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

"A human holy weapon?"

A barbarian said in a low voice, his gaze falling on that branch.

It was only three feet long, with just a few withered yellow leaves hanging on it, and you could see the cracks on the branch. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary branch.

But the human in front of him used it to kill a barbarian general.

"The divinely bestowed spiritual weapon has also been severed."

A barbarian said with a solemn expression.

The human youth was clearly at his limit, standing on the edge of the cliff looking like he could be blown over by a gust of wind, yet no one dared to move.

All because of the branch he held.

"Qin's mandate..."

Bai Yun and the others looked at Qin Ming, their faces filled with shock.

Using a tree branch as a sword to slay a barbarian general at the Divine Power Realm is unimaginable, but he did it.

"He wielded another's sword, but used his sword intent to unleash an incredible strike, which can be called the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

"He and that person are both monsters."

"It must be a master from the Great Tang Imperial Academy, at the Celestial Realm or even at the Dao Severing Realm."

Some say that only those who practice the way of the sword can understand the terror of that sword strike.

The barbarians secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing their words; if it was only the Celestial Realm or the Dao-Slaying Realm, then it was alright.

As long as they are not human saints.

Humans have saints, and they have heard such rumors, but they do not believe them and even scoff at them.

Saints, what kind of beings are they?

The number of saints produced by the barbarian race over countless years can be counted on one hand, let alone the current human race, which is unlikely to produce any saints.

The barbarian sage said that Heaven would punish humanity, and that no sage would ever emerge again.

Although they didn't know why, they believed in their saint.

Humanity will never produce a saint; that rumor is nothing more than a smokescreen released by humanity itself, a way to comfort themselves.

"Being able to wield such a spiritual weapon shows that you hold a very high position among the human race. If you die, we will have an explanation."

"Our prince cannot die in vain; you will be the sacrifice."

Led by four barbarian warriors at the peak of the Divine Platform Realm, a dark mass of barbarians surged toward the precipice, intending to completely engulf it.

On the precipice, everyone was trembling.

But just when all hope seemed lost, war drums sounded in the distance, and then countless streams of light fell upon this land.

"kill!"

There was a rain of arrows, followed by an overwhelming chorus of battle cries.

As everyone looked beyond the cliff, hope surged forth once more.

"This is the army of our human race!"

Human reinforcements have finally arrived.

"boom!"

A human man clad in black armor stepped through the void and landed on the cliff. With a sweep of his long sword, hundreds of barbarians perished.

"By order of the young general, we have come to rescue Bai Yun, the heir of the Cangyun Royal Palace."

He said that he was a human commander of ten thousand men, at the first level of the Divine Power Realm.

His gaze swept across the room and landed on Qin Ming.

With just one glance, he could tell that Qin Ming was the center of attention, and almost all the attention was on him.

He then assumed that Qin Ming was the heir of the Cangyun Royal Family.

"As expected of the heir of the Cangyun Royal Family, he is already at the second level of the Divine Platform Realm at such a young age. No wonder he attracted the siege of the barbarians."

He said, a hint of surprise on his face.

He remembered that the heir of the Cangyun Royal Palace was not even thirty years old, yet he had already reached the Divine Platform Realm.

Truly a monster.

Qin Ming ignored him, simply tucked the branch back into his waistband, and smoothed the page on his lapel, his gaze calm.

The human commander frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

Just as I was about to speak, a voice rang out from the side.

"I am Bai Yun, the human general. Quickly kill these barbarians and let's return to Zhennan City."

Bai Yun said, and the human race's commander turned his head to look, slightly taken aback.

"Are you Bai Yun?"

He said that although the young man in front of him was also at the Core Formation Realm and was a genius, he was far inferior to the young man on the cliff.

"it's me."

Bai Yun said that he naturally knew what the human commander was thinking.

But that's what it is.

He is far inferior to him.

He admitted it.

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry. The young general has given me an army of 30,000, but they are just some remnants of barbarian troops. I can slaughter them at will."

The human commander said, looking at the battle below the cliff. The human army was completely overwhelming the barbarians, leaving only a thousand or so survivors.

The outcome of this battle is already decided.

However, Bai Yun's expression did not relax at all; instead, it remained solemn.

"General, the barbarian royal envoy will arrive any later."

He said something that made the smile on the face of the human commander vanish, and when he looked at Bai Yun, his expression hardened.

"An envoy from a barbarian royal family?"

"Your Highness is joking. The barbarian royal envoys are at least at the Creation Realm. They would not leave the royal city for matters other than those concerning royalty."

"you……"

"We killed the prince of the barbarian White Wolf clan."

Bai Yun interrupted him and said.

call!

The human commander's breath hitched, and the surrounding humans were also shocked.

The prince of the White Wolf clan is dead!

How is that possible?

Suddenly, the human commander saw the corpse at Qin Ming's feet, and his pupils contracted.

"Batu!"

He recognized Batu, who, like him, was a barbarian general.

He actually died here.

"Walk!"

Then, as if he had just thought of something, he shouted.

He grabbed Bai Yun with one hand, intending to leave immediately, but then a voice came from the sky.

"It's too late to leave."

The sound spread across the land, vast and resounding like the voice of the heavens.

Countless people looked up.

A barbarian man dressed in black ceremonial robes stood in the sky, calmly overlooking the battlefield.

His gaze was like that of a god watching a group of ants frolicking.

"The Realm of Creation!"

"He is an envoy from the barbarian capital."

The human commander exclaimed in horror.

The barbarian envoy simply tossed a short blade, and the human commander fell into the air, his entire body pierced through.

Sold out instantly!

Then, looking back at the still-fighting battlefield, a short blade flew towards the battlefield again, instantly piercing through the entire battlefield.

A single strike killed thousands.

This is the realm of creation!

Having already gained initial control over the power of heaven and earth, they are beings that cannot be killed by sheer numbers. Standing in the sky, they can reap countless lives at will.

"You dare to kill my White Wolf Clan's prince? It seems the human race has forgotten about the Zhennan Prince's Mansion again. Do you want my barbarian tribe to massacre your human race once more?"

He spoke, looking at the humans struggling on the ground with a cold expression.

He never took the human race seriously.

In the barbarian capital, humans are no different from pigs and dogs, merely blood food on a chopping board, a practice that has continued for tens of thousands of years.

"Humans, who gave you the audacity?"

He looked at Qin Ming and said coldly.

The oppressive aura of the Creation Realm pressed down, causing Qin Ming's entire body to tremble. Countless fine drops of blood seeped out, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

The sword that killed Batu had exhausted his life force, and he could no longer lift the sword.

Moreover, even at his peak, he would never have been a match for his barbarian envoy.

We can only rely on the husband.

He looked up at the barbarian envoy in the sky, his eyes showing no fear, only coldness.