When the Ziwei Holy Earthquake shattered the void and grabbed the imperial city, the jade pendant on Qin Zheng's waist suddenly reflected the shadow of the Eight Hundred Traps camp - the fragments of the sacred weapon that had just been chopped off by Lu Bu last night were now forming the patterns of the [Emperor-killing God-Slaying Formation] under the soldiers' feet. Before Empress Beidou's heaven-shielding jade hand fell, Wang Shouren cut off three of her immortal fingers using bamboo slips from the "Book of Records".
"Confucianism and Taoism can't kill people?"
Qin Zheng lightly knocked on the dragon chair, and the golden laws of Yangming's philosophy suddenly appeared among the stars. The phantoms of three thousand Confucian scholars took up their pens to rewrite the way of heaven, and directly calculated the spiritual veins of the fairy mountains in the Holy Land of Ziwei into calculus equations. As Lu Bu swept his halberd across the sky, half of the saint's head in the star field turned into a lantern held by the tip of his halberd, making the plaque of the Great Qin Heavenly Court more dazzling than the scorching sun.
