Da Qin: Conquer all heavens and all realms

"Your Majesty, no!"

Meng Tian was the first to step out, a look of worry on his face. "The Tyrant Emperor is known as the greatest warrior in the world. His martial arts have reached perfection, and his energy and blood can shake mountains and rivers. Your Majesty, with your precious body, how can you personally enter such a dangerous place? If Your Majesty is in danger, the millions of soldiers of the Great Qin will be leaderless!"

"Your Majesty," Bai Qi's voice was equally cold and resolute, carrying an iron-blooded murderous aura, "I beg your command. I will lead 30,000 Black Armored Soldiers to crush the Tyrant Empire within a single day and hang the head of the Martial Emperor before Your Majesty's tent. Why should Your Majesty take action against a mere warrior?"

Inside the hall, the generals requested to fight one after another. They could not understand why their emperor, the king who ruled over all the worlds and whose power was as great as the sea, would put themselves under potential threats when victory was already certain.

Ying Zheng's gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on the star map, on the light spot representing the Tyrant Empire. An elusive arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You don't understand."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Conquest requires more than just war. War can destroy a nation and slay its people, but it may not necessarily win their hearts. What I desire is not a lifeless, lifeless world, but a territory that is incorporated into the Great Qin's empire, providing it with a constant source of luck and elite troops."

"The Tyrant Martial Emperor is the pinnacle of martial arts in this world, the faith and totem of all practitioners. If I were to kill him on the battlefield, it would certainly deter the villains, but it would also provoke endless resistance and hatred. Those sects and sacred places hidden in the shadows, those old monsters with ulterior motives, would be like maggots on the heel, making my rule uneasy."

There was a gleam of wisdom in Ying Zheng's eyes that showed he could see through everything.

"So, I want him to live. But not as 'the first man in the world,' but as... a minister of the Great Qin."

"I will make him admit in person before all the people, in the very imperial city of which he is so proud, that his martial arts are no match for my imperial might. I will make him kneel before me and pay him homage as king and subject. I will make him the first and most dazzling trophy of my conquest of this world!"

"When the pinnacle of martial arts bows before me, who in this world dares to be disloyal?"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The civil officials were impressed by His Majesty's far-sightedness and insight into people's hearts, while the military generals were shocked by His Majesty's domineering attitude, which made him look down on the world and treat enemy chieftains as toys in his hands.

This is their Majesty, not only the supreme commander on the battlefield, but also the greatest emperor of all time who plays with people's hearts and controls the world!

"My decision is made." Ying Zheng waved his hand, interrupting everyone's thoughts. "Muchen, Qin Feng, and Qin Yun, accompany me to the Imperial City. Bai Qi, Wang Jian, and Wang Ben, the three armies are approaching. Seal off all spatial nodes of the Tyrant Empire. Not even a fly is allowed to escape."

"As you wish!" The three generals accepted the order with a mixture of fighting spirit and respect in their eyes.

……

Tyrant Empire, Imperial City.

At this moment, this capital city, which symbolizes the highest power and glory of the Qingtian world, has become dead silent.

A huge shadow enveloped the entire city, and the behemoth named "Void Universe Boat" was like a moving mountain, quietly floating above the imperial city.

The pressure emanating from it was heavier and more overbearing than any time before, as if the sky had collapsed.

Emperor Batian Wu stood on the altar at the top of the imperial city, his golden imperial robe rustling, his eyes like lightning, staring at the giant ship.

The Qi and blood in his body had reached its peak, forming a circle of golden air waves visible to the naked eye around him, isolating the terrifying pressure outside.

However, only he himself knew how much he paid to maintain this layer of protective qi.

Every breath he took felt as if a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds was pressing on his chest. The power coming from a higher level was constantly impacting his heart and eroding his will.

"Come on!" He roared to the sky, his voice trembling slightly, which he himself did not even notice.

At this moment, a light gate slowly opened at the bottom of the "Void Universe Boat".

A figure, under the gaze of countless eyes, stepped out into the void.

He was dressed in a black dragon robe and a crown with twelve tassels on his head. His face was majestic and calm, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he was just taking a walk in his own back garden.

He did not use any magic, nor did he release any aura. He just walked step by step from a height of thousands of feet to the top of the imperial city.

With every step he took, the void beneath his feet seemed to solidify into a piece of solid white jade, paving the way for him.

Tyrant Emperor Wu's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt an unprecedented pressure. It was not a crushing force of strength, but an absolute suppression from the level of life and the laws of heaven and earth.

In front of Ying Zheng, the martial arts he was proud of, the realm he had cultivated for thousands of years, seemed so... insignificant.

Ying Zheng finally stepped onto the altar, facing Emperor Ba Tian Wu from a distance of a hundred feet.

"You are the Tyrant Emperor?" Ying Zheng's voice was plain, but it was clearly heard by every living being present.

"I am the master of the Tyrant Empire and the supreme martial artist of the Qingtian World!" Tyrant Martial Emperor straightened his back and tried to respond with the proudest attitude.

"Supreme Lord?" Ying Zheng smiled, a smile tinged with pity. "In front of me, are you worthy of being called 'Supreme Lord'?"

Before he finished speaking, Ying Zheng slowly raised his right hand.

He did not use any magic weapon, but simply pressed lightly towards Tyrant Emperor.

"boom--!!!"

Heaven and earth lose color!

The entire Tyrant Empire, no, the martial artists of the entire Central Region, all felt the source of their martial arts wailing and trembling at this moment! The Qi and blood power they were so proud of seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, unable to move!

On the altar, the pride on Emperor Batian’s face was instantly replaced by horror.

What he felt was not an energy attack, but... the martial arts laws of the entire world betrayed him at this moment!

The "dominant body" that he was proud of, the "Emperor Martial Fist" that made him famous, at this moment, all the spiritual energy of the world, all the rules of martial arts, refused to respond to his call!

He was abandoned by the whole world!

"puff!"

A mouthful of golden blood spurted out from Tyrant Emperor Wu's mouth, and his indestructible protective aura shattered like glass.

His huge body bent uncontrollably under the invisible might of the imperial dragon, his knees softened, and he knelt heavily on the ground!

"Boom!"

A dull sound seemed to strike the heart of every martial artist in the Qingtian world.

The pinnacle of martial arts, the number one in Qingtian, has knelt.

Ying Zheng slowly walked up to him and looked down at him as if he were a speck of dust.

"Now, let me ask you again."

"Are you willing to surrender?"