Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 807 Chapter 327: Zhao Feng Leaves Seclusion! Unraveling the Secret Behind Xu Fu!

As Xu Fu concluded his address.

He was struck with astonishment once more.

"You... what dark arts have you employed?"

"Why... why am I unable to control myself?"

Xu Fu gazed at Ying Zheng with profound terror.

Upon this return.

Witnessing the alterations within the Xianyang army, the transformations in the court, and observing Ying Zheng wielding such terrifying might, Xu Fu was utterly consumed by fear.

The Qin of today had evolved into a realm he no longer recognized.

"Xu Fu."

"Did you truly believe Qin could never change?"

"Did you genuinely believe I still required your assistance for this alleged immortality?"

Ying Zheng looked upon Xu Fu with a chilling laugh.

Xu Fu.

Had already been marked for death in Ying Zheng's heart.

Previously, he had presented a poisonous elixir, intending to end his life.

Now, he dared to return once more, offering poison.

To spare him would not quell the burning hatred within Ying Zheng's soul.

"I... I have a true immortal backing me."

"King of Qin, if you slay me, that immortal will not let you off," Xu Fu stammered in his terror.

At this critical juncture.

He could only place his hopes of survival upon that immortal being.

"An immortal?"

"What is there to fear?"

"What does Qin have to fear?"

"If the immortal you speak of possesses such power, why does he hesitate to enter Shenzhou?"

"Is it a lack of valor, or a deficiency in capability?" Ying Zheng jeered coldly.

Upon hearing this.

Xu Fu's heart filled with even greater dread.

He perceived that Ying Zheng possessed considerable knowledge.

The immortal's inability to enter Shenzhou, the Qi fortune of Shenzhou.

It appeared Ying Zheng was privy to all of it!

"Guards."

"Tear Xu Fu apart, limb by limb, for me."

Ying Zheng gestured with his hand, issuing a cold command.

"Yes."

The Imperial Guard Army responded in unison.

And surged towards Xu Fu.

"I am an envoy under the immortal; who dares to lay a hand on me?"

In this desperate moment, Xu Fu unleashed his full strength, mobilizing his spiritual power and erecting a protective barrier around himself.

"Kneel before me."

Ying Zheng fixed his gaze on Xu Fu and bellowed icily.

An overwhelming imperial pressure emanated, coupled with a terrifying surge of national fortune.

"Ah!"

Xu Fu cried out in agony, his summoned spiritual power instantly disintegrating. He felt as though invisible laws were crushing him, forcing him to his knees, utterly unable to move.

The Imperial Guard Army swiftly pinned Xu Fu to the ground.

"Here, tear him apart limb by limb for me."

"I wish for him to suffer an agonizing and unending demise." Ying Zheng commanded, pointing.

The Imperial Guard Army immediately drew their daggers and advanced upon Xu Fu.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty... It was never my intention to betray you; all was orchestrated by the immortal's command. I was coerced, Your Majesty, please spare me... I implore Your Majesty to spare my life..."

Xu Fu pleaded in utter desperation.

At this moment.

Facing the precipice of death, Xu Fu could do naught but grovel for mercy.

Yet, his pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Wait."

A voice echoed from beyond the hall.

Upon hearing it.

The Imperial Guard Army, poised to strike, halted their actions.

A flicker of hope ignited on Xu Fu's face as he hastily turned his head towards the entrance.

A young man, clad in the robes of the Crown Prince and adorned with the King's Crown, entered with measured steps.

"The Crown Prince has emerged from his seclusion."

All the assembled ministers displayed reverence upon witnessing Zhao Feng's arrival.

"Ministers pay their respects to the Crown Prince."

The entire court, civil and military, bowed deeply to Zhao Feng.

From his elevated position.

Ying Zheng's previously furious expression softened slightly as he observed Zhao Feng's entrance.

"The Crown Prince?"

"Not Fusu, nor any son of a Qin King I have encountered before."

"Who is this individual?"

Seeing Zhao Feng, a person entirely unknown to him, Xu Fu was also besieged by bewilderment.

"Rise, all of you."

Zhao Feng extended a hand.

He proceeded slowly towards Xu Fu.

"I shall pose questions, and you shall provide answers."

"Answer incorrectly even once, and I shall ensure your utter annihilation."

Zhao Feng gazed down upon Xu Fu, his voice laced with coldness.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Xu Fu nodded repeatedly.

"Where is the Penglai Immortal Island you mentioned situated?" Zhao Feng inquired.

"It is... located to the east of Shenzhou, beyond the four isles of the rising sun," Xu Fu replied instantly.

"How many immortals do you claim reside at Penglai, and what is their level of power?" Zhao Feng pressed further.

"One."

"Only a single one."

"He subsists on flesh and employs the vital essence of young boys and girls for alchemy. He states that Shenzhou's Qi Fortune is too potent for him to enter.

"He claims the destiny of Shenzhou is foreordained, predicting that its Qi Fortune will eventually wane, and thereafter, the future will witness the convergence of Heaven and Earth, merging into the Earth Immortal Realm."

"This time, my return is not solely to offer poison to His Majesty and plot against him. Crucially, the pure boys and girls of Shenzhou, untainted by external tribulation Qi, are of great use for his cultivation."

At this very moment.

Xu Fu did not dare to conceal anything, for he was fully aware of Ying Zheng's power, which rendered him utterly helpless. He confessed every detail he knew.

"Has the western border of Shenzhou, and indeed the entire world, already been corrupted by these so-called immortals?" Zhao Feng inquired once more.

"This... I do not know."

"But... but I once heard an immortal mention that the regions to the west are the territories of the Buddhist sect and are not under their control," Xu Fu replied, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"Good."

"You are quite honest."

Zhao Feng nodded, a look of satisfaction crossing his features.

"Father."

"I have concluded my questioning," Zhao Feng stated as he turned his head to look at Ying Zheng.

"Since you have finished,"

"Proceed," Ying Zheng commanded with a wave of his hand.

"Crown Prince, I have revealed all that I know. Why must you still kill me?" Xu Fu's complexion turned ashen once more.

"Plotting against my father and aiming to sever the national fortune of Qin – do you truly believe you do not deserve death?"

"Do you assume I am some paragon of virtue?" Zhao Feng retorted with a sneer.

With another sweep of his hand.

The Imperial Guard Army ceased their hesitation.

Brandishing their gleaming blades, they lunged directly towards Xu Fu.

Instantly.

Screams echoed throughout the Grand Council Hall.

Yet, no matter how Xu Fu struggled against his fate, nothing could alter the outcome.

His flesh was stripped away piece by agonizing piece, forcing him to endure unimaginable torment.

Witnessing this brutal scene.

Even the ministers present felt a chilling sensation crawl up their scalps, while Ying Zheng observed with cold indifference, a sense of grim satisfaction washing over him.