Chapter 457 Anyone suspected of ruining your majesty's plan will be executed!

The captured assassins opened their eyes wide at first, unable to believe what they saw.

It was not until Zhang Han lay on the edge of the cliff, poked his head out, looked down, and let out an unwilling and desperate roar that they were finally sure.

They sacrificed their lives, abandoned their hidden plans, and tried their best to assassinate Ying Zheng, but they couldn't even get close to him, and he died.

Ying Zheng, who single-handedly made the people of the six kingdoms afraid to speak loudly, fell from the cliff on the top of Mount Tai! He was really dead!

"God has eyes! Hahahaha!"

"Heaven and earth join forces! Let's kill this beast together! Qin deserves to be destroyed!"

"The vast world will be determined by the rise and fall of the Lord of Chu who is reborn from Nirvana!"

They kowtowed in joy to thank the heaven and earth, laughing wildly and almost dying. Their faces were distorted beyond human form, just like the death of the First Emperor.

"ah!"

Kneeling on the edge of the cliff, with his waist bent like an arch, Zhang Han let out a long cry to the sky.

This imperial physician who was entrusted with the important task of protecting the First Emperor, showed everyone his peerless martial arts skills only after the First Emperor's death!

His forehead, the back of his hands, and all the exposed skin were all covered with blue veins twisting like those of a giant worm!

The ordinary Qin sword in his hand turned into a white flash. The white flash appeared briefly between heaven and earth. The light of the setting sun was not inferior to this light by a millimeter, but it was the difference between a firefly and the bright moon!

This sword seemed to be able to cut the heaven and earth apart! He wanted the world to return to earth, fire, water and wind, and return to the eternal and silent chaos!

It was like a moment of time was stolen, like the image was fast-forwarded.

The previous second, the assassins were shouting and Zhang Han was roaring.

The next second, heaven and earth were in silence, and the black skeleton armor was stained with blood!

Screaming

The sound of Qin's sword being sheathed was extremely harsh. The blood on the sword was squeezed out when it was sheathed, and the splattering blood was about to turn Zhang Han's right hand into red skin!

At Zhang Han's feet, the assassins' bodies were all lying on the ground, with their heads either close at hand or several meters away from their bodies.

The blood flowed into a river, nourishing the green pines and cypresses on the top of the world's highest mountain!

Blood kept dripping from the armor, and there was little part of Zhang Han's body that was not stained with blood, as if he had rolled in a pool of blood in the underworld.

He was like an evil demon from hell, his voice colder than the chilling wind in the underworld. He looked at the ministers who were so shocked that they had no time to react.

"Anyone who curses your majesty will be killed without mercy!"

In front of the stone tablet, Li Si, who had inscribed a poem about the mountain, held a sword in his hand, with fear and confusion still evident on his naturally rigid face.

But after Zhang Han's cold words spread throughout the audience, that face quickly became as rigid as Qin Lu's.

With a face that looked inflexible, Li Si walked up to Zhang Han and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

His voice was not as cold as Zhang Han's, but as a former court judge and now prime minister, his words contained the majesty of judgment and the oppression of power.

"Anyone who claims that your majesty has passed away will have their entire clan exterminated!"

Zhang Han was in charge of military force, and Li Si was in charge of power.

The two men stood together and issued a gag order to the Qin officials who were qualified to participate in the Fengshan ceremony.

The death of the First Emperor must never be spread outside!

Whoever spreads it will die, and all three clans will be wiped out!

Among the Qin officials present were old men who had followed the First Emperor when he was not yet the King of Qin.

There are also newcomers who have just been recruited as doctors.

There were also people who were neither new nor old and came to Qin to recruit talents after the First Emperor became the King of Qin.

They were terrified, panic-stricken and at a loss.

They stared blankly at the cliff where the First Emperor disappeared, their hearts full of disbelief.

This extremely real world now seems extremely unreal in their eyes.

Your Majesty, dead?

Your Majesty, how could you die?

They were smacking their lips, shaking their hands, and trembling their feet. Each of these ministers was extremely important and any one of them could cause a stir in the world. But at this moment, their performance was extremely bad.

It's like a child who has lost his mother, a disciple who has been expelled from his master's sect, and a rebellious person who is not tolerated by heaven and earth.

They used to be full of clever ideas, but now they have lost their ability to think.

Their gaze moved from the edge of the cliff to the thick blood, the headless corpse, and the figures of Zhang Han and Li Si standing side by side.

The heart inside their body that was beating wildly in all directions, as if it did not belong to them, was suddenly supported by the backbone that suddenly appeared!

Listen to the doctor's order... Listen to the left prime minister...

Don't take the lead and don't make decisions.

No merit, no fault.

"From today until Xianyang, you are not allowed to go out and leave the protection of the officials. If you violate this rule, don't blame Han for not recognizing the old friendship and killing relatives for the sake of justice. I am sorry to have to inconvenience you gentlemen for now."

Under the supervision , the ministers went down the mountain in silence and in an orderly manner.

They were unable to lift their legs and their steps were mechanical, like zombies.

In the crowd, Zhao Gongming, who was riding a black tiger had a frown on his face.

A group of shadow guards stared at him with eager eyes, holding Qin swords, as if they would chop him down in the next second!

Zhang Han, who was highly skilled in martial arts, walked through the crowd of shadow guards and came in front of Zhao Gongming.

"Zhao Shangqing, please get off the tiger."

The black tiger felt threatened and impatiently shook its head, crouching down as if to pounce, its mouth open and saliva dripping.

Zhao Gongming patted the word "王" on the black tiger's head hard to calm the black tiger down.

"There are so many people here now. I will get off the tiger and go with you. Without my control, the black tiger may hurt someone. When the crowd disperses, I will get off release the tiger back to the mountain. You can go to Xianyang with me."

Zhang Han was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Can."

He had seen how powerful this black tiger was. Without Zhao Gongming's control, it would be very difficult to subdue the black tiger. It would require the lives of at least a dozen Shadow Guards.

The beast can't talk, so there's no need to sacrifice thousands of carefully selected shadow guards for a black tiger that can't leak secrets.

On the top of the mountain, the crowd gradually thinned out.

Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes, and the vision in his pupils went from clear to blurry.

He turned his head, looked at the place where the First Emperor fell off the cliff, and lowered his head slightly.

The blurred vision remained blurred, the monotonous white had no color, and he saw nothing...

Suddenly, a fierce black light flashed in his eyes!

Along with it came a cold and stern voice.

"Zhao Shangqing, please get off the tiger."

Zhao Gongming closed his eyes and opened them again, and saw that Zhang Han, who had been in front of the black tiger just now, had moved to the back of the black tiger, blocking his way.

The dark-faced man stared at Zhang Han's face.

"You are emotionally stable, much more so than you let on."

Zhang Han remained stern and unmoved, repeating in a louder voice:

"Zhao Shangqing, please get off the tiger!"

Zhao Gongming gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and said in an unwilling voice:

"There's no one around now, Zhang Han, tell me! His Majesty is not dead, right?"

Zhao Gongming stared at Zhang Han.

His qi-gazing technique did not reveal the noble black bird. He counted five times with his fingers, but there was no Ziwei bird!

But the black-faced man just didn't want to believe that the First Emperor was dead.

Zhang Han's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and without saying a word, he cut him down with one sword!

The long sword was draped down like a rainbow from the sky!

Anyone!