The old emperor only desires immortality; you must not rebel.

The immortal is dead!

The moment the black-robed monk died, the Jin Kingdom felt a profound despair.

In this battle, 300,000 elite troops from the grasslands were almost entirely wiped out, and it is feared that they will never be able to march south again.

The eight tribes of the grasslands will no longer obey the royal court's orders!

Looking at the corpses on the battlefield, Chi Taiji spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

The soldiers and civilians of Qi cheered excitedly at this moment.

His worship of the Holy Emperor had already reached its peak.

The moment the Holy Emperor displayed his terrifying divine power, he had already conquered everyone.

The 660,000 soldiers and civilians in the capital of Qi were filled with awe and reverence.

"Long live the Holy Emperor!"

"Long live the Holy Emperor!"

When one person shouts, countless other voices follow.

Mysterious, even the high and mighty immortals can die!

Zuo Xuan stared coldly at the Holy Emperor, his heart filled with vigilance.

Since those golden-armored figures appeared, everything has been out of Zuo Xuan's control.

That's so weird!

A person who was clearly an ordinary person suddenly revealed that he had reached the Qi Refining Realm.

The key point is that this mortal emperor killed a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining with a single punch.

Although Motu was just a rogue cultivator from the Demonic Sect, he was still at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

The three of them accidentally crossed the Tianyuan and arrived at this place, thinking they had discovered a blessed land, but little did they know they would almost lose their lives.

Suppressing his shock, Zuo Xuan cupped his hands and addressed the Holy Emperor, saying, "Brother Dao, now that Mo Tu is dead, shall we let this matter rest?"

"We don't have any major grudges against each other!"

"Brother Dao, you must be a person of this world. When our sect sets foot in this place in the future, we are willing to cooperate with you!"

"If you need anything, please feel free to ask!"

If it were someone from the Xuan Shu Dao Sect, he would never have said that, but he was betting that this person did not know their true identities.

The Holy Emperor gently closed his eyes.

Zuo Xuan's brows were furrowed.

What does this mean?

Although he was wary, it didn't mean he was truly afraid.

As practitioners, especially those of the demonic sect, they are by no means kind-hearted men and women.

"Brother Dao?"

Zuo Xuan frowned, his expression darkening.

The Holy Emperor slowly opened his eyes and calmly said, "Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

Zuo Xuan's expression darkened slightly as he looked around.

"The cries of the people of the four states of Qi!"

The Holy Emperor calmly uttered a word.

"mortal?"

Zuo Xuan frowned and asked, "Brother Dao, are you referring to those dead mortals?"

Zuo Xuan chuckled and shook his head, saying, "They don't even have souls, so how can they wail?"

Their souls had long been refined by them.

It's only a little over two million people!

The Demonic Sect's Grand Master Cultivator frequently manipulates billions of living beings to forge magical artifacts.

Regardless of whether they are righteous or demonic, once cultivators reach a certain level, they no longer care about mortals.

To them, ordinary people are no different from roadside weeds; once one batch is cut, another will grow.

The so-called "acting on behalf of Heaven" by righteous cultivators is nothing more than a means to gain their own reputation.

How many people would truly care about the lives of ordinary people?

When cultivators fight, they can easily destroy tens of thousands of miles of land, naturally affecting even more mortals.

The Holy Emperor sensed Zuo Xuan's thoughts.

That's why he was angry!

Millions of people from the four states, regardless of age or gender, were all refined and killed.

Countless homeless souls wandered the four states of Qi.

The resentment is overwhelming!

Their happy life was just beginning when it was cruelly taken away.

The Holy Emperor frowned, his expression displeased: "You are worse than animals!"

They actually treated the people whom the Holy Emperor loved most as weeds and harvested them at will.

The Holy Emperor was furious!

Zuo Xuan frowned and said, "A bunch of mortals, Brother Dao, do you really intend to do this?"

"I have made my decision!"

"Your head is going to be hung up!"

Before the Holy Emperor's anger arrived, it was the Holy Emperor's fist.

The Holy Emperor suddenly appeared in front of Zuo Xuan and threw a punch at him.

Zuo Xuan felt a chill run down his spine in an instant.

He quickly offered up a white bone skull!

Green flames erupted from the white skeletal skull, engulfing the entire sky.

"broken!"

The Holy Emperor punched through the flames, smashing a crack in the white skeletal skull.

"My magical artifact!"

Zuo Xuan hurriedly reached out, revealing a look of shock and anger.

The Holy Emperor grasped the white bone artifact, then suddenly crushed it, revealing a smile.

Seeing this, Zuo Xuan was even more surprised, his expression filled with doubt and uncertainty.

This is a top-grade magic weapon. Even someone at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining would find it difficult to destroy. Yet you crushed it with your bare hands?

The Holy Emperor took a step forward, his body enveloped in terrifying dragon might.

A punch imbued with the spirit of national destiny was thrown towards Zuo Xuan.

His divine talent has been pushed to its limit!

From the perspective of cultivators, talent is more like a supernatural ability.

But clearly, the Holy Emperor's talent had already surpassed ordinary supernatural abilities.

After several encounters with cultivators, I discovered a pattern.

The fate of the nation!

The national fortune of the Qing Kingdom can suppress cultivators!

The reason why Zhao Yanzhi and the others fainted earlier was also because of the fate of the nation.

However, activating this power will also deplete the nation's fortune!

Moreover, because the current national fortune of the Qing Kingdom has not yet reached the point of truly unifying the world, its power is also somewhat limited.

Zuo Xuan was startled!

Black mist erupted from his left hand, transforming into a small flag embroidered with gold.

Use a hand seal to activate.

Array flags instantly surrounded him!

Black chains materialized from the array flags, heading towards capturing the Holy Emperor.

"Bang!"

The Holy Emperor ripped the chains off with both hands, then rushed to Zuo Xuan's side and began a furious barrage of attacks.

"Bang!"

Zuo Xuan stared wide-eyed in horror.

His body exploded on the spot!

Such injuries are almost fatal even for cultivators.

At least for a Qi Refining cultivator like Zuo Xuan, but he was horrified to discover that not only was he alive, he also felt no pain whatsoever.

All that's left of Zuo Xuan is his head!

The Holy Emperor activated his powerful talent, "All Subjects Bow Down."

The Holy Emperor, carrying Zuo Xuan's head, flashed to the front of another black-robed cultivator.

His eyes flashed with boundless rage!

Throw a punch!

An angry punch!

With a heart set on crushing everything, the Holy Emperor unleashed a barrage of punches.

The divine power flowing into the golden fist grew increasingly potent.

The immense force crashed down like a small mountain!

In the distance, the earth was blasted open with huge craters.

The Jin cavalry, already suffering heavy casualties, were once again attacked.

Those who survived by sheer luck were also reduced to bloody pulp by the terrifying divine power of the Holy Emperor.

The black-robed cultivator was blasted into dust bit by bit by the Holy Emperor's furious fist, from his body to his head.

At this moment, the entire earth was silent.

Whether they were people from the Jin Kingdom on the grasslands or soldiers, civilians, and ministers from the Qi Kingdom, they all lowered their heads in deep fear, not daring to look at that figure, and could only silently pray in their hearts that the Holy Emperor's anger would subside.

Only after completely pulverizing the black-robed cultivator did the Holy Emperor lift Zuo Xuan's head and swing his fist once more.

"Bang! Bang!"

The left-hand head was flattened, brain matter splattered, and then returned to its original state.

Flatten

Restore it to its original state!

Repeat it over and over!

The Holy Emperor beat him severely for a full half hour before finally hanging Zuo Xuan's head on the city gate.

"I will make you suffer ten thousand years of scorn here!"

Whenever the city gates are opened, Zuo Xuan's head must be used to knock on the gate!

Zuo Xuan's eyes were filled with deep terror!

His tongue had long been shattered by the Holy Emperor, and now he could only utter a silent roar.