Chapter 415: 415- Battle between two (real) Human immortals.

Appearing from within the massive ship, Qin Shi Huang stepped forward staring straight at Zhao Lusi.

Without any words exchange between the two, he then descended slowly from the deck with unhurried steps, as if walking on invisible stairs.

Behind him, slightly slower, came Fang Tian, his face was pale, and his aura unstable, yet his eyes locked tightly onto the scene below.

The moment they started heading down, Zhao Lusi vanished from her rock in a streak of light and shot straight upwards.

In the next instant, she hovered high above them, robes fluttering as she looked down with a lazy, amused smile.

"I like to do the looking down," she said, tone dripping with mockery.

A low chuckle escaped Qin Shi Huang but he didn’t move.

"By all means," he replied, tilting his head slightly. "Enjoy it while you can."

His eyes lifted, sharp and unwavering.

"Because, after today," he added, voice calm but absolute, "I’ll be the one doing the looking down."

Zhao Lusi snickered, ignoring the blatant disrespect.

"Speak," she said. "What do you want?"

Qin Shi Huang met her eyes, a faint smile forming.

"I’m here to take you captive," he said, as if stating a trivial fact. "For the time being."

"Your sect has something I want."

His gaze didn’t waver.

"I’d appreciate it," he finished, almost politely, "if you cooperated."

Zhao Lusi blinked and then she grinned.

"Oh yeah," she said, swirling her wine pouch lightly, "you’ll definitely like it if I cooperate with you."

Her eyes narrowed, excitement flickering within them like wildfire.

"But do you know what I’ll like even more?"

In an instant, an invisible pressure erupted between them as two terrifying forces overlapped.

Zhao Lusi’s Illusion World Law spread outward.

The sky above seemed to blur as if reality itself had become a painted illusion, colors slightly off, space subtly distorted.

At the same time Qin Shi Huang also stepped forward.

The air around him dimmed.

It was not just darkness but absence itself.

Sounds dulled and light faded, even the wind seemed to die.

A suffocating stillness spread outward like a grave swallowing the living.

A Dead World Law.

When the two domains clashed, reality trembled at the point of contact.

Space twisted, then snapped back, unable to decide which rule it should obey.

Below them, Leng Yue’s pupils shrank as her body instinctively retreated.

Even Fang Tian felt his breathing hitch. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Yet at the center of it all, the cause of all.

Zhao Lusi and Qin Shi Huang simply stared at each other.

Their lips slowly curved. They were smiling, even thrilled.

Like two old man who had just found something they both love playing.

The moment their smiles formed, no hesitations remained, they moved.

Zhao Lusi tilted her head slightly and the world behind Qin Shi Huang folded.

Mountains rose where there had been none. Rivers flowed backward through the sky.

Countless phantom figures appeared, each carrying her presence, her aura, each one real, and yet none of them were.

The Illusion World descended fully.

Qin Shi Huang did not turn and he stepped forward once.

One step was all it took and everything behind him died.

The mountains crumbled into gray dust mid-formation. The rivers froze, then shattered into nothingness. The countless Zhao Lusis flickered like candles before being snuffed out one by one.

The Dead World advanced.

Where illusion tried to overwrite reality, he erased it.

Zhao Lusi’s real body appeared again, not far from him, her eyes lighting up.

"Ohhh..." she breathed, almost delighted. "You’re not boring at all."

She vanished while Qin Shi Huang’s gaze shifted slightly to the left.

He lifted a single finger.

Tap.

The space beside him collapsed inward violently and Zhao Lusi reappeared mid-motion, her palm already inches from his neck.

Boom!

When their attacks met, a shockwave exploded outward, tearing the clouds apart and sending the flying vessel above trembling.

Zhao Lusi laughed, her voice bright and unrestrained.

"Yes, yes—this is it!"

Her figure split again, into ten thousand.

Each one attacking from a different angle, each carrying a different fluctuation of qi, different intent, different timing.

All of them felt real, or perhaps all of them were real.

Qin Shi Huang finally stopped moving forward and instead took a deep breath and raise his hand slowly before clenching it.

The space around him collapsed into stillness.

Every incoming Zhao Lusi froze mid-attack.

It wasn’t time, not was it a suppression. No, he was simply deleting it.

Like life itself had been denied.

Then, with a quiet exhale, everything within a hundred-meter radius turned into a silent, colorless domain.

Zhao Lusi’s clones shattered like broken mirrors.

But in that instant, a whisper brushed past his ear.

"Caught you~"

Qin Shi Huang’s eyes narrowed but it was too late as a slender finger tapped the back of his neck.

For the first time, his Dead World flickered.

A ripple spread through it and colour bled back in.

Zhao Lusi appeared behind him, grinning widely.

"My turn."

The illusion condensed inside this time.

Everything, light, sound, sensation collapsed into a single point centered on Qin Shi Huang.

Up became down, near became far.

Even his own body felt... unfamiliar.

His senses were no longer his.

Below, Fang Tian’s pupils shrank.

He couldn’t understand what he was seeing anymore.

Because nothing made sense.

And that was the true horror of Zhao Lusi’s power.

Yet within that broken perception, Qin Shi Huang smiled.

"...Interesting."

Zhao Lusi’s voice echoed,

"I know. I’d be really disappointed if this was all it took to bring you down after all these years."

Qin Shi Huang replied calmly,

"Don’t worry, I’ll live up to your expectations."

He snapped his fingers, adding,

"I was merely marveling at the creation."

Shortly after that snap, a faint crack echoed.

At first, it was subtle but Zhao Lusi’s expression shifted at the very sight of it.

"Oh?"

The crack spread soon after, thin at first and then it was everywhere.

Fractures raced across the illusion, splintering through space itself.

Zhao Lusi’s condensed domain shattered into countless shards, each fragment reflecting a different version of Qin Shi Huang—standing, kneeling, bleeding, dead.

All of them were shattered and the reflections collapsed in unison.

And from the ruin Qin Shi Huang stepped out.

The world behind him peeled away like rotting parchment, curling and flaking into colorless fragments that dissolved before they could ever touch the ground.