Urban Wolf King

Just a glance, and such a powerful killing intent appeared.

Moreover, the army of thousands in front of Wang Yan was completely real, even the cold glint on the weapons stung Wang Yan's eyes.

Wang Yan couldn't help but be startled, thinking to strike at Ying Zheng, he instead turned his attack towards the army of thousands before him.

A Golden Dragon suddenly lunged out, striking towards the army in front of him.

With a loud "Boom", the army of thousands shattered into nothingness, revealing once again the high platform with ninety-nine steps and Ying Zheng coldly staring at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan couldn't help but be surprised, just one gaze made him feel dazed and lost, could the gap in cultivation between himself and Ying Zheng be that vast?

At this time, Wang Yan lifted one foot, yet it hadn't touched the first step of the platform.

Then, from the platform above, Ying Zheng coldly said, "In three thousand years, you are the first to dare trespass into my Underworld."

Wang Yan took a step back, steadied himself, and then lifted his head to stare into Ying Zheng's eyes.

Having experienced what happened just now, Wang Yan looked at Ying Zheng with full vigilance.

Therefore, although the killing intent in Ying Zheng's eyes was heavy, Wang Yan's gaze no longer fell into illusions.

Seeing that Wang Yan dared to stare at him, Ying Zheng was somewhat surprised and said, "It seems you have some cultivation, if so, hand over your Soul, acknowledge me as your master, and I can make you my Personal Guard."

Wang Yan laughed coldly and said, "If only you still have your life."

Ying Zheng said coldly, "My cultivation is beyond what you can imagine."

Wang Yan said, "If so, then do you dare duel with me?"

Ying Zheng replied coldly, "Truly ignorant of death."

With those words, Ying Zheng's eyes focused, his cold gaze piercing towards Wang Yan.

This icy gaze turned into two Ice Cones, directly striking at Wang Yan.

Seeing this, Wang Yan also realized these Ice Cones were only illusions.

But even if they were illusions, being struck by them would inflict serious harm.

Thus, Wang Yan shouted "Good," raised his finger where a Formless Soul Fire flew out, striking at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng showed a disdainful expression, saying lightly, "Soul attack, strong as it may be, is useless against me."

After saying that, Ying Zheng didn't dodge, allowing the Formless Soul Fire to arrive at his forehead and sink into it.

Surely, when the Formless Soul Fire reached Ying Zheng's forehead, it vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox entering the sea.

At this moment, the two Ice Cones also flew before Wang Yan.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "This is but an illusion, condensed from your killing intent, I absolutely must not retreat from this strike."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Ying Zheng's face showed a hint of approval.

Because Wang Yan was right; if he retreated now, it would consume his fighting spirit, and after repeated retreats, he would lose any chance to battle Ying Zheng again.

However, even though Wang Yan grasped this point, Ying Zheng didn't care, for his killing intent formed a strike that none could withstand.

He, once an emperor, conquered the world, sacrificing hundreds of thousands for his imperial ambitions; how could this killing intent be resisted by mere mortals?

Thus, Ying Zheng watched Wang Yan indifferently, waiting for the moment Wang Yan would kneel.

At this time, the two Ice Cones had already flown to Wang Yan's front, facing them, Wang Yan roared loudly, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the Ice Cones.

With Wang Yan's gaze, the two Ice Cones actually halted.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng was slightly surprised, but then said indifferently, "My killing intent is unbreakable. An emperor's wrath can flood rivers with blood, what chance does a mere commoner have?"

With that, Ying Zheng's cold killing intent intensified, freezing the palace to the point of ice, and around the Ice Cones, a "crack, crack" sound emerged, as the air solidified, threatening to encase Wang Yan in ice.

Wang Yan's face darkened, coldly saying, "A commoner's wrath can splatter blood three feet; even if the emperor is mighty, his corpse will still lay across the path."

With the end of this sentence, Wang Yan's killing intent chilled as well, causing the impending ice around him to melt instantly.

And the two Ice Cones before Wang Yan manifested spider-web-like cracks.

Ying Zheng's face turned angry and said, "I slaughtered far and wide, buried Zhao Kingdom's three hundred thousand troops, burned books and buried Confucians, killed unfaithful ones across the world, how many like you have died by my hand?"

Upon these words, the Ice Cones, just showing cracks, instantly returned to normal and inched further towards Wang Yan, the sharp Ice Cone almost touching Wang Yan's eyes.

Wang Yan stared closely at the sharp Ice Cone before him, not blinking, while coldly saying, "Break the cauldrons and sink the boats, the hundred Qin passes ultimately belong to Chu; Great Qin though strong only ended after two generations."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Ying Zheng was enraged.

Qin lasted only two generations, a deep pain for Ying Zheng.

If the Great Qin Empire could last as he envisioned, he would have long used the power of the Human World to break through Harmonious Four Symbols, even reaching Five Elements Morning Qi, achieving the legendary Words and Laws Follow, immortality same as the heavens.

Yet, he couldn't comprehend why his well-prepared legacy failed, why the powerful Great Qin was defeated by someone named Xiang Yu.

This moment of distraction caused a flaw in Ying Zheng's killing intent, then the two Ice Cones suddenly shattered, breaking into pieces of ice, scattering on the ground and vanishing.

A slip in attack enraged Ying Zheng with shame.

Though not a failure in cultivation, this battle of killing intent was Ying Zheng's pride.

Now, even his proudest killing intent had failed before Wang Yan, stirring true murderous intent in Ying Zheng's heart.

What Wang Yan did was precisely to provoke Ying Zheng.

Nevertheless, while an enraged Ying Zheng grants Wang Yan a chance to strike back, the attack facing him would be even stronger.

This is a double-edged sword; whether it's an advantage or flaw depends on how Wang Yan handles Ying Zheng's next move.

Sure enough, Ying Zheng stood up from the Dragon Throne, on the ninety-nine steps of the high platform, lowered his head to look down at Wang Yan, and said coldly, "You are worthy of one strike from me."

(Regarding the Xiang Yu reference, you can check Guo Ba's previous book "Zombie Policeman.")

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