"Powerless, still powerless."
Ying Wu looked at Yan Dan and shook his head slightly. He was a little disappointed.
The scene of the other party burning his blood essence and erupting made him think that he could fight to his heart's content.
Only after coming into contact with him did he know that it was just a facade.
Perhaps it had something to do with the Six Soul Fear Curse that he had been suffering for many years.
However, none of that mattered anymore.
He still had to participate in the Black Dragon Palace's policy questions, so he had no time to waste here.
Thinking of this, Ying Wu clenched his fists.
The golden fist had a great visual impact.
He did not dodge or dodge.
He aimed at the front and suddenly struck.
Bang!
The black sword, which was already half broken, was completely broken, and black fragments fell down.
Ying Wu's fists didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
After the black sword was his arm and chest.
Even the supreme weapons of the Mo family could not stop it, so what if it was a body of flesh and blood?
Boom!
Yan Dan's figure was sent flying backward and smashed heavily into the stone wall.
The hard rock shattered, and his bones and muscles were all broken.
"Go and see if he's dead."
Ying Wu ordered with a waning interest. A member of the Vajra Clan went forward to check.
Qin Gang, Qin Jian, and the other members of the two divisions were all filled with fanaticism.
This was their young master.
The power to crush everything.
It didn't matter if you were the Crown Prince of Yan Country or the tycoon of the Mo family.
He broke it with a punch.
"Young Master, he is still alive, but he is crippled.”
"As long as he's alive, he might still be useful if we bring him back to Xianyang.”
Ying Wu ordered.
Qin Gang and Qin Jian gathered all the members of the Second Division and began to return to Xianyang.
......
Xianyang, Black Dragon Palace.
All the officials and Great Qin's young masters were gathered, but the hall was extremely quiet.
Because three days ago, a report was sent back.
Ge Nia killed hundreds of elite soldiers outside the pass and fled to the Mohist City of Traps.
Who was Ge Nia?
He was once the Great Qin Sword Saint and had a revered status.
He also interacted with many people present.
Thinking of this, no one dared to speak first. Some officials were already sweating, but they did not dare to wipe it away.
"Where is Second Young Master Ying Wu?"
Ying Zheng wore a crown with twelve streamers on his head, sitting on the dragon throne.
"Your Majesty, the Second Young Master has not returned from his trip. The person who went to announce the decree has not been seen, and someone has been sent to look for him.”
The eunuch beside him replied in a low voice.
"Humph! If you don't do your job, then we won't wait."
Ying Zheng was even more displeased, his voice as cold as ice.
"Ge Nia defected, killed the elite soldiers of the Great Qin Empire, and entered the Mo clan. What do you think we should do?”
As soon as this question was thrown out, all the officials lowered their heads, afraid that they would be noticed.
Li Si glanced at his colleagues who were silent out of fear and felt that they could not continue like this.
He could only step forward.
"Your Majesty, Ge Nia is the number one swordsman in the world.”
"Now that he has defected to the Mo clan, we have to come up with a plan as soon as possible.”
"Oh?"
Ying Zheng's expression softened slightly as his gaze fell on Li Si.
"According to what you say, what should we do?"
Li Si smiled wryly. He had long known about the strategy in the hall.
However, bringing up this matter was clearly making things difficult for the young masters.
He was afraid that he would be disliked by the young masters.
Since His Majesty did not speak, he could only be the bad guy.
"Your Majesty, the young masters are quick-witted and have grown up. Why don't you ask for their opinions?”
"Yes."
Ying Zheng turned his gaze to his sons.
"That makes sense."
Below the stage.
The princes stood alone.
The person in the lead was dressed in a Confucian robe. He had a gentle temperament and gave off a feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze. It was Fu Su.
There was an empty spot behind him.
Ying Wu was supposed to be standing there, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Further behind were Ying Gao, Jiang Lu, and the others.
The last seat was occupied by the Eighteenth Young Master, Huhai.
Even though Great Qin had more than 18 Young Lords, the other Young Lords were too young and did not participate in this policy discussion.
When the young masters heard Li Si's words, they all looked over in confusion.
What the hell?
Ask us?
Prime Minister Li, we have always treated you well. Why do you want to harm us like this?
Whoosh!
The young masters couldn't help but whisper to each other.
"Silence."
Ying Zheng gave him a look, and the eunuch next to him shouted.
The hall instantly fell silent.
"Prime Minister Li's words are reasonable. Ge Nia has defected, and the Mo Family is restless. Do you have any countermeasures?"
Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su and the others with a serious expression.
Fu Su's expression tensed up as the pressure on him increased.
He was the eldest son of the Great Qin Empire and was the oldest.
Logically speaking, he should be the first to speak.
However, how should he deal with Ge Nia and the Mo Family?
This was really difficult.
Who was Ge Nia?
He was once the Sword Saint of Great Qin and the successor of the Phantom Valley's Sword Technique.
Although there were only two people in each generation, one in the vertical and one in the horizontal.
However, if the ghost valley appears, the vassals will be afraid, and if the ghost valley is stable, the world will rest.
This was not empty talk.
In the past, many of the seven kingdoms 'wars were caused by Phantom Valley.
As for the Mo Family, there was no need to mention them.
In the past, the Hundred Schools of Philosophy was one of the most prominent schools of thought.
He had fought with the scholarly faction and had countless disciples, so how could he be easily dealt with?
Thinking of this, Fu Su groaned inwardly.
However, he was the eldest son of the Great Qin Empire, and he had no way to retreat.
"Father, your son thinks that we should use a gentle method to appease them. If we can save Ge Nie and the Mo family, it will be a great deed.”
A conciliatory strategy?
Ying Zheng's eyes twitched as he listened, and he almost couldn't help standing up.
Who was Ge Nia?
How can you appease the successor of the Phantom Valley with a gentle strategy?
There was no need to talk about the Mohist School. In the struggle between Confucianism and Mohism, it was better to die than to live in disgrace.
He's so stubborn that it's hard to believe. Try comforting one.
The veins on Ying Zheng's hand, which was pressing down on the dragon throne, popped out.
However, looking at the officials and princes below, he took a deep breath and calmed down.
"Continue."
His voice was terrifyingly calm, and no one could tell what he meant.
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