After the morning court was dismissed.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou sat alone on the dragon throne.
She gazed out at the empty grand hall.
The civil and military officials had long since departed.
"How goes the investigation regarding Great Qin?"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou spoke lightly.
Above the floor, clusters of shadows slowly emerged, transforming into figures dressed in black.
This was Wu Zhou's most mysterious organization, the Shadow Guards.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, this Great Qin is the very same Great Qin Empire that unified the world a millennium ago!"
The Shadow Guard commander knelt on one knee and reported.
Hearing this, the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou furrowed her brows and fell into a long silence.
To think that the current Great Qin was actually the descendant of the ancient Great Qin Empire!
This was truly beyond her imagination!
Great Qin had only been established for a little over a century, building upon the legacy of six generations to develop to its current state.
Compared to Great Zhou, Great Qin was still relatively weak.
But when she learned of Great Qin's true origins, her heart grew incredibly heavy.
"The hundred-year period is almost up, and those people should be arriving soon."
"Should I reveal the information about Great Qin to them..."
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou furrowed her brow deeply, her hands clenching subconsciously.
This was the deepest hidden secret among the seven great powers.
A secret capable of overturning the entire world!
Ever since the Great Qin Empire vanished a thousand years ago, a group of people had appeared among the myriad nations.
They would show up once every century to search for descendants possessing the bloodline of Great Qin.
As for who these people ultimately were, no one knew.
It was only known that they emerged from the Abyss Forbidden Land.
That place saw no sunlight; it was a bottomless abyss shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
No one dared to enter, not even the legendary Martial Gods.
To go there was certain death!
The Abyss Forbidden Land was a taboo for all the nations in the world!
"Phew!" The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou exhaled heavily.
"Never mind, I will put this matter aside for now and focus on destroying Qin Xiao first!"
"When the time comes and Qin Xiao is dead, those mysterious people won't blame me either."
At this thought, the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou's expression relaxed significantly.
"Qin Xiao, this time, I will not give you any more chances!"
"I will just watch you and the prairie nomads tear each other apart like dogs, and I will be the fisherman who reaps the benefits!"
"Hahaha!"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou laughed aloud, sweeping away her previous gloom.
As long as Qin Xiao and the King of Yan were dead, all these hidden threats would cease to exist.
And she would become the true master of this empire!
......
At the borders of Wu Zhou.
The three great Northern Royal Courts had gathered!
A million iron cavalry marched mightily, their battle flags fluttering in the wind, their imposing aura piercing the heavens!
Leading them were the three kings of the grasslands.
The Mongol King, Temujin.
The Xiongnu King, Modun.
The Turkic King, Xieli Khan.
"This time, I will fight Qin Xiao and hold him off, and I shall take the lion's share of the spoils. Do you two have any objections?"
Temujin sat on horseback, his gaze sweeping over the other two.
Xieli Khan had a face full of stubble and a bald head bearing a hideous, centipede-like scar. His massive physique was like a small hill.
He looked as terrifying as a giant beast!
"Since the Mongol King has spoken, I naturally have no objections."
Xieli Khan looked completely indifferent.
"However..."
He changed the subject, his eyes turning fierce.
A monstrous hatred continuously pounded in his chest.
"I want Qin Xiao dead!"
As he spoke, he touched the gruesome centipede scar on his forehead.
This was left from a past battle with Qin Xiao.
A single sword strike had nearly cleaved his skull open.
It had left him bedridden for a full half-year.
Every time it rained, his head would throb with agonizing pain, causing him to toss and turn, unable to sleep.
Just a little bit deeper!
He would have been decapitated back then!
Because of this, Xieli Khan's personality had become extremely tyrannical.
Modun also stated his position:
"I don't care either, as long as we kill Qin Xiao!"
His eyes were filled with an unforgettable, bone-deep hatred.
Whenever he thought of that lone figure relentlessly hunting him down, he couldn't help but tremble all over!
That was the beginning of his nightmare.
Today, he could finally reclaim his dignity!
The thought of trampling Qin Xiao beneath their feet made them highly excited.
Temujin glanced at the two of them and then nodded.
"Good, since we have an agreement, you must not go back on your word when the time comes."
After this brief negotiation, Temujin won easily.
Neither of the other two cared about how much profit they would take.
To them, nothing could compare to dealing with Qin Xiao.
As long as Qin Xiao died, they could take their seats at the table again.
Serving up the corpses of the world's nations, they would host an incredibly grand banquet.
The three discussed their strategy.
They formulated a preliminary plan.
It was simply Temujin clashing head-on with Qin Xiao, engaging him in a decisive battle to stall him.
Meanwhile, the other two factions would join forces to annihilate Qin Xiao's army in one fell swoop!
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
