In the main hall.
An incomparably powerful immortal master was killed by Ying Zheng with a single palm strike.
Everyone was stunned.
Lu Buwei collapsed to the ground as if he had been drained of all his energy.
He only widened his eyes.
Looking at the cultivator who had been killed by Ying Zheng with a single palm strike.
His face was dull.
It was not easy for him to recruit them.
The immortal master who had placed his greatest hope on him.
Just like that…he died?
He turned his neck stiffly.
Lu Buwei looked at Ying Zheng, who was still standing in the same spot in the hall.
It was as insignificant as killing a mosquito.
The way she looked at him.
It was filled with mockery.
Meng Yi looked at Ying Zheng, who was still as calm as ever, his face full of disbelief.
When did the king become so powerful?!
Then, he was ecstatic.
The king was so powerful.
A mere traitor like Lu Buwei.
What kind of storm could he cause?
Gazing at Ying Zheng's figure, Meng Tian's eyes were filled with admiration.
Although he had already experienced the power of the king once, he was still very confident.
However, he had personally witnessed the king kill a powerful enemy with a wave of his hand.
Meng Tian was still shocked.
In the main hall.
After a series of changes, the ministers felt that their brains were not enough.
At this moment, he could feel Ying Zheng's domineering and valiant aura.
The ministers were speechless.
He looked at the figure that emitted the aura of an emperor with every move.
Everyone was filled with reverence.
The few ministers who were loyal to Ying Zheng were excited beyond words.
He could not help but shed tears.
Their king had finally returned.
As for Lu Buwei's trusted aides and friends…
Trembling with fear.
Originally, they were about to become the subjects of the dragon and enjoy glory and wealth from now on.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground with a pale face.
The king is back!
Not only did he return, but he was also so powerful.
They would inevitably be punished.
Da, da, da…
Footsteps sounded.
Ying Zheng slowly walked forward.
He passed by the excited Meng brothers.
He passed by the ministers who had different thoughts.
He walked past the dazed Lu Buwei.
He walked towards the high and mighty dragon throne that symbolized the throne of the Qin country.
In the hall, everyone subconsciously held their breaths.
Only Ying Zheng's footsteps echoed.
He stretched out his hand.
He gently stroked the armrest of the dragon throne.
Ying Zheng was in a trance.
A few years ago.
He sat on the dragon throne like a clay statue, a puppet that was worshipped.
They watched helplessly as Lu Buwei took control of the government.
Several years later.
He had returned.
From now on, he would be the king of the State of Qin.
No one could defy him!
He slowly turned around and sat on the dragon throne.
He looked down.
He could feel Ying Zheng's cold gaze on him.
Lu Buwei, who had been scared out of his wits, was shocked.
He felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to his head.
Bang!
Lu Buwei suddenly knelt on the ground.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
His forehead hit the ground hard.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
Lu Buwei cried and begged,"
"Great King, spare me! I beg Your Majesty to spare my life!"
"I beg Your Majesty to spare Lu Buwei's life on account of his contributions to Great Qin!”
"Lu Buwei was also muddle-headed and did something wrong. I beg Your Majesty to show mercy!”
"I will do my best to assist Your Majesty in the future!”
"Please spare my life, Great King!"
As he spoke, he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
When Meng Yi and Meng Tian saw this, they sighed in their hearts.
Lu Buwei, who had once dominated the imperial court.
Now, he was like a stray dog, kneeling on the ground and crying, begging for mercy.
The most old rival.
He also felt that it was unreal.
He looked at the figure sitting on the dragon throne.
The two of them were filled with admiration.
Everything was because of the king.
However, he wondered how the King would deal with Lu Buwei.
After all, Ying Zheng had left Xianyang for several years.
Such a long time had passed.
The two of them could no longer see through the current king.
Facing Lu Buwei's begging…
Ying Zheng's heart remained calm.
He was no longer the puppet emperor of the past.
After cultivating in the Daoist temple for several years, his personality had become extremely calm.
And the countless life and death battles in the training tower.
It made him even more decisive in killing.
He looked coldly at Lu Buwei, who was kowtowing.
Ying Zheng waved his hand.
The begging stopped abruptly.
The treacherous minister of a generation had died just like that!
"Meng Tian!"
His sharp gaze swept across the ministers who had ulterior motives.
Ying Zheng shouted.
"Great King!" Meng Tian immediately stepped forward.
"Kill anyone who colludes with Lu Buwei!”
Ying Zheng's voice was filled with an incomparable coldness.
He had been made a figurehead.
It wasn't just Lu Buwei's strength alone.
His henchmen were the backbone of the group and played an important role.
"Yes, sir!"
Meng Tian was excited.
Great Qin was finally back on track!
Immediately.
In the main hall, more than half of the officials were captured.
"Meng Yi!"
said Ying Zheng.
"Yes!" Meng Yi replied.
"Immediately bring Wang Jian and the others back to Xianyang. At the same time, the day of the great sacrifice was postponed to a month later.”
Ying Zheng said slowly.
With that, he took out another item and handed it to Meng Yi.
"This blueprint is for you. Build a statue according to the appearance on it.”
The drawing on the blueprint was precisely Lin Feng's appearance.
"Yes, Great King!"
Meng Yi bowed and agreed.
He looked at the image of the aloof young man with a smile on his lips on the blueprint.
Meng Yi guessed.
Could this be the immortal behind the king?
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