Global live broadcast, my Immortal Qin Empire was exposed

"Isn't that the end of it?"

"It's only been a while."

"I really didn't expect that old principal Bai Qi could win so easily."

"It seems like he didn't use any big moves from the beginning to the end. He actually hit the opponent directly and surrendered."

"This is not called a magnification move. You didn't see the vision that filled the sky just now, right? The entire universe was dyed red."

"Even the sun was dyed blood red. For just a moment, I thought the world was going to end."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the color of the world changes in a moment. He is only a semi-saint. It would be better if he becomes a saint."

"The most terrifying thing is that all those millions of dead souls died at his hands. This is the real massacre of people."

"Killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand people is a hero, and killing millions is a hero among heroes. Now I probably understand what Mr. Bai Qi did before."

"One general's success will lead to tens of thousands of bones being withered. Mr. Bai Qi is going to kill to prove his truth. No wonder the god of death on the other side was so frightened that he surrendered directly."

"What is the concept of killing 100 million people? Even if 100 million pigs are put in front of me to kill, I will still die from exhaustion."

"Let me give you an example. The two atomic bombs dropped on Xiaoli only took away more than 40 Japs. Mr. Bai Qi is equivalent to several atomic bombs."

"Facts have proved that anyone from Da Qin, whether a child or an old man, cannot be looked down upon."

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While the audiences from all over the world in the live broadcast room were sighing, the faces of the gods in the Olympus Domain were also particularly ugly.

With the defeat of the God of Death, the Olympus Domain lost two games in a row and was already facing a big headwind.

If we still lose in the next game, we will be in trouble if we want to tie.

Thinking of this, they began to pray silently in their hearts, praying that the next round of drawing would not draw perverted strong men like Qin Jiao and Bai Qi.

Now they no longer dare to look down upon anyone on the Da Qin side.

At this moment, Qin Tian, ​​the lord of Great Qin, spoke again.

"God King Zeus, can you start the third round of drawing lots?"

Hearing Qin Tian's words, Zeus nodded even though his expression was ugly.

In the next second, two lottery tubes were delivered to them.

Zeus took the lead in drawing lots, and the moment he got the bamboo stick, a portrait appeared in front of him.

In the portrait, a slender man covered in a black hat is holding a long knife, and behind him is a ferocious ghost and god with teeth and claws.

The whole person looked domineering and sinister.

Seeing this man, Zeus's face suddenly showed a hint of hope.

The next second he looked at Qin Tian.

"Dear Your Majesty the Emperor of Great Qin, this time we are going to fight against the God of the River Styx - Charon. He is also a god from the underworld and is responsible for the extradition of dead souls. I don't know who Great Qin sent."

As soon as Zeus finished speaking, a bamboo stick appeared in Qin Tian's hand.

Also appearing at the same time was a skinny old man with white hair and a Taoist robe.

Seeing this old man, Qin Tian's face suddenly showed a hint of understanding, and he immediately said:

"Zhenzhen Zhang, thank you for your help."

As Qin Tian finished speaking, an old Taoist who looked exactly like the portrait, with white hair and a body like a green pine, walked out of the crowd.

His steps were so light that a gust of wind could blow him away.

After the old Taoist walked out of the crowd, he immediately walked to Qin Tian and bowed.

"Your Majesty's order, the veteran should do his best."

After saying that, he smiled warmly at Zeus.

There was nothing offensive or unusual about it at all.

However, with the lessons learned from Bai Qi earlier, Zeus took the opportunity to look at the reactions of everyone in Da Qin. After seeing that their expressions were still calm, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked behind him.

"Charon, come out."

As soon as Zeus finished speaking, a tall and thin god who looked exactly like the previous portrait came out.

As soon as he appeared, everyone felt that the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

His expressionless face made him look like a corpse.

But he didn't say anything after he came out, which made the atmosphere even more weird.

The people in Blue Star who were not far away from him immediately started talking in low voices after seeing this situation.

"Why does this man look so weird? Are you sure he is alive?"

"I don't know, his appearance alone can make children cry."

"Sure enough, people from the underworld are full of such evil spirits."

"But one thing is for sure, he does seem to be better at fighting than the previous Death God."

"I wonder what kind of skills this old Taoist priest has, whether he can fight, or whether he can be slaughtered by himself like Mr. Bai Qi."

"It shouldn't be."

Before everyone in Blue Star could come up with a conclusion from their discussion, Charon, the God of Styx Crossing, walked straight towards the Battlefield of Gods without saying a word.

The moment he stepped out of the mirage, a small boat appeared at his feet, along with a long and thin bamboo pole.

As he gently swung the bamboo pole, the boat immediately flew towards the Battlefield of Gods, and ghosts and gods with ferocious faces could be vaguely seen wailing beside the boat.

After Charon left, Master Zhang waved the fly whisk in his hand, and a white cloud appeared under his feet.

The next second he drove the white clouds away leisurely.

This celestial appearance immediately made the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room sparkle.

"This old Taoist priest looks like he has two brushes."

"It fits my fantasy of gods."

"Indeed, if I had seen him soaring in the clouds and riding on the mist, I would have knelt down to kowtow to him twice."

"I just don't know how it is in terms of combat effectiveness. It doesn't look very fierce."

"Very kind and kind."

"Is there a possibility that this is just an appearance? Later, they will take off your Taoist robe to expose all the tendons on your body, and then they will hold down that Styx Crossing God and beat him up."

"If you say so, I'm excited."

Just as the audience was talking to each other, Charon and Zhang Zhenren also arrived at the battlefield of God.

The two were thousands of meters apart, and there was no communication when they met. The bamboo pole used to cross the river in Charon's hand transformed into a long knife as long as his body.

He gently pushed the blade, and a dark blade light lit up in the battlefield of gods. Countless ghosts of wronged souls took advantage of this opportunity to fly out of his scabbard.

When the sword light appeared, a river of Styx about a kilometer wide stretched between the two people, and endless resentful spirits were tumbling and struggling in it.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhenren's face suddenly showed an expression of interest.

At this moment, a series of aggregations of ghosts and gods exuding powerful resentment suddenly jumped out of the Styx in front of him, and then turned into dark ghost hands, trying to pull him into the river.

It was clear that Charon's attack had arrived.

As the God of Styx, he has the ability to control the Styx, which has existed since the creation of the Olympus Domain. Countless dead souls with sins sink in it, and they wash away their sins in it day and night.

Even a strong man at the level of the Lord God cannot escape if he falls into the River Styx.

However, facing Charon's method, Zhang Zhenren was neither anxious nor panicked. Instead, he walked slowly towards the Styx with a smile on his face in front of Charon.