DLERB -Chapter 82 I’ll Just Slap You Back With One Hand!

A chilling sword aura surged forward.

Killing intent hit the face.

The poisoned bronze sword sliced through the air, producing a piercing shriek.

It was only three inches away from Ying Ziye’s forehead.

Those three inches.

Were the boundary between life and death.

“Protect the Emperor!!”

“Quick, protect His Majesty!!”

Below the platform, Wang Jian’s eyes were about to split open.

He frantically tried to draw his sword.

But he was too far away.

He simply couldn’t make it in time.

All the guards had already been blocked three zhang away by that strange sword formation.

Li Si collapsed onto the ground in fear.

His face was pale as paper.

It was over.

The heavens of Great Qin were about to collapse!

“Die!!”

Xiang Zhuang’s face twisted into madness.

He was laughing.

He was laughing wildly.

A kind of deranged joy—of finally killing his enemy and restoring his nation.

As long as this sword struck down.

That demon child prince would have his head split open.

And next—

That drunken, pleasure-wasting tyrant Ying Zheng!

Great Chu would rise!

Great Qin would fall!

Today!

The sword tip moved forward.

Two inches.

One inch!

The blue poisonous glow on the blade was already clearly visible.

Ying Ziye sat calmly on his small throne.

He didn’t move.

Not even a blink.

He had just bitten into a grape.

Sweet.

Very sweet.

He looked at Xiang Zhuang right in front of him and frowned slightly.

Not out of fear.

But disgust.

Utter disgust.

“Father Emperor.”

Ying Ziye chewed the grape slowly and spoke vaguely.

His voice wasn’t loud.

But in the deathly silent platform, it rang out clearly and eerily.

“Who invited this guy?”

“He’s baring his teeth like that.”

“His posture is too ugly.”

“It’s ruining my appetite.”

Xiang Zhuang froze for a moment.

This little brat…

Has he gone stupid from fear?

At death’s door, and he’s still saying I’m ugly?

“DIE!!”

Xiang Zhuang roared in fury.

He poured all his inner energy into the strike.

He had to see blood.

He had to take this child’s life!

At that moment—

A hand appeared.

A broad, long, perfectly maintained hand.

Without any warning.

It carried no sword.

No blade.

Not even a memorial scroll.

Just a bare palm.

It moved slowly.

Like a friend casually handing over chopsticks at a dinner table.

Yet it was also fast.

Fast enough to transcend time itself.

Arriving later—but striking first.

It blocked directly in front of the peerless sword.

“Ding——!!”

A clear metallic clang rang out.

Like iron colliding with iron.

It echoed across the entire square.

Time.

Seemed to freeze in that instant.

The screams below stopped abruptly.

Wang Jian’s raised sword hand froze in midair.

Li Si’s mouth hung wide open, enough to fit a fist.

All the citizens stared with widened eyes.

Unable to believe what they were seeing.

On the platform.

Xiang Zhuang remained in his forward-charging posture.

His face was only half a foot away from Ying Ziye.

But he could no longer move.

No matter how hard he struggled or roared, the sword did not budge at all.

Because—

The blade had been caught.

Not just caught.

It was clamped between two fingers.

Like holding a falling leaf.

Effortless.

Xiang Zhuang’s eyes nearly popped out.

This was the famous sword “Duan Shui”!

It could cut hair in mid-air!

It could sever iron like mud!

How could it be stopped by two fingers?!

He looked up violently.

And met a pair of eyes.

Cold. Majestic. Looking at him like he was nothing more than an insect.

Ying Zheng.

The First Emperor of Qin—rumored to be hollowed out by indulgence and alchemy.

At this moment.

He sat steadily on the dragon throne.

Still holding half a potato in his other hand.

“You…”

Xiang Zhuang only managed to utter a single word.

Ying Zheng smiled.

Coldly.

“First swordsman of Chu?”

“Is this all you’ve got?”

Before the words even faded—

Ying Zheng’s two fingers twisted slightly.

Crack!!

A sharp explosion sounded.

The sound of refined steel breaking.

Xiang Zhuang’s priceless sword snapped like a brittle cracker.

Into two pieces.

The broken tip was casually flicked away by Ying Zheng.

“Whoosh!”

A flash of cold light.

“Ah!”

Not far away, another assassin who was about to rush forward let out a miserable scream.

He clutched his throat and collapsed.

Killed in a single strike!

Xiang Zhuang was completely stunned.

His mind went blank.

How was this possible?

The intelligence clearly said Ying Zheng had already become a useless invalid!

What kind of terrifying finger strength was that?

Was this even human?!

Before he could recover—

Ying Zheng moved.

He did not stand up.

He merely raised the right hand that had just snapped the sword.

Five fingers opened.

Palm facing outward.

Then—

He swung his arm in a full arc.

And slapped Xiang Zhuang’s utterly shocked face with all his might!

This strike.

Had no technique.

No martial arts form.

Only pure strength.

Only absolute physical domination.

The wind howled!

The air pressure from the slap even blew Ying Zheng’s fringe aside.

“PAH!!!!!!!”

A deafening crack.

Ten times louder than the earlier explosion.

Some even saw ripples in the air from the impact.

“PFFFT!”

Xiang Zhuang’s head snapped to the side at a bizarre angle.

He felt like he hadn’t been hit by a hand—

but by a charging wild ox head-on.

Half his facial bones shattered instantly.

Over a dozen teeth mixed with blood shot out like scattered petals.

Under the sunlight, those teeth glimmered faintly in a tragic, crystalline arc.

Then—Xiang Zhuang’s entire body flew.

He truly flew.

Feet off the ground.

Like a rag doll thrown backward.

One rotation.

Two rotations.

Three!

He spun a full 1080 degrees in mid-air.

BOOM!

A dull impact.

He slammed heavily onto the edge of the platform three zhang away.

Smashing a human-shaped crater into the solid wooden floor.

He twitched twice.

Then stopped moving.

Only the blood foam continuously pouring from his mouth proved he was still alive.

But his face…

Had swollen into a pig’s head.

Even his own mother would never recognize him as that once elegant First Swordsman of Chu.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Across the entire Xianyang Palace square.

Hundreds of thousands of people.

Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

The remaining dozen assassins stood frozen in place, swords raised.

They looked at Xiang Zhuang lying on the ground, life or death unknown.

Then at the emperor on the dragon throne, calmly wiping his hands.

Their legs trembled uncontrollably.

Go forward?

Go forward my ass!

Their leader had just been slapped into scrap in one hit!

Who would dare go?

Who was tired of living?!

Gulp.

Someone swallowed nervously.

“Your… Your Majesty?”

Li Si knelt on the ground, his voice shaking.

His worldview had collapsed.

After following His Majesty for so many years, he had never known the Emperor had this side!

This level of combat power…

He could probably duel Meng Tian one-on-one!

Wang Jian rubbed his eyes again and again.

As a general, he saw it even more clearly.

That slap’s speed and power were absolutely beyond normal human limits.

It required terrifying physical vitality.

Wasn’t His Majesty supposed to be weak?

Wasn’t he always coughing?

This is what you call weak?!

Then what are we?!

Crippled?!

On the platform.

Ying Ziye finally swallowed the grape in his mouth.

He clapped his little hands.

His expression full of innocent delight.

“Wow!”

“Father Emperor is amazing!”

“So this is the legendary ‘big slap’?”

“The sound is so crisp!”

Ying Zheng glanced at his son.

This kid…

He really plays his role well.

Even though he already knew his true strength.

Still—

That flattery was quite pleasing.

Ying Zheng slowly stood up.

His black dragon robe moved without wind.

A terrifying pressure erupted outward from him in all directions.

At this moment—

Where was there any sign of an old man?

His spine was straight as a pine tree.

His blood and qi surged like a dragon.

He was like a divine sword unsheathed—sharp and unstoppable.

He didn’t even look at the terrified assassins.

Instead, he walked calmly to the edge of the crater.

Looking down.

At Xiang Zhuang, bloodied and twitching.

Ying Zheng shook his head.

His eyes filled with disappointment.

He let out a light sigh.

His voice rang like a great bronze bell across the entire square.

“So this is the so-called First Swordsman of Chu?”

“This is all you’ve got?”

He lightly kicked Xiang Zhuang’s broken sword hand.

His tone filled with undisguised mockery.

“Did you skip breakfast?”