This Xu Fu plotted against him for many years, and if not for his own son, he might never have discovered it until his death.
Today is also about settling scores.
Amid Xu Fu's prolonged wailing.
Finally.
Life ceased.
"Throw his body out to feed the dogs."
Ying Zheng glanced coldly.
"Understood."
The Imperial Guard Army immediately cleaned up the body.
And above the void.
Xu Fu's soul floated.
"Ying Zheng."
"The Immortals will take your life sooner or later."
Xu Fu's soul, filled with hatred, glared at Ying Zheng, emitting a soul's howl.
However.
He did not notice.
The eyes of all the ministers, as well as those of Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng, were focused on his soul body.
"Do you think I have no means to deal with your soul?" Ying Zheng sneered coldly.
With a wave of his hand.
The National Treasure appeared.
Accompanied by a rolling pressure of National Fortune.
"Convey my decree."
"Eternally suppress Xu Fu's soul in Qin, never to transcend."
