After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

Are you scared?

Qin Ming looked at Bai Yun and the other two and said.

The three of them focused their attention, gazing at the blood-soaked landscape, their fear disappearing.

"I'm not afraid."

Qin Ming smiled.

"The master said that a swordsman should be fearless, daring to wield his sword against heaven and earth, daring to change the world. But I am facing nothing more than some barbarians."

"What is there to fear?"

Qin Ming swung his sword, as if thunder had broken the dawn, cleaving through the earth and slashing towards the surging barbarian army.

"kill!"

Bai Yun and the other two gritted their teeth and followed.

"These guys are insane, they've all gone mad."

"They even dared to take the initiative."

Further away, on a mountain ridge, a human squad that had been watching this place looked trembling.

"The Zhennan army is about to arrive; can't we delay any longer?"

"That's just asking for trouble!"

The captain, who was leading the charge, cursed angrily and then rushed out of his hiding place, heading towards that battlefield. There were many other human squads like this in other places.

What was originally an encirclement and killing spree quickly turned into a war between two races.

I don't know how many barbarians I killed, or how many swords I swung; all I know is that the surrounding area was filled with corpses and rivers of blood.

After a long time, I became almost numb.

Qin Ming planted his sword in the ground, standing amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Looking up, all I could see was blood.

The fighting continued, but more people were protecting Qin Ming, including Bai Yun and his two companions, who were desperately fighting around Qin Ming.

"He is Qin Ming. I have met him. He is the number one young talent in the Great Tang Academy and the hope for the future of our human race."

Someone said.

With just this one sentence, countless people are willing to die for it.

But the number of barbarian tribes around them kept increasing, reaching thousands, tens of thousands...

Until it leads to despair.

The remaining few hundred people gathered on the cliff top, holding the formidable barrier, and the barbarian army finally stopped its attack.

Because the barbarians had already realized that they were at their last gasp.

"Qin Ming, are you alright?"

Bai Yun and the others looked at Qin Ming, the man who had shielded them from most of the barbarians on the battlefield.

A madman.

Qin Ming looked toward the heart of the barbarian army, where a towering barbarian was walking through the air.

Above the Divine Platform lies the Divine Power Realm, where one is freed from the constraints of the earth, can remain suspended in the air for short periods, and is capable of defeating ten thousand men, a single person against an entire army.

This barbarian was a powerful expert at the Divine Power Realm.

Qin Ming drew his sword, and a sword's cry arose in the void, and thunder roared in the clear sky. This was the sword intent; he was gathering his strength, intending to use the Divine Platform Realm to defeat the Divine Power Realm.

"Qin's mandate!"

They trembled.

These are the pride of their human race.

"So it was you who killed my barbarian prince, Ramo?"

Batu, the strongest barbarian who shouldn't be in Cangyuan Ridge, came through the void and landed in front of a group of humans.

His gaze swept through the crowd and landed on Qin Ming.

The entire human race was shocked.

No wonder these barbarians are so crazy; he actually killed a barbarian prince.

"it's me."

Qin Ming said, stepping out of the crowd and standing in front of everyone.

Batu laughed, a chilling laugh.

"Then you must die."

A punch, carrying immense power, slammed directly towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming did not dodge, but met the attack with his sword.

"Bang!"

Like a kite with a broken string, Qin Ming was blasted away and crashed down the cliff, just a few feet away from falling off.

The longsword broke off and stuck to one side.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

"Your sword is broken, how can you fight now?"

Batu said coldly, walking slowly towards Qin Ming step by step, as if he wanted to completely shatter Qin Ming's confidence.

Qin Ming stood up and pulled out the branch from his waist.

Batu paused, slightly taken aback, upon seeing this.

Tree branch?

At this point, he pulled out a branch?

The people around him were also stunned.

Only Bai Yun and the other two were taken aback by Qin Ming's actions, remembering the glimmer of life under the rainy night.

"Are you going to use this branch to block me?"

Batu laughed, as if he were watching a joke.

"Heh, so-called human prodigies are nothing special."

He said, as the giant axe he carried on his back fell into his hand, and streaks of blood-red veins appeared on the axe, as if the axe had been given sentience.

"This is a spiritual weapon blessed by the saints of my clan. There are more than five cultivators at the Divine Power Realm who have died under its power."

"You can be proud to die by this axe."

With a single tremor, the Blood Axe blasted away the group of humans who tried to block its way, then transformed into a blood-red afterimage and charged towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming held a tree branch in one hand and took a deep breath.

"gentlemen."

He murmured to himself, involuntarily closing his eyes, his mind filled with the image of that figure slashing a sword towards the heavens and earth beneath the heavy snow.

In a daze, it seemed as if a phantom grasped his hand and raised his sword. When he opened his eyes, an unimaginable Daoist aura appeared on his body.

Batu felt a sudden, inexplicable unease.

He felt as if the human youth in front of him had become a completely different person.

"Making a mystery out of nothing."

He remembered the origin of the blood axe in his hand, and his heart was at ease. He then slashed at the human youth who was swinging a tree branch.

But the next moment his expression changed.

What was clearly a branch that hadn't caused a ripple was easily sliced ​​through the Blood Axe the moment it touched it, and the Blood Axe, blessed by the barbarian saint, broke.

It's like rotten wood, breaking at the slightest touch.

How is that possible!

He was horrified, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt a chill on his neck and froze in front of Qin Ming. Half of the blood axe fell from his hand with a thud.

He stared at Qin Ming in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the branch.

"This is……"

Qin Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at him coldly.

"This was personally bestowed by the master. He once used this branch to unleash a mighty sword strike, and it carries a trace of his sword intent."

He said, Batu stared at him intently, his eyes filled with resentment.

Blood Axe was blessed by a barbarian saint, so how could it be inferior to a tree branch given by a human? What's wrong with that?

"boom!"

The massive body collapsed to the ground, splattering blood everywhere. Everyone stared in disbelief at the sight.

This also includes the tens of thousands of barbarians behind them.

This was a powerful barbarian warrior at the Divine Power Realm; how could he have been killed by a tree branch?

"General Batu is dead..."

It took a long time for the barbarians to come to their senses, their faces filled with shock.

Batu was not only the captain of a barbarian squad on the battlefield, but also a barbarian general.

Four barbarian warriors flew over, all of them possessing cultivation levels close to the peak of the Divine Platform Realm. Their expressions were extremely grim as they looked at the scene before them.

Looking at the human youth again, a strange tremor ran through him.

Qin Ming held a tree branch, looked at the four barbarians, and then at the barbarians behind them. All the barbarians felt a chill run down their spines.

What kind of divine weapon is that?

They absolutely refused to believe that it was Qin Ming's power that killed General Batu; that he had merely used the might of the divine weapon.

This branch must have a very significant history.