Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

"Roar!"

After absorbing the spiritual light from the depths of the universe, the Fortune Golden Dragon began its transformation.

I saw his entire body radiate with brilliant light, his size soaring to an astonishing billion-mile giant, his dragon roar terrifying, his dragon might overwhelming, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands, enveloping the Heavenly Universe in all directions.

Beneath the Fortune Golden Dragon, eight clusters of auspicious clouds solidified.

They are the Seals of Imperial Civilization, Merit Civilization, Strategy Civilization, Kingly Civilization, Buddhist Civilization, Dao Civilization, General Civilization, and Kill Civilization, respectively.

Each cluster of Civilization Seal emanates an invincible terrifying will.

Among them, the Seal of Imperial Civilization serves as the main trunk, while the other Civilization Seals are its branches.

At this moment.

Within the Mysterious Universe realm, all Qin Dynasty citizens only need to look up to see a giant dragon seemingly cast in colored glaze, bestowing fortune upon the world and protecting all beings.

Gradually, the spiritual light from the depths of the universe weakened.

Half an hour later.

This wave of spiritual light completely disappeared.

It was also at this moment, the Fortune Golden Dragon advanced to become the Fortune Spirit Dragon.

Spirit Dragon!

Corresponding to a fourth-grade civilization.

In lower-level universes, it often exists as a unicorn-like presence.

Even in mid-level universes, filled with strong individuals, it is not just any insignificant creature, but a second-rate power dominating one side, revered by billions of beings.

"Succeeded!"

On the altar, Qin Wudao looked at the Fortune Spirit Dragon above and smiled slightly.

He was not surprised by this result at all.

Because the Qin Dynasty occupies one side of the universe, its comprehensive national power comparable to a fifth-grade civilization, and possessing the combat power to defy and slaughter Creation Realm Martial Artists. Advancing to a fourth-grade civilization is no challenge at all?

No difficulty at all!

But in the next instant, Qin Wudao's smile vanished, and he looked up towards the endless stars beyond the realms.

At this time, the edge of the Mysterious Universe's starry sky was torn apart by a terrifying force, and four figures walked out, emitting overwhelming aura, twisting time and space, annihilating the universe.

The leader was precisely Zhao, the Hall Master, with a pipe in his mouth, albeit absent the usual smile, filled with endless coldness.

Behind him stood three assassins wearing black robes, with gold masks, indistinguishable by gender.

Gold medal assassins!

Gold medal assassins in mid-level universes all possess Creation Realm strength.

"Offended the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall, still dreaming of advancing to a fourth-grade civilization, dream on!"

Zhao, the Hall Master, took a deep breath of smoke, magically blew out several smoke rings, and said coldly.

His voice was not loud, yet it echoed through the neighboring universes, falling upon countless beings' ears, causing many strong individuals to change expressions dramatically, their hair standing on end, as if hearing a taboo.

"Who?"

"Dares provoke that group of maniacs?"

A Warrior somewhat aware of the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall's background swallowed saliva and said tremblingly.

Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall!

That is one of the forces most not to be provoked within the scope of the Heavenly River Universe.

"Qin Dynasty is doomed!"

Within the Great Underworld Universe, in the central grand realm, a black building levitates in the air, majestic and awe-inspiring, shrouded in terrifying aura, suppressing endless time and space.

In the highest palace, on the ninety-nine-story imperial steps, a man wearing a black imperial robe reclined on the thone, murmuring to himself.

His eyes glowed red, like two blood-colored gems, emitting endless evil energy, staring intently at the Mysterious Universe.

"Your Majesty Underworld Emperor, with Qin Dynasty's fall, we have no external troubles!"

Beneath the imperial steps, many figures stood, led by an elder who stepped out, smiling as he spoke.

"External troubles?"

The Underworld Emperor tapped his fingers on the armrest, smiling as he said, "Over the years, the population in the Great Underworld Universe has surged, resource consumption too excessive, already constraining our universe's development!"

The people below were stunned.

When has the population of the Great Underworld Universe ever been less?

Have resources not always been insufficient?

But soon, some wise ones caught the undertone in the Underworld Emperor's words, their eyes shining with excitement, kneeling on the ground and shouting, "Requesting battle!"

Requesting battle!

Long ago, the Great Underworld Universe wanted to take over the Mysterious Universe and plunder its resources.

But it was never implemented.

Because the strength of the Mysterious Universe was not weak.

Despite the Mysterious Universe's various races governing autonomously, there are truly many Unity Realm Stage Martial Artists—nearly ten thousand. When facing the threat of cosmic extinction, they would quickly stand on a united front.

And the Great Underworld Universe?

Although unified early, it was not confident in swallowing the Mysterious Universe whole.

But now, the timing is right!

As long as the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall exterminates the Qin Dynasty, severely damaging the peak forces of the Mysterious Universe, they can sweep through the Mysterious Universe.

"Order, gather all major legions of Great Underworld Universe..."

On the throne, the Underworld Emperor looked down at the kneeling crowd, showing a slight smile, commanding imposingly.

...

Dream on!

These two words also echoed within the Mysterious Universe, falling upon countless Qin Dynasty citizens' ears, lingering long.

This made all Qin Dynasty citizens angry.

"Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall's strong ones have finally made a move!"

Qin Wudao looked at Zhao, the Hall Master, and his group, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, somewhat shocked in his heart, a total of four Creation Realm Martial Artists.

The Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall strikes ruthlessly!

However.

He quickly calmed down.

He was confident that as long as there were no Martial Artists above the Creation Realm, the Qin Dynasty was fearless.

Emperor Han Wu Liu Che!

The Twelve Golden Men!

And Terracotta Warriors, Lu Ban, Di Renjie, Gui Guzi...

Et cetera!

These are all the Qin Dynasty's trump cards!

"Would you care to reason?"

Qin Wudao stepped onto the sky, stared at Zhao, the Hall Master, and asked.

"Are you joking? What assassin ever wanted to reason? Moreover, to be honest, they do not have the qualification to reason with the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall!"

Zhao, the Hall Master, took a few puffs of smoke and shook his head as he said.

Qin Wudao nodded slightly, did not speak further, nor explained the conflict between the Qin Dynasty and Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall was initiated by the latter.

Because it was unnecessary!

Some people adhere to rules, so reasoning and rules apply.

But most people do not reason, nor discern right from wrong.

Typically, such people only weigh strength to decide.

"Kill!"

Zhao, the Hall Master, did not intend to waste words, waved the pipe in his hand, and coldly commanded.

As his words fell, the three gold medal assassins behind him disappeared out of thin air, only to reappear beyond the Great Wall, unleashing three terrifying attacks.

Endless killing intent soared into the sky.

Extreme Evil Qi enveloped the universe.

Each attack buries countless souls, contains unmatched death energy, driving all beings towards extinction, driving the universe towards destruction.

For assassins, concealment is crucial, seldom exposing themselves.

But to enter the Mysterious Universe, they must demolish the Great Wall.

"A bunch of unsightly things dare challenge the might of Qin Dynasty, perish!"

Seeing the three attacks about to fall, above the Great Wall, Liu Che's figure appeared out of thin air, dressed in a black robe, with the King Sword on his waist, surrounded by the aura of a king, commanding all heavens.

He looked down at the attack beyond the Great Wall, did not draw the sword, but clenched his right fist and punched forcefully.

This punch!

For power!

Also for martial!

Even more for slaying!