Great circle of the Celestial Phenomenon Grandmaster Realm.
No, he should be at a higher level than a great master. Wei Zhuang believed that there was no one in his realm who could make him not even think of drawing his sword. However, Ying Qiye had done it. This was definitely not the power of a great master.
"How is it?"
"Are my three promises worth this price?”
Ying Qiye stood on the altar, looking down at everyone who was struggling to hold on.
Wei Zhuang didn't say a word, and a fighting spirit rose in his eyes. However, it was immediately suppressed by Ying Qiye's aura.
He kept comparing himself to Ying Qiye, wondering how confident he would be in breaking this dominating aura of Ying Qiye's if he attacked.
At the same time, he felt a chill down his spine as he realized how well Ying Qiye had hidden himself.
Then, Wei Zhuang turned to look at Reverse Quicksand and the others.
Seeing that they could not even move a finger, Wei Zhuang finally gave up on the idea of fighting to the death.
Once he attacked, Ying Qiye would be enraged, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
Ying Qiye saw that Wei Zhuang hadn't made a move yet, so he didn't make things difficult for them.
The reason why he did this just now was just to show off to the various parties.
"Swoosh!"
The formless aura disappeared in an instant, and the invisible bat was thrown onto the ground by Ying Qiye, gasping for air.
Just now, he was the closest to Ying Qiye, so the pressure he felt was even stronger.
After Reverse Flow Sand and the others regained their mobility, they immediately surrounded Wei Zhuang and looked at Ying Qiye with fear in their eyes.
Ying Qiye took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.
"In that case, Reverse Flow Sand will accept this bet.”
Wei Zhuang met Ying Qiye's calm gaze and had no choice but to agree.
At the same time, they felt incredibly unwilling. With Ying Qiye's strength, he would definitely be able to break through the Mohist City of Traps. Once Great Qin's army charged in, the Mohist City of Traps would cease to exist.
It could be said that Reverse Flow Sand was destined to fail when he agreed to this bet.
"I am not an unreasonable person. I will not personally attack the City of Traps.”
Ying Qiye knew that forcing Reverse Flow Sand to agree to the bet with absolute power wouldn't convince them, so he promised everyone.
Of course, Wei Zhuang did not believe this. If Ying Qiye did not make a move, it would be impossible for Great Qin to break through the Mohist City of Traps with its soldiers.
However, even though he didn't believe it, he didn't dare to refute. After all, he was like a fish on a chopping board. Once Ying Qiye was angered, none of them would be able to leave this place alive.
Wei Zhuang liked to use his martial strength to suppress people, making them submit to his powerful strength.
Even though Ying Qiye enjoyed the feeling of using martial strength to suppress others, it was impossible to make Great Qin stronger with just martial strength. What he wanted was people who were loyal to Great Qin.
Gongshu Chou and the others were already scared silly. They did not expect this unknown seventh young master of the empire to have such powerful strength.
Just now, in order to make a good impression in front of Ying Qiye, he treated him as a noble ordinary person and protected him everywhere.
Until the first time he saw Ying Qiye's powerful strength, even though that terrifying aura wasn't directed at him, he was so scared that his legs were trembling and he didn't dare to move.
"Since Young Master has agreed, he will definitely not go back on his word. Lord Wei Zhuang, please rest assured.”
Although he didn't know what Ying Qiye had up his sleeves, he knew that this was the best time for him to stand up.
"Lord Wei Zhuang?"
Upon hearing this, Chi Lian looked at Wei Zhuang with slight worry.
She did not dare to act presumptuously anymore, but she only had Wei Zhuang in her eyes. As long as Wei Zhuang gave her a look, she would not hesitate to charge forward even if she knew that she would die.
"If I lose, Reverse Flow Sand is willing to submit to Great Qin.”
Wei Zhuang pondered for a moment and frowned. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said.
"I will not go back on my words. I hope you will not forget your promise.”
Ying Qiye nodded and gave Wei Zhuang a satisfied look. Then, he turned around and looked in the direction of the Mohist City of Traps.
Everyone's attention was once again drawn to Ying Qiye. They all wanted to know what trump card Ying Qiye had that he dared to make such a promise.
He raised his head again to look at the sun in the sky. It had already completely disappeared, and only the faint afterglow illuminated the sky red.
"Swoosh!"
Ying Qiye waved his sleeves and released a stream of inner energy, which immediately lit up the eight oil lamps on the altar.
He pretended to chant an incantation that even he could not understand. At the same time, he contacted the system with his mind.
Thick black smoke immediately rose from the ground around them. The black smoke grew in number and covered the blood-red setting sun in the sky.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Right at this moment, the sounds of war rang out from all directions.
Following that, soldiers in black armor and holding swords and shields appeared around the altar.
In an instant, with the appearance of the sword-shield soldiers, the surrounding temperature plummeted. Soon, even the ground was covered in frost.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
After all three thousand Shieldbearers appeared, they raised their heads and let out a soundless roar.
Immediately after, the three thousand blades and shields kneeled down in front of Ying Qiye, as if they were worshipping their king.
"Rise!"
Right at this moment, Ying Qiye gave a loud shout, and a battle flag with a blood-red skull on it rose from the ground.
As the battle flag rose, all the dead sword-shield soldiers stood up with bloodshot eyes. They kept knocking their shields with their sabers and roared towards the sky.
"Where is Zhang Han?" Ying Qiye shouted.
"I'm here."
Zhang Han immediately walked out from the Qin army and came to the altar. He half-knelt on the ground and replied loudly.
"I'll leave them to you. I want to see you in the Mohist City of Traps in an hour.”
"Yes, sir."
Zhang Han had never thought that he would one day be able to command the nether soldiers in battle.
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