107: Chapter 99 Within the Four Seas, All Are Subjects of the King

This cross-divine-system trump card was now in the First Emperor of Qin's hands.

The First Emperor of Qin slightly clenched his five fingers.

A heavy, black-gold imperial might forcefully poured into the transparent crystal.

Inside the crystal, the originally intricate and bizarre maya inscriptions, under the crushing force of the overwhelmingly dominant imperial qi, emitted sounds of corrosion and were forcefully erased.

Golden light burst forth.

The code within the crystal was brutally recompiled; the originally intricate and bizarre maya inscriptions completely vanished, replaced by Great Qin's unique Nine-Fold Seal Script, with its horizontal and vertical strokes, each etched deep into the core of this crystal.

From this moment on, the laws of this foreign land would only recognize the character 'Qin'.

In mid-air, Tamamo-no-Mae and the great demons charging at the forefront simultaneously felt a sudden tightening in their chests, as if someone had grasped a string deep within their souls and tugged hard.

A high-dimensional law fluctuation, crossing divine systems and directly altering the underlying logic, descended upon this battlefield without warning.

An inexplicable shiver, beyond their control, surged from the depths of their souls.

The charging pace of the million-demon tide experienced a moment of bizarre stagnation.

It was like a galloping beast having the scruff of its neck forcefully seized.

"Within the four seas, all are my subjects."

The First Emperor of Qin, with the mandate of heaven in his mouth, uttered these eight true words.

The instant his voice fell, he exerted force with his five fingers, crushing the crystal, now fused with Great Qin's laws, into smithereens.

A dark-golden pillar of light shot into the sky, exploding high above and transforming into golden streaks of light that enveloped the entire battlefield.

At the same time, tens of thousands of terracotta warriors in the front ranks of the Great Qin army formation made a move that surprised everyone.

They fearlessly lowered the bronze ge in their hands.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

There was no hesitation, no wailing.

Their hard clay bodies, guided by the laws, actively developed cracks.

One, two, more and more.

Not a single terracotta figure retreated, nor did any make a sound.

Dark-red military soul fire seeped through the cracks, burning quietly under the bloody sky-light of Yomi Hirasaka.

Then, tens of thousands of terracotta figures completely shattered at the same instant.

They weren't broken by force; they disintegrated on their own.

Innumerable dark-golden streaks of light surged from the shattered clay, dense as a sudden downpour, covering the sky and rushing straight towards the enemy's brow.

"Boom!"

The subjugation brand and imperial law underwent a violent nuclear transformation the moment they touched the souls of the demonic creatures.

This was not physical damage, but absolute spiritual domination.

The Hyakki Yakō army, which a second ago had been ferociously baring its fangs and raising katanas to attack, had its backbone instantly extracted the moment the streaking light entered their bodies.

Their massive bodies lost balance under immense inertia.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Knees crashed heavily onto the rough rocks, bone-cracking sounds echoing everywhere.

Shuten Dōji, charging at the very front, spat out black blood, desperately propping himself up with his hands, trying to stand, but the high-dimensional imperial law pressed down like a mountain of lead.

He roared and struggled, but ultimately, under the absolute pressure, he humiliatingly slammed his head heavily onto Great Qin's black earth.

Following closely were Daitengu, Jorōgumo...

The front-row demon generals were the first to hit the ground on both knees, heavy thudding sounds spreading from front to back, wave after wave, into the depths of the demon formation.

The million-strong Yomi demon tide, covering mountains and plains, collectively prostrated themselves towards the First Emperor of Qin.

Tamamo-no-Mae's wild laughter completely froze.

Her eyes bulged, bloodshot, as she stared in disbelief at the ground beneath her feet.

Her million-demon tide, which she had proudly cultivated at the cost of her essence, knelt in swathes before even touching Great Qin's army formation.

The dark-golden light of mental control rapidly spread backward through the demon formation.

Even the demons in the rear ranks, who had not been directly touched by the streaking light, were swayed and turned their allegiance due to the chain reaction of this domineering law.

Once the subjugation brand was implanted, it would recognize only one master.

The katanas and sharp claws, originally aimed at Great Qin's forces, instantly turned their blades upon rising.

There was no hesitation, no doubt.

Their crimson eyes fixed on their new targets, mercilessly striking down Tamamo-no-Mae's personal guards, who remained uncontrolled in mid-air.

"Pfft—"

Blades sliced through flesh and blood.

The entire Yomi battlefield plunged into a bizarre, chaotic battle of defection.

Demons tore at each other, former comrades clashed with swords, and screams and bone-cracking sounds merged into a single cacophony.

The million-demon tide, in an instant, became Great Qin's pawns.

Amidst the bloody storm, the First Emperor of Qin stood before the army formation, his dark imperial robe billowing in the wind.

He slowly raised his eyes, calmly looking at Tamamo-no-Mae, who had become a lone commander, trembling all over in the high sky.

Tamamo-no-Mae hovered in the sky for a moment, with no troops left to command beneath her.

Her nine fox tails were stiff in mid-air, every hair tip trembling faintly.

The First Emperor of Qin did not pursue.

He lowered his gaze, withdrawing his sight from Tamamo-no-Mae in the sky, and unhurriedly pushed the Tianwen Sword back into its sheath.

In that interval, Tamamo-no-Mae seized the moment her vision was disengaged, transforming into several black mists, wrapping her last wisp of vital essence, and frantically fled deep into Yomi.

He merely turned his head, glanced at the dissipating black mists, and spoke calmly, as if noting a trivial matter.

"Fast runner."

The words weren't harsh, but the Chinese Heroic Spirits behind him understood that it was not forgiveness.

It was merely a hunter's casual note of prey temporarily vanishing from sight.

Pei Duo stood before the freed Chinese Heroic Spirits; the ground beneath her feet still trembled slightly, and the warmth seeping from her leg wound reminded her this was not an illusion.

She didn't speak, just looked up at the Great Qin Black Dragon Banner unfurling above the battlefield.

In her palm, the dull black jade pendant felt heavy, with no sensation, no different from an ordinary stone.

But it was enough.

Just as she was about to stand up, the jade pendant suddenly felt slightly warm.

Not divine power, nor any sound.

Just a faint warmth, as if someone, across a thousand mountains and rivers, had lazily flicked her head with a knuckle.

Pei Duo was stunned.

She lowered her head, staring at the dull black stone in her palm, watching it in silence for a long time.

There was still wind on the battlefield, the smell of blood hadn't dispersed, and the wound on her leg still seeped warmth.

But that understated warmth overshadowed everything else.

She slowly broke into a smile.