Inviting the Moon, Zhou Zhiruo: A Husband Should Be Like This!

For the first time today, Ying Changqing showed a serious expression, and for the first time, he solemnly performed a magic hand seal.

Instantly, Zhao Huangchao's heart sank.

He knew that after the initial probing, Ying Changqing was about to get serious.

The next strike will be as powerful as a thunderbolt.

If you cannot resist, you will be trapped in the territory of the Qin Dynasty forever!

Zhao Huangchao dared not slacken his efforts; his imposing manner caused his Taoist robe to flutter in the wind.

Instantly, endless yellow clouds surged from the east behind him, obscuring half the sky and confronting the golden dark clouds above Ying Changqing's head.

The golden clouds and the yellow clouds collided violently, and the sky churned like boiling water.

The ground was swept by raging winds, thunder roared, and oppressive force poured down.

Ying Changqing remained calm and composed, with three five-clawed golden dragons coiling around his body.

He put away his magic spells and walked forward calmly, as if stepping on stairs.

Step by step... step by step... ascending to the heavens.

They stopped only when they reached the horizon.

Ying Changqing gently stroked his sleeves, which were being blown by the wind!

The next moment, the wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and the thunder dissipated.

Zhao Huangchao's efforts have now become a joke.

"This world is more obedient than I imagined!"

Ying Changqing's voice was low and deep.

The wind blew through his hair, and his eyes gleamed with silver light, like the sun, moon, and stars turning.

"True Dragon Treasure Technique: Dragon Control Technique!"

As soon as Ying Changqing finished speaking, golden light shot out from the eastern sky.

The golden light immediately illuminated the entire world.

Everything on Mount Taiyi, including the shadows of grass, trees, and stones, has vanished.

Ying Changqing wore a black robe, the only black in the world.

Zhao Huangchao saw Ying Changqing's body grow larger and smaller, making it hard for him to breathe.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Zhao Huangchao gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"The Dragon-Slaying Technique, Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"

The primordial energy transformed into golden chrysanthemums, emanating a murderous aura.

A streak of crimson lightning cleaved the sky, striking Ying Changqing like divine punishment.

Ying Changqing raised his right hand, his five fingers clenched tightly.

"hold head high--"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens!

A massive golden dragon burst through the clouds, hurtling towards Miaotai Peak to attack Zhao Huangchao and the blood lightning.

Where the golden dragon passed, the high temperature ignited the air.

Instantly, Miaotai Peak and the entire Taiyi Mountain Range trembled.

Those watching struggled to stay upright, but the ground still shook them.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring everyone's view.

They had never imagined that Prince Ying Changqing of the Qin Empire could fight to a draw with Zhao Huangchao, the ancestor of the Liyang royal family of Longhu Mountain.

But now, they are certain that Ying Changqing will not lose.

I just hope the smoke and dust will clear up soon so I can see who wins this battle.

The outcome was already decided, and they knew it perfectly well.

From this day forward, Ying Changqing's name will be known throughout the seven kingdoms and the world.

Young people should soar high and chase the light of the sun and moon.

"Prince Ying Changqing, you did it! You are number one, the strongest in the world!"

Donghuang Taiyi stared at the summit of Miaotai Peak, his shock undisguised.

"What is a prodigy?"

"A prodigy is someone who can do what no one else can. He can do it. This Prince of Qin is a prodigy!"

"His strength far exceeds my imagination; his light will illuminate the darkness."

"In this catastrophe that will last for millennia, humanity's hope rests on his shoulders!"

Bei Mingzi sighed.

He looked at his apprentice Xiaomeng, recalling his decision, his eyes filled with pride.

Everything has settled down.

At the foot of Miaotai Peak.

Everyone stood up and craned their necks, eager to witness the final outcome of this battle!

At this moment, at the summit of Miaotai Peak.

A young man dressed in a long black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. The mountain wind blew, causing his robe to flutter and rustle.

Opposite him, Zhao Huangchao, the once unruly patriarch of the Liyang royal family, was now prostrate on the ground in a sorry state.

His skin was charred in large areas, and the blood seeping from countless cracked wounds had soaked through his Taoist robe, turning it dark red.

If he hadn't been struggling to get up, everyone present would have thought he was dead.

Those present gasped in shock upon witnessing this scene.

"My God, Prince Ying Changqing of the Great Qin Empire has reached such a terrifying level of cultivation!"

"We must immediately send a message to everyone in the sect: we must never make an enemy of this prince of the Great Qin Empire!"

"Ying Changqing is very young. He first defeated Xiaoyaozi of the Taoist sect, and now he has defeated Zhao Huangchao, a peerless master. Such talent is unprecedented."

They had anticipated that Ying Changqing would win, because the power he had just displayed was so terrifying that even the entire Taiyi Mountain was shaking.

But to everyone's surprise, Ying Changqing won so easily, without even getting his clothes dirty.

"I am the Ninth Prince of Korea, but I do not know martial arts."

"Ying Changqing is a prince of Qin, yet he possesses such astonishing martial arts skills, alas!"

"When he fought Xiaoyaozi before, I thought that was his limit, but now that he is fighting Zhao Huangchao, it has completely changed my mind."

"Even though I don't know martial arts, I admire him!"

"He's only eighteen years old, how can his cultivation level be so high?"

Han Fei looked bitter, his tone full of envy and surprise.

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang were filled with shock and admiration, which then ignited a strong fighting spirit within them.

Wei Zhuang pressed his hand against the shark tooth, his voice low but unable to hide his excitement: "I really want to fight Ying Changqing."

"I know I can't beat him, but I'm sure I can learn a lot from fighting against such a top-level player."

"And I'm really curious about just how strong his limits are!"

"Senior brother, if the two of us join forces, can we defeat him?"

Gai Nie shook his head without hesitation: "Ying Changqing's strength is unfathomable. Even if we all attack together, we still can't defeat him."

The two looked at each other and saw the resentment in each other's eyes.

They never imagined they would encounter an opponent of similar age, someone they had to join forces to barely put up a fight.

At this moment, at the top of a bamboo stalk on Mount Taiyi.

The two palace mistresses, Yaoyue and Lianxing, stood on the bamboo leaves, staring at Ying Changqing with eyes as fiery as fire.

Yaoyue never accepts sharing a man with others.

But now, that idea has changed.

She was convinced that Ying Changqing was the only man who had ever moved her heart.

Lianxing looked at Ying Changqing with even more fervor in her eyes.

She even considered ignoring her sister's objections and going directly to confess her feelings to Ying Changqing.

"Sister, let's go find..."

"Return to the Ming Dynasty!"

Lianxing was surprised: "Back to the Ming Dynasty?"

"Sister, if we return to the Ming Dynasty, we'll never see Ying Changqing again!"

Yaoyue nodded firmly: "I must go back. If I can see him again, I don't care how many women he has."

"If I don't see him, then that's my fate."

"But sister..."

No buts!

Yaoyue forcibly dragged her younger sister away from Taiyi Mountain, completely ignoring Lianxing's reluctance.

Emei Mountain in Yuanzhou.

Dressed in a green robe, Zhou Zhiruo, exuding a seductive charm, stared directly at Ying Changqing.

She remembered the order her master gave her that day, telling her to serve the King of Qin.

Zhou Zhiruo hesitated at the time.

She could never forget the boy named Zhang Wuji by the Han River.

But now she no longer hesitated; Ying Changqing had won her over with his strength.

She even felt that being able to serve Ying Changqing was her good fortune, and that following a powerful person would surely lead to a bright future.