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

This is his confidence; he is only a new saint, but behind him stand thirteen saints.

Countless powerful figures lurk within the Qin capital, having laid a net of heaven and earth, where even saints would shed blood.

"My human race's sage, do you feel any fear upon seeing this scene?"

Ye Xun looked at Lin Fan with hatred in his eyes.

"Even saints die."

He said that standing on the imperial throne, he truly felt like an unparalleled emperor, looking down on everything, and no longer even showing awe to saints.

These words left the woman in blue and the others behind her trembling with shock.

"Where is the Emperor of my Great Qin?"

Someone asked, not looking at Ye Xun, but at the Qin Palace and the thirteen figures on the palace gate wall.

"I am the Emperor of Qin. Since you have come before me, why do you not kneel?"

Ye Xun looked at them, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The woman in blue and the others looked at Ye Xun, then at the thirteen saints, and smiled contemptuously.

"You are not worthy to be called the Human Emperor."

"You're not even worthy of being human; you're more suited to being a beast."

The woman in blue said that they entered the Starry Sea and killed the sea creatures, just to give the human race of Great Qin a chance to breathe.

But they never expected that the Qin royal family they were protecting would be like this, with the bloodline of the human emperor bowing down to a foreign race.

The vast Qin capital had fallen completely into the control of foreign races.

"presumptuous!"

Ye Xun was furious, but when he saw the pursuing gazes of the woman in blue and the others, he smiled.

"If you want to find the Human Emperor, then you should ask the person in front of you. The Human Emperor died at his hands."

"I am unworthy to be human, but does he?"

He said, looking at the crowd with mockery, then looked at Lin Fan as if he were forcing Lin Fan to make a move.

A group of people looked at Lin Fan with disbelief on their faces.

Did the sage kill the human emperor?

How is that possible?

At one point, they even felt a sense of despair. Had the sage also abandoned the human race?

"Are you done talking?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out. It was Lin Fan, and all eyes fell on him. He was dressed in a white robe and looked like a scholar.

He stood there before the imperial palace, his expression unchanged even when facing thirteen saints, remaining as still as water.

The thirteen saints also frowned slightly.

"I can't sense any presence."

A sage shrouded in black mist appeared. He was neither a sea creature nor a barbarian, but came from another unknown race.

"Its form and spirit are not manifest, its Dao domain is not present, as if it were merely a void."

There was another sage who looked at Lin Fan with a look of surprise and doubt.

"Could it be because of that human race's imperial weapon?"

"He came with imperial weapons; no wonder he was fearless."

"Fortunately, we were prepared in advance."

……

How could a new human saint kill the Lord of the Mountains? It must be that this new human saint awakened the sleeping imperial weapon of the human race.

He used the power of the imperial weapon to kill the lord of the mountains.

This is the consensus of all saints.

The captive food suddenly wants to bite its owner. How can this be allowed? Even if it's just a new saint, they must kill it.

That's why they came.

Of course, there is another reason that they never mentioned, which is the past of the human race, the history that they do not acknowledge.

Ye Xun looked at Lin Fan and his heart trembled. After all, he was facing a saint, especially one who had killed the Lord of the Mountains.

However, the thought of the thirteen saints standing behind him calmed him down a bit.

"Sage, what's wrong? Who are you...?"

He said, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Lin Fan stretch out a hand towards him, about the size of five fingers, yet as large as a mountain, coming towards him. He trembled with fear.

But none of the saints made a move.

It's also possible that no saint dared to make a move.

The space between the five fingers kept reorganizing and evolving, and in a short time, it evolved into an independent little world.

In this world, there is only Ye Xun.

"Ye Buzheng, go."

Lin Fan then looked at Ye Buzheng and said.

Ye Buzheng's expression changed drastically. He looked at Ye Xun standing in the small world, then at the thirteen saints on the walls of the imperial palace, and nodded solemnly.

"Thank you, sir. I will definitely win this battle."

After he finished speaking, the space in front of him collapsed, and he was sucked into that world, landing in front of Ye Xun.

On the walls of the imperial palace, thirteen saints were all shocked by what they saw.

Lin Fan looked at them.

"It's not your turn yet, so take a good look."

His words were understated, as if the thirteen saints were the ones caught in a net of heaven and earth. Each of the thirteen saints exuded a majestic saintly aura as they stared at Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan ignored them.

He only watched the battle in that small world. To everyone else, that small world was like a curtain, and they were the ones watching the curtain.

The woman in blue and the other humans exchanged glances, suppressing their shock, and stood behind Lin Fan.

The sage is right before their eyes; how can they be swayed by a human traitor?

This is their only saint.

If they don't believe in them, who can they believe in?

The court officials who had been kneeling in front of the imperial palace slowly stood up and silently walked behind Lin Fan.

In this little world!

"My little brother, it's been so long! What's wrong? Now that you're all grown up, have you learned to disobey me?"

"That man killed my father, and instead of helping me avenge him, you're following him to kill me. Do you know that this is an act of utter treason?"

Ye Xun looked at Ye Buzheng in front of him and said with a cold smile.

The weak will always be weak. He won once, and he will win again this time. Ye Buzheng is someone he no longer cares about.

Ye Buzheng ignored his verbal provocation and took the wood-chopping knife from his waist.

Ye Xun looked at the woodcutter's knife with a disdainful expression.

"A wood-chopping knife, is that all you've learned?"

Unlike Ye Buzheng, the crescent-shaped longsword he summoned was imbued with a faint holy aura, making it a sacred weapon.

"This is a sacred weapon, forged by a sea race saint himself. I once used it to kill a Divine Power Realm expert."

He stroked the long sword, his face full of pride.

Ye Buzheng gripped the woodcutter's knife, looked up, and in an instant, his spirit and energy completely changed; his entire being seemed to transform into a knife.

Lin Fan's slash kept replaying in his mind; he had long since etched that slash into his very bones.

He had already gained insight from that stab.

"My father did not die at your hands, but at the hands of the Celestial Clan. It was you who collected my father's body and buried him."

He said this, and walked towards Ye Xun with the knife in his hand.

One step, one word.

"This is a sword that the master forged. He didn't say its grade, but I can feel that it can cut through the blade in your hand."

"Killing you is enough with just one strike!"

Then he slashed at Ye Xun with his sword.

At this moment, Ye Xun had transformed into a tree before his eyes. His master had told him that even chopping wood could lead to the Saint Realm.

He probably understands some of it.