Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 476 - 444: Eradicating Qian Shihuang

At this moment, Qian Shihuang neither looked like a human nor a ghost.

However, his consciousness was no different from that of an ordinary person.

He was very aware that the purple-robed elder before him was a terrifying existence, a realm he had dreamt of achieving.

Cataclysmic Realm—The pinnacle of Martial Arts, Martial Saint!

To pursue this realm, only Qian Shihuang himself knew how many things he had done, even pushing himself step by step into an abyss with no hope of return.

Even... he had never imagined that one day he would become what he was now.

And today, at this moment, he was only one last step away from that long-cherished realm.

Qian Shihuang was also very clear about his current state of cultivation; he had absolute confidence that within ten days, or even three, he could take that crucial step to transcend the ordinary and become a true Martial Saint.

But on this day, Qin Sheng had awakened him.

Ever since Qian Shihuang abdicated, every succeeding emperor knew a secret, a secret that only they were qualified to know: the First Emperor had never died but was in closed-off cultivation.

Naturally, this news might be discerned by some with vast divine skills, but there were very few who truly understood the reasons behind it.

Qian Shihuang had practiced a Secret Technique, hoping to break through the final barrier to transcend the ordinary and reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

Yet, he was unable to break through the bottleneck, so he sealed himself within a blood coffin made from ancient Blood Jade, to be awakened only when Qian Country faced its greatest crisis, when the nation’s life or death hung in the balance.

And this time, Qin Sheng had awakened him.

Initially, Qian Shihuang felt indifferent; it was an opportunity to help Qin Sheng solve Qian Country’s present troubles and conveniently deal with Qin Qing and the others. Then, in the following days, he would calmly make the final breakthrough to become a Martial Saint at the pinnacle of Martial Arts!

But now, a true Martial Saint had actually appeared before him.

And at this moment, this Martial Saint was looking at him with cold eyes.

Qian Shihuang was afraid!

He was suddenly filled with immense fear.

He did not want to die! Not now, on the cusp of such an important breakthrough!

He was only one final step away from the Martial Saint...

"Cultivating forbidden Evil Sorcery, turning yourself into something neither human nor ghost, do you really think you can break through to the Martial Saint Realm?"

Gongsun Yuan looked coldly at the pale-faced Qian Shihuang, his intent to kill evident.

"No!"

Qian Shihuang roared lowly, turning to flee.

But in front of a true Martial Saint, his speed was no different from that of an ant crawling.

"Die!"

With a wave of Gongsun Yuan’s hand, a surge of Spiritual Power transformed into a sword light, slashing towards Qian Shihuang.

"Ah..."

Qian Shihuang let out a miserable scream, as if trying to roar out all his frustrations and regrets with that cry.

But the sword light still pierced through his head, shooting out from the center of his forehead.

Qian Shihuang’s arms flung wide, like a bird attempting to take flight, but it would never fly again.

He stared blankly ahead, looking at the expanse of the palace grounds.

This place he had built with his own hands, this place that felt so familiar to him.

Yet, this time, when he burst out from his coffin, he didn’t even have a chance to take a good look at the palace, at the imperial city.

And now he never would!

Of course, his greatest regret was that he never managed to take that last step before he died...

"Bang!"

Qian Shihuang fell down.

His head smashed into the ground, his vitality withering away in an instant, leaving only swirling black mists enveloping his body.

Within the mist, myriad grievances tangled, along with unrefined spirits of the dead.

These ghosts were wailing, screaming, and moaning...

They were the souls wronged by Qian Shihuang.

They had not been liberated, unable to reincarnate, still trapped in endless pain and torment.

"Go. From this day forth, you are all free. Let the souls return to their rightful places and be reborn..."

Unable to bear the sight of this cruel scene, Gongsun Yuan waved his hand, dispersing all the wronged spirits.

At this moment, Qin Sheng, Qin De, and all others within the palace, whether of the Qin Imperial Clan, the full court’s civil and military officials, or the soldiers, all knelt down at this moment.

Everyone bowed in the direction of where Gongsun Yuan stood.

Even though Qian Shihuang had died at the hands of this man, Qin Sheng, Qin Ye, and the others did not dare harbor any thoughts of resistance.

Not for any other reason than the fact that the person before them was a Martial Saint.

This was an existence that they, in their entire lifetimes, could only look up to!

There is also a saying in Martial Arts: when a Saint arrives, one must kneel in tribute.

This means that no matter who you are, even the reigning emperor or the head of a sect, if you are not a Martial Saint, you should kneel when you see a Martial Saint.

Such words might not apply in the vast and ancient countries like Tai’a Ancient Country or the hunting grounds of older nations, but in a small place like Qian Country, this is an unwritten rule indeed.

Not to mention ordinary people seeing a Martial Saint, even the Nascent Soul Ancestors of swordsmanship are revered as deities and deserve utmost worship.

What’s more, who was appearing before these people now but a Martial Saint!

And with the arrival of Gongsun Yuan, the Martial Saint, it meant the end of this war had been declared.

Qin Qing stood in the back; he, too, saw the scene of countless people kneeling.

Aside from him, everyone had knelt down.

Even Bai Qiuhe, Xu Fang, and others were kneeling towards Gongsun Yuan, their expressions of respect and devotion.

At this moment, Qin Qing suddenly understood more clearly.

What imperial power, what connections—in the face of absolute strength, they are simply superfluous.

When you possess absolute power, any mundane shackles are ultimately irrelevant.

"Young Master Qin, have your father and the others get up. There’s no need for such grand formalities," Gongsun Yuan said to Qin Qing.

Qin Qing nodded, turned around, and had his father and his Master Bai Qiuhe and the others rise to their feet.

Naturally, Bai Qiuhe, Qin Yi, and the others also understood that Qin Qing’s relationship with this Martial Saint was no ordinary one.

Otherwise, the Martial Saint would not have intervened at a critical moment and even dealt with Qian Shihuang for Qin Qing.

But everyone was puzzled about what Qin Qing had experienced over the past year in Tai’a Ancient Country, and how he managed to grow his Cultivation to this extent in such a short time.

And, why would a Martial Saint follow Qin Qing to Qian Country and willingly make a move on his behalf?

Naturally, Qin Sheng and the others were equally puzzled.

But their confusion was soon replaced by panic because they knew this was not the time to ponder such questions.

The immediate consideration was how to survive.

"General Zhao, take Qin Sheng, Qin De, and others into custody, detain them in the Heavenly Prison!"

Qin Qing’s words abruptly snapped Zhao Tianyin out of his daze.

He too was in shock.

But he quickly came to his senses.

"Yes, yes!" he hurriedly nodded and then gave orders to his subordinates: "Detain Qin Sheng, Qin De, and all other disgraced members of the Qin Family in the Heavenly Prison!"

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