Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Faced with Ye Wentian's mockery, Ye Yuchan chuckled: "If it weren't for the treasure that old rogue gave us, we might have come here to give it away for nothing."

She took a scroll from her storage ring and threw it into the sky.

A dazzling light descended from the sky; suddenly, a domineering and unparalleled ray of light pierced the darkness from within the dark clouds and landed on the painting.

at the same time.

Ye Yuchan laughed and said, "To use the old rogue's words, from the moment our Yuntian Academy joined the battlefield..."

"The war between the three celestial domains has come to an end."

Not just the Extreme Heaven Domain.

In the desolate heavens, before the vast imperial city, a peerless giant sword gleaming with golden light suddenly appeared.

In the Kun Tian Domain, an ink brush floats in the air, emanating a unique aura that belongs only to that man!

Everyone in the Immortal Capital, including Ye Wentian, turned their gazes to the scroll floating in the sky. As the light shone brightly, the scroll slowly unfurled.

What appeared before everyone was none other than the one who had ascended to the position of a true immortal—

The portrait of Emperor Wen! !

13. Absolute Imperial Majesty

"See this sword?"

Wild Heaven Realm.

The black-robed swordsman and the cherry-haired girl appeared in the center of the battlefield like divine soldiers descending from the heavens.

The handsome young man smiled faintly, shrugged, pointed to the peerless, dazzling golden greatsword floating above him, and slowly said, "Our master said that the place where this sword is located is the empire."

He drew a horizontal line in the air in front of him with his right hand.

Suddenly.

A particularly deep and narrow ravine suddenly appeared on the plain in front of Jiang Shaoguang, with bright, golden dust shimmering within it.

"From here, beyond this line lies the Empire."

"Those who invaded the empire—"

"Whoever comes, dies."

After saying this, Jiang Shaoguang smiled helplessly—this scene did seem somewhat familiar.

Above the azure sky, a giant golden sword floated like a god, guarding the Lantian Empire.

All eyes were drawn to the domineering aura emanating from the sword, which resembled that of an emperor. Those who looked up at it felt an urge to kneel and prostrate themselves.

Just as Jiang Shaoguang said, this sword seems to symbolize the emperor and the pinnacle of power.

Even Chu Aotian and the others, who came from the imperial family, instinctively wanted to kneel down when they saw the sword.

Even the emperor, far away in the palace, trembled all over, his gaze toward the sword filled with respect and humility.

That was the imperial might that even the emperor himself wanted to submit to!

"It's finally here..."

Covered in blood, Fang Yan looked at the golden giant sword with a helpless yet gratified expression. A slight smile appeared on his lips, but then he felt an endless fatigue surge within him, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, slowly closing his eyes.

Now you can rest assured and leave it to them.

Yes.

The real battlefield will be left to Yuntian Academy.

……

……

In the Black Tide.

The clicking sound continued incessantly.

At the forefront of the Black Tide, the Immortal Lord, whose body was covered in cracks, seemed to be insane as he broke off the bones of his left hand one by one, with blood gushing out from the cracks in his palm.

A hint of impatience surfaced on his ferocious face. He dipped his right hand in his own blood and licked it twice.

A fierce gaze fell on Jiang Shaoguang: "Whoever comes will die? Just because of this sword?"

The blond swordsman ignored the murderous intent that seemed to regard humans as mere grains of rice, shrugged helplessly, and said indifferently, "Anyway, that's what our teacher said. If you're willing, you're welcome to give it a try."

"absurd."

A gaunt demon lord standing behind the disrespectful evil sovereign coldly shook his head: "Although this sword possesses imperial might, it is nothing more than a sword. Without anyone wielding it, can it annihilate us with just its sword intent?"

“Absurd and laughable, Your Majesty. I think they are just making a fuss over nothing.”

"Oh?"

The disrespectful evil lord turned around, glanced at the demon lord, licked his lips, and his eyes gleamed with amusement: "If that's the case, then go in and give it a try."

"Give it a try."

The demon lord seemed to have absolute confidence in himself, and immediately took a step forward.

It was at this very moment.

A terrifying, sinister black light descended from above its head, and the aura of the Great Dao crashed down.

Dozens of black wisps of energy immediately enveloped his body, each one acting as a protective barrier, like a city wall guarding his surroundings.

Upon seeing this scene, Jiang Shaoguang's lips twitched slightly.

They said they were just making a show of it, but their actions spoke louder than words; they immediately invoked the Great Dao to protect themselves.

The demon lord sneered and then walked slowly toward the dazzling golden ravine.

Chu Xin and the others held their breath in unison. In fact, even though they did have the idea of ​​bowing down to that golden giant sword, they only felt the strong imperial aura, and did not perceive any sword intent at all.

That's right.

Sword intent is created by people, used by people, and wielded by people.

Without someone wielding a sword, how can there be sword intent?

Moreover, where in the world is there a peerless swordsman who can kill a saint on the spot with sword intent?

Not to mention the Demon Dynasty, even Chu Aotian and the others had doubts about the sword's power.

And the truth is—

The demon lord wore a disdainful smile and stepped into the area covered by the imperial sword.

He stood with both feet within the horizontal line, his expression unchanged, and the black aura surrounding him remained intact, completely unaffected.

The demon lord stopped in his tracks, paused for a moment, then spread his arms wide and laughed arrogantly:

"How about it? I'm still alive, aren't I?"

He raised his head, staring disdainfully at the giant sword: "Where's the sword intent? Didn't it say that whoever comes will die?"

indeed.

There was not a trace of sword intent spreading within the arena.

The Demon Lord then stood behind the horizontal line, in front of Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui, arrogantly spreading his arms, yet his body was completely unharmed.

The demonic cultivators behind him breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to laugh mockingly.

"Emperor Sword? What kind of trash is that?"

"Could it be that they're too intimidated by the Demon Lord's demonic power to unleash their sword intent?"

"I thought some divine soldiers had descended from the heavens; is this just some show of mystique?"

Hearing the sarcastic remarks from the demonic cultivators, the demon lord licked his lips, stared at Jiang Shaoguang, and laughed, "Didn't you say that whoever comes here dies? I've come in, what can you do to me?"

Faced with this flamboyant and exaggerated demon lord, Jiang Shaoguang scratched his head, then looked up and glanced at the giant sword.

He was silent for a moment before saying, "I understand... It's probably because you're too weak, and he's unwilling to come out on his own..."

"To put it bluntly, he doesn't think you're good enough for him to help."

……

These words were spoken.

The Demon Lord's face showed astonishment, followed by a shake of his head and a cold laugh.

Before he could even speak, Fan Luokui pointed at Jiang Shaoguang beside her and said expressionlessly, "If you don't believe me, try attacking him now."

Jiang Shaoguang: "???"

No, junior sister, that's going too far.

Jiang Shaoguang wanted to argue further, but the Demon Lord laughed in anger, "Fine, fine, then I will send you on your way under this so-called Emperor Sword today. I want to see when your so-called imperial might will come!"

He finished speaking.

The demon lord suddenly took a step forward, and a jet-black longsword suddenly appeared in his palm. Endless demonic energy condensed on it, and from top to bottom, a terrifying black light swept down towards Jiang Shaoguang's crown!

Just as Jiang Shaoguang was about to be cut in two, the golden-haired swordsman himself did not react at all, as if he was completely unaware of what was happening. He stood there confidently, letting himself be slaughtered.

Of course.

It was just as the black blade was about to touch Jiang Shaoguang.

The giant golden sword above everyone's heads suddenly emitted a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth!

In the blink of an eye, the black knife turned into swirling dust, falling from above Jiang Shaoguang's head.

at the same time--

A faint, ethereal figure emerged from the golden greatsword and floated down lightly.

The Demon Lord was paralyzed as if time itself had frozen, and boundless fear surged in his eyes—not only fear of death, but also fear of that unknown power.

Pfft!

The Demon Lord, who was arrogant just a second ago, immediately knelt down and couldn't get up, and the aura of the Great Dao around him exploded.

"Too weak."