In Kaifeng Prefecture, Tokyo, amidst the sprawling Tokyo Imperial Palace complex.
There was no court assembly today. The generals, who had risen to power in the new dynasty, were summoned to the palace to command the imperial guards. However, these powerful generals felt no joy, but rather a chill ran down their spines.
"Martial law has been declared again? What happened? Could it be that there are rebels planning a rebellion?"
"Could it be that the old imperial faction wants to turn the tables? Have they gone mad? The current emperor has spared their lives and granted them the title of princes with no real power... This is already a result of the emperor's mercy. If they dare to disobey today, then the Zhao family will probably be completely wiped out today."
"He's gone mad... What kind of person is the current emperor? He ascended the throne with ruthless means, and then... the Jin Dynasty, upon learning of the Song Dynasty's rebellion, saw an opportunity and launched a massive invasion... The current emperor went to the front lines alone and single-handedly routed the Jin Dynasty's massive army. He is truly a god-like figure."
"Never mind, these things are not something we can consider. The old royal family has suppressed us warriors in every way, but now the new emperor relies on us so much... The Zhao family? Without an army behind them, how could they possibly rebel?"
Just as they were pondering this, they suddenly sensed something, their pupils contracted, and they all looked towards the center of the palace.
Meanwhile, inside Xuande Gate, Zhou Botong, Master Yideng, Hong Qigong, and others who had been summoned were originally discussing matters with Huang Yaoshi, but in the next instant, their expressions changed drastically, and they subconsciously looked at Huang Rong, who was wearing a black dragon robe.
Huang Rong stood with her hands behind her back, her expression calm. However, around her, a dazzling light was rising, and figures appeared one after another.
The previous figures were alright, but the last one, once he appeared, exuded an aura of majesty that defied description.
It was as if a living deity had descended to earth, its immense divine aura and majesty seemingly solidified, spreading in all directions.
Even a master as powerful as the Five Great Masters, who could now single-handedly defeat a thousand troops, felt his legs tremble and almost knelt down.
"This is..." After a brief silence, Ying Zheng stared intently at the being enveloped in divine light, sensing a power that was both familiar and strange to him, "Divine transformation..."
"A perfect deity, and he also exudes an extremely ancient and weathered aura."
Ying Zheng's expression was complicated. He muttered to himself, "This time, it's not that guy Number Nine who's coming."
Zhang Sanfeng had also offered sacrifices to Heaven, and he sensed the vast and familiar aura emanating from Su Han.
After his expression shifted several times, Zhang Sanfeng took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "May I ask who you are?"
"You can call me Number Five," Su Han said calmly, withdrawing his power and reverting to his normal appearance.
Unlike Number 10, who was shrouded in mist, and Number 9, who transformed into light, Su Han made no attempt to conceal his appearance.
Of course... although he didn't try to hide it, others still couldn't see Su Han's face... or rather, even if they could, it would be like looking at a phantom in a mirror—they couldn't see it clearly at all.
As soon as you look away from Su Han's face, the vague impression of Su Han's appearance in your mind will disappear completely in an instant, which is extremely eerie.
"This is..." Conan was shocked. After testing it twice and finding that it was the same both times, he immediately realized that this was not an accident.
He tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart, thinking to himself, "Is this yet another different type of ancient god?"
The one before me is undoubtedly a god. Just by looking at His descent, carrying such immense divine majesty, one can tell... But compared to the mystery of Number Ten and the splendor of Number Nine, the one before me exudes more sacred majesty, in harmony with heaven and earth.
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Chapter 324 The First Emperor of All Time, Ying Zheng? The Shock and Fear of the Five Greats (Second Update)
Even though He has concealed all His power fluctuations and is simply standing here quietly, He has naturally become the center of this world, possessing a presence that is difficult to describe in words.
Even emperors like Qin Shi Huang and Huang Rong, who were considered supreme rulers, were completely overshadowed when standing next to this person...
"Wait, you're number five?" Webber suddenly realized, and asked in astonishment, "You're... not number eight?"
“I am indeed number five,” Su Han said calmly and ethereally, “but don’t worry too much about it! The status of beings with different numbers is equal, and the order of the numbers is more based on preference than on the strength of the individual.”
"I see," Weber said, suddenly realizing.
However, Conan's eye twitched slightly. Although Number Five's words were straightforward, Conan keenly sensed the hint of preference in them…
To be fair, if he had to choose a number, he would definitely prefer one from the top of the list rather than one from the bottom...
So, why is the fifth person in front of us ranked higher than the other five? Even if the person in front of us is not stronger than the ninth or tenth person, we must have some means to suppress the others. Or, for some reason, we may have earned the respect of the others and they may have voluntarily given us this ranking.
But in any case, this serial number reflects the special nature of the person in front of us.
Ying Zheng's eyes flickered for a moment, then he took out several cards from his robes. The cards were printed with images of soldiers and horses. He suddenly laughed, "Just as I thought."
Ying Zheng crushed the cards, and in the next instant, ripples spread through the void, and an army clad in black armor slowly materialized from nothing.
The general at the very front was none other than Meng Tian, a famous general of the Qin Dynasty.
Meng Tian remained expressionless, his back ramrod straight, but his eyes swept over the surroundings, his inner tremor beyond words. He had been summoned by Qin Shi Huang earlier and had been standing silently before the Xianyang Palace with this army.
Just now, in the blink of an eye, he noticed a huge change in his surroundings.
In reality, everyone on the cavalry was shaken at that moment. However, their strict discipline forced them to suppress this shock.
Meng Tian stared at Ying Zheng, then suddenly shouted, "Wind! Strong wind!"
The Qin army in black armor behind him roared in unison, their voices echoing in all directions, their momentum immense.
The Yin-Yang School, led by Donghuang Taiyi and followed by Yue Shen and Xing Hun, also made an appearance. However, compared to Meng Tian's Qin Dynasty iron army, they stood quietly to the side, keeping a low profile.
Zhao Gao, leading the Net, appeared meek and submissive, but inwardly he was filled with excitement. "This...this isn't Xianyang. In the blink of an eye, we've arrived in another place. Your Majesty is truly a god living among mortals..."
However, as Zhao Gao pondered this, a sense of unease arose in his heart. "I wonder, what is the purpose of His Majesty bringing us here?"
Ying Zheng gently pressed his palm down, and instantly, the thousand armored soldiers in front of him fell silent, the atmosphere becoming cold and solemn.
He turned to look at Huang Rong and asked softly, "How is Zheng's army?"