94: Chapter 94 He? Can't destroy the Great Zhou!

Qin Xiaogan knitted his sword-like brows.

Those knitted brows resembled two deep ravines.

Our Emperor Qin seemed to have completely lost his patience.

Just as he was about to place his hand on the Gate of the Dead World, a voice that surprised him suddenly came from behind Qin Xiaogan.

"Emperor Qin... do you truly intend to destroy the Great Zhou?"

The voice was trembling; every word seemed to exhaust all her strength, filled with deep despair and... confusion.

Hearing this, Qin Xiaogan's gaze sharpened. A flicker of surprise flashed in his cold, star-like eyes, and he quickly turned around to look.

He saw a beautiful figure standing tall like a loquat tree, with a graceful posture, like a fairy from a painting.

A breeze carrying a foul stench quietly blew through her long hair, the strands dancing messily in the wind, adding a touch of poignant beauty.

The person who spoke was none other than Wu Yishui, who had disappeared not long ago.

Her exquisite face looked slightly haggard, yet it could not hide her natural beauty.

Tears welled up in Wu Yishui's eyes, crystalline droplets swirling in her eye sockets as she seemed to be struggling to suppress emotions that were about to burst forth.

Qin Xiaogan tilted his head, first looking up and down at the somewhat pitiful Wu Yishui before him, his gaze carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Oh? I wondered who it was; so it's you."

"I was just wondering why I couldn't find you in the Imperial City; so you were turned against me."

"I even considered your loyal service to the Qin Family and spared your life, yet I never expected you to bring me such a 'surprise'."

Upon hearing Qin Xiaogan speak to her this way, Wu Yishui could no longer suppress her surging emotions.

"It's not like that, Xiaogan, it's not like that! They told me..."

Wu Yishui screamed at the top of her lungs, tears gushing out like a breached flood, her body trembling incessantly from agitation.

Before Wu Yishui could finish, Qin Xiaogan abruptly interrupted, saying coldly:

"Shut up."

"I should have just slaughtered you back then to avoid ruining my mood."

His voice was like the biting cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, cold and bone-chilling.

Meanwhile, Huikong, who was opposite Qin Xiaogan, pressed his palms together, chanted a Buddhist mantra, and muttered to himself:

"Amitabha, human nature, is it actually He?"

His face was full of confusion and contemplation, his brows tightly locked, as if he had fallen into a deep state of Zen meditation over these few simple words.

At the same time, Qin Xiaogan narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

He grabbed the air with his right hand, and an invisible, powerful force instantly surged forth. Wu Yishui's delicate body flew rapidly toward Qin Xiaogan like a marionette.

And at this very moment.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar erupted, and Qin Xiaogan was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Huikong quickly helped the dazed Wu Yishui up, saying with great compassion:

"Female donor, with me here, no one can harm you in the slightest."

Wu Yishui stared blankly at Huikong, her lips trembling slightly, but she could not speak.

At this moment, Qin Xiaogan struggled to climb up from the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his expression calm as he stared at Huikong and Wu Yishui.

Wu Yishui also regained her senses at this time and hurriedly said to Qin Xiaogan.

"Xiaogan, believe me, you cannot destroy the Great Zhou, otherwise we will be trapped in this world forever!"

Hearing this, Qin Xiaogan's expression remained unchanged.

He slowly raised his right hand, just as he was about to make a move.

A majestic and grand voice rang out overwhelmingly, like rolling thunder, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.

"He? He cannot destroy the Great Zhou."

Everyone hurriedly looked toward the source of the voice, seeing thousands of troops and horses, with banners fluttering.

The banners were colorful and reflected each other, snapping in the wind like a magnificent cloud.

The massive army had arrived silently at the gates of the Imperial City.

The disciplined military appearance and the menacing weapons were hair-raising.

And at the center of the army was the person who had spoken.

A middle-aged man wearing an imperial crown and a dragon robe was resting his head on his hand, looking at them with a solemn expression.

His face was as cold and stern as if carved from stone, exuding an innate aura of royalty.

Seeing the person who had arrived, Huikong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha, you have finally come."

The First Emperor flashed, like a streak of lightning, and instantly appeared in the air above everyone.

He looked down at everyone from a high vantage point, his eyes filled with majesty and dominance.

He said to Huikong with a calm expression.

"You old rascal, I truly did not expect you to be able to hold on for so long."

Huikong seemed to be amused to the point of laughter, the smile on his face carrying a touch of helplessness as he retorted.

"Amitabha, this poor monk was merely helping Your Majesty, the little rascal, sweep the snow from your own doorstep."

Qin Xiaogan looked at the person in the air, having some guesses in his heart.

This person was likely the First Emperor.