Looking at Ying Zheng's worried face, Wang Jian murmured, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... This old minister... is incompetent."
The Soul Reaper raised his giant scythe, pointing it at Ying Zheng, and coldly snorted, "Kneel down!"
"If you want to live."
Ying Zheng raised his head, his deep gaze meeting the Soul Reaper's as he roared, "You bastard, who do you think you're talking to!"
With a roar, his powerful imperial aura swept out.
Even when facing the Soul Reaper surrounded by murderous intent, his aura was in no way inferior.
A roar caused even the Soul Reaper's expression to change slightly.
He looked at Ying Zheng with a slightly shocked expression, "You are not the same as the kings I have met before."
As a soul-reaper, he had seen countless spirits, encountered countless evil spirits, and met countless emperors.
But most of those emperors were so frightened by his presence that their legs went weak, and they obeyed his orders without question, daring not to resist in the slightest.
A small number of people with backbone can only remain neither humble nor arrogant when facing him, and cannot give him the upper hand.
But Ying Zheng possessed immense self-confidence; his aura suggested he was born to be an emperor.
Even when facing the Soul Reaper, his eyes showed no fear, but rather absolute confidence.
He can win!
That confidence was so striking that even the Soul Reaper was deeply moved.
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed sharply. "I am Ying Zheng! From a prisoner to unifying the six kingdoms, becoming the ruler of the world! And now I stand on the throne!"
"I have faced countless life-or-death situations, and have been on the verge of death countless times. You think you can make me beg for mercy just by putting a knife to my throat? Don't even dream about it!"
He stared intently at the Soul Reaper, his eyes seeming to want to devour him.
The Soul Reaper looked at him and said, "It seems you were a remarkable emperor in the mortal realm."
But then his eyes turned slightly cold. "It's a pity, though. Now I'm about to perish."
After speaking, he raised the giant scythe high in his hand, and endless Yin energy surged on the scythe, creating a violent aura that stirred up gusts of wind.
Wang Jian gazed at the giant scythe raised high, his voice weak, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
The scene of meeting Ying Zheng appeared in his mind.
At that time, Ying Zheng's father, King Zhuangxiang of Qin, was still a hostage and a prisoner of the State of Zhao.
Wang Jian met the child when he visited King Zhuangxiang of Qin.
Despite being young and the son of a hostage, a prisoner in the Zhao state living a very lowly life, the child calmly read the bamboo slips.
When Wang Jian met the child's gaze, he was slightly taken aback.
In the child's eyes, he saw only endless calm, like a tranquil ocean, where nothing could stir a ripple.
He showed no complaint about his situation, no despair about life, as if he were not the son of a hostage, but the master of the State of Zhao.
After seeing King Zhuangxiang of Qin, Wang Jian stood by the window gazing into the distance, his mind heavy with worries.
As a subject of the Qin state, he felt a sense of powerlessness seeing the bloodline of the Qin people suffering in the Zhao state.
Do you also think Dad is pitiful?
The child had somehow appeared beside him and stood there, looking out the window.
Wang Jian was momentarily speechless, unsure how to answer, "I..."
The child then said, "It will all end."
Wang Jian was taken aback and looked at the child with considerable confusion, wondering what he meant by those words.
The child gazed resolutely out the window, "I will make it all end."
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