Zhao Ruizhi felt a chill run down his spine, and alarm bells rang in his mind. How many years had it been since he had felt such a life-or-death situation since he had mastered his divine skills?
He couldn't care less about dealing with the general who was shooting arrows, and hurriedly turned his hand to block to the side.
Golden and black light flashed, unleashing a powerful shockwave. The heavy terracotta warriors around them could not withstand it; those that were close by burst open, while those that were further away were shaken and tilted to the side.
Zhao Ruizhi staggered back several dozen feet, blood dripping from his palm. This was the first time he had been injured in so many years; he had even forgotten what it felt like.
However, he couldn't care less about his own wounds at that moment, and instead stared intently at the person who had injured him.
The other party was shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to see his face. However, based on his appearance, it was clear that he was wearing armor, so he should be a general or something.
He held a halberd in his hand, but the horizontal blade next to the spearhead was not straight like a typical halberd; it was crescent-shaped and much longer than a regular halberd, making it look more like a sickle.
What's even more concerning is that he exudes an intense aura of death, and even Zuan and the others in the distance can smell a strong stench of blood, as if he had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Who are you?" Zhao Ruizhi asked in a deep voice. "Anyone capable of hurting me is no nobody."
Unfortunately, the opponent did not respond. Instead, he was covered in black smoke and attacked again, brandishing his scythe.
Zhao Ruizhi felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be careless in the slightest. He hurriedly went to meet them. In an instant, the two exchanged several blows. Their speed had exceeded the imagination of others, and the people in the Qi Prince's Mansion could not even see their movements.
Even Zu An, with his eyes wide open, could only barely make out a few afterimages. He couldn't help but ask, "Beautiful Master, who is this fierce person?"
He almost chopped the emperor's head off with a single blow; that was incredibly ruthless.
Mi Li's expression changed: "The Great Qin... no, it should be the number one general of the Warring States period, the butcher—Bai Qi."
Zuan was taken aback and turned around abruptly. It was none other than the famous Bai Qi from history.
In the Battle of Yique, he decisively defeated the 240,000-strong allied army of Wei and Han; in the campaign against Chu, he captured the capital of Chu; in the Battle of Changping, he massacred 400,000 surrendered soldiers of Zhao in one battle... He killed countless enemies throughout his life and was known as the Butcher of Men.
“I understand what they are now.” At this moment, Mi Li’s expression was complicated. “This is Xiquanqiu, the ancestral temple of the Qin royal family. It not only enshrines the Qin kings of all dynasties, but also the meritorious officials of the Qin Dynasty, similar to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Wang Jian and Bai Qi should be the spirits in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.”
Throughout history, dynasties have had similar pavilions for meritorious officials, such as the Qilin Pavilion in the Western Han Dynasty, the Twenty-Eight Generals of Yuntai in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the Lingyan Pavilion in the Tang Dynasty. Other dynasties would also select some famous officials to enter the Imperial Ancestral Temple and enjoy incense offerings with emperors of past dynasties, so this was a great honor for officials.
Back then, when Emperor Yongzheng died, he left a will that Zhang Tingyu could be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple in the future. As a result, Zhang Tingyu always walked on thin ice for this supreme honor, fearing that he would make a mistake. In the end, before his death, Emperor Qianlong still revoked his right to enter the Imperial Ancestral Temple. It's disgusting to think about.
Zuan couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "Then Zhao Hao is doomed!"
He was still thinking about finding a way to deal with the emperor in this secret realm, but unexpectedly, the solution came to him on its own.
Mi Li shook her head: "If they were at their peak in life, Wang Jian's strength would be comparable to Zhao Hao's, and Bai Qi would be even stronger. But now they only have a wisp of remnant souls clinging to this special world to exist, and their strength is far inferior to their peak. Killing Zhao Hao would be extremely difficult."
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the situation on the other side changed.
Zhao Ruizhi punched the dark figure, and the dense black aura around it dissipated, indicating that it was seriously injured.
Zhao Ruizhi sneered, "No matter what you are, die now!"
He threw another punch directly at the opponent's head. The fist no longer gleamed with golden light as before, but turned into pure gold, as if the entire fist had turned into gold.
Just then, "Wang Jian" on the other side drew his bow and nocked an arrow, which silently reached his back.
Zhao Ruizhi hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to take the risk. He turned around and punched the arrow into dust.
At this moment, "Bai Qi" attacked from the other side, wielding his scythe. The two of them, one using ranged attacks to restrain Zhao Ruizhi and the other facing him head-on, managed to keep Zhao Ruizhi from making any progress.
At the same time, they would occasionally command their terracotta army to cooperate in attacks. Both of them were famous generals in life, and even though they were now just remnants of their souls, commanding battles was an instinct ingrained in their bones. Under their command, the terracotta warriors exerted even greater power. Later on, "Bai Qi" no longer needed to engage in long-term head-on combat with Zhao Ruizhi, but only occasionally stepped in to help.
No matter how strong Zhao Ruizhi was, he was gradually overwhelmed by the surging tide of terracotta warriors.
A sense of foreboding rose within him; he knew that if he continued to fight these endless terracotta warriors, he might also perish here.
So he made a quick decision, found an opportunity to break through a gap, and disappeared into the distance.
Seeing this, Bai Qi and Wang Jian hurriedly led their chariots and cavalry in pursuit.
Logically speaking, ordinary chariots and horses should not be able to keep up with the speed of cultivators, but for some reason, these chariots are incredibly fast and can keep up with Zhao Ruizhi by a great distance.
Seeing this, everyone in the Prince Qi's residence was dumbfounded. He Li rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "The Emperor... escaped?"
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