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

"This strike is called 'Mountain Split'!"

Ye Buzheng said, and a strange phenomenon appeared behind him, which was an extremely majestic figure.

Holding a machete, they cleaved the mountains and rivers in front of them.

Ye Xun's expression changed upon seeing this scene. He retreated frantically, simultaneously wielding his sacred weapon and slashing at Ye Buzheng.

"It's just a wood-chopping knife!"

He roared, and the aura of the Holy Dao flowed on his longsword. It was a terrifying slash that would not have allowed even a Divine Power Realm expert a level higher than him to survive.

But he was facing Ye Buzheng.

"open!"

With a single slash, the so-called sacred weapon shattered instantly, followed by Ye Xun, whose hands were severed and who was sent flying over a thousand meters away.

"How is that possible?"

He screamed and roared, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He wields a sacred weapon; how could he possibly be defeated?

That was just a wood-chopping knife.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw a figure—Ye Buzheng, his woodcutter's knife stained with blood, looking at him calmly.

"You are still you, but I am no longer the person I used to be."

"You are too arrogant, thinking you have seen through everything and are in control of everything, but little do you know that what you see is only a corner of the world."

He said, then looked up at the sky above this small world.

He was equally shocked.

The wood-chopping knife in his hand actually cut through the sacred weapon. The gentleman had never actually refined the wood-chopping knife; he had only held it briefly.

"I'm not killing you because I want you to see true despair."

"Humanity may be weak now, but you are not as you imagine. The thirteen saints may not be as strong as you think either."

The sky shattered, and the two returned to the imperial palace.

Lin Fan stood at a distance and watched this scene unfold.

"teacher!"

Ye Buzheng stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Lin Fan.

Ye Xun lay in a pool of blood, clutching his severed hands, but he still stared intently at Lin Fan. When he looked at the thirteen saints on the walls of the imperial palace, he still held onto hope.

The saints will save him.

The saints will kill this human saint.

Lin Fan looked at him, then glanced at Ye Xun, nodded slightly, and didn't say anything. He knew what Ye Buzheng was thinking.

Before the imperial palace, Lin Fan suddenly took a step forward.

The thirteen saints' expressions hardened.

"It's your turn next."

His simple words sent a shiver through the entire world.

He's going to take on thirteen opponents by himself!

Behind them, the woman in blue and the others watched this scene with expressions of shock.

All thirteen saints remained silent, seemingly unwilling to be the first to step forward. Finally, a saint from the sea tribe stepped forward.

"Down the formation!"

He said coldly.

One by one, powerful sea creatures emerged from Qin Capital, each carrying a battle flag, and in the blink of an eye, killing formations were activated.

"The Nine-Bend Heavenly Punishment Formation—this formation can slay even saints!"

The Sea Clan Saint Dao did not personally take action, but instead instructed the Sea Clan in Qin Capital to use a killing formation to attack Lin Fan.

Dark clouds suddenly rose in the sky, covering the entire Qin capital, and then nine bolts of lightning, like divine punishment, descended upon Lin Fan.

"boom!"

The lightning shattered the sky, tearing open a rift in the void, but it returned to calm before Lin Fan, as if Lin Fan was surrounded by a forbidden zone, where the lightning could not touch him.

On the imperial palace, the sea race saint's expression trembled as he watched this scene.

"Something's wrong with him."

He said that he couldn't see through Lin Fan's cultivation level. In his eyes, Lin Fan didn't seem like a saint at all, but more like a mortal.

But when the lightning of the Nine-Bend Heavenly Punishment Formation descended upon Lin Fan, he felt a strange tightness in his chest, as if he had disturbed some great terror.

He even considered backing down.

"What happened?"

A sage appeared beside him and asked a question.

How come such a powerful killing formation didn't even cause a ripple?

"Let's deploy the Great Sage's army."

Suddenly, the sea race sage spoke, and when he looked up again, his face was solemn, and even his brow was trembling.

He received a message from the Starry Sea Clan Temple.

Two saints of the sea race have fallen.

Those two were not much weaker than him, yet they died quietly in this land of humans.

His words caused the other saints to freeze in shock and turn to look at him.

He took a deep breath.

He took out a crystal-blue object, as blue as an eye, and the sight of this blue eye caused the surrounding saints to become slightly disoriented.

"Great Sage of the Sea Clan, Azure Ghost Eyes!"

He said that under the ghostly blue eyes, the karmic obstacles in the hearts of countless people were stirred, and they were instantly plunged into endless fantasies.

"Two of my sea tribe's saints have died at his hands. He is no ordinary saint. We have all underestimated him."

"Or perhaps the imperial weapon in his possession is not so damaged, and may even be a near-perfect imperial weapon."

He said this, and the other saints were all shocked upon hearing it.

"He can create a world with a flick of his wrist. You should know that this is something even we cannot do. His cultivation level should not be as low as we imagine."

Another saint emerged, revealing a portion of his body. His skin was thick and inky, covered with strange, demonic runes.

He is a demon!

The surrounding saints were all taken aback.

The demon race has actually appeared. Although the demon race suffered a devastating blow countless years ago, its foundation is still intact, and it is a powerful race second only to the ten top races.

His strength is also the strongest among all the saints, reaching the seventh level of the Saint Realm!

He drew a short sword, which was engraved with more demonic runes and flowed with a chilling crimson color.

"Great Sage's Weapon, Emperor's Blood Sword!"

"Bathed in the blood of a quasi-emperor, and refined with the lifeblood of my clan's Great Sage, it can kill anything below the Great Sage level."

He said coldly.

Holding this sword, he stood before the saints, coldly looking at Lin Fan.

Behind him, the other saints also unleashed their scepters, various sacred auras flowing around them. The void where they were located seemed unable to withstand their aura, constantly collapsing and reforming.

"Human Saint, unleash your trump card!"

"A newly appointed saint who can kill the lord of the mountains, if I'm not mistaken, you should have a damaged imperial weapon in your possession."

They all spoke, their expressions hardening as they mentioned the Imperial Weapon.

If it were a complete imperial weapon, they would have turned around and fled, but that's impossible. If the human race had a complete imperial weapon, they wouldn't have ended up like this.

The Emperor is an existence that is absolutely transcendent of everything.

A single imperial weapon can slaughter all the saints in the world.

A group of saints stared at Lin Fan, as if any casual movement from him could trigger a devastating attack from them.

But Lin Fan did nothing; he simply raised his head slightly.

"Sea creatures, demons, moon creatures..."

Lin Fan said that although they were disguised, he could see through their true forms at a glance.

"Hehe, there are quite a lot."

His words were calm and unwavering, as if he were having a casual conversation with someone.

The next moment, Lin Fan pointed a finger, and an invisible ripple spread out from the center of the fingertip, causing the thirteen saints to tremble.

Then their souls vanished, and all thirteen saints perished.