Suppressing Army? Private Army?

Lin Yan's final slash cut toward the boundless, eerie night.

There were no immortals or gods there.

Nor were there demons or fiends.

Before he had slain the Four Great Evil Gods, the demons and fiends in this region had already fled in panic, scattering completely.

Thus, this slash consumed a billion incense offerings, only to cleave empty space.

It seemed he had gained nothing.

Yet it drew in even more abundant incense offerings.

It also cowed the immortals and gods, demons and fiends, other races, and ambitious figures among humanity throughout the Ten Directions.

This slash was not meant to kill an enemy, but to establish his might!

He wanted every side to know that even after slaying the Four Great Old Gods, executing a Heavenly God, suppressing humanity's experts, and forcing an entire human city into submission... he still had not exhausted himself!

He could still casually unleash a slash comparable to the Heavenly God Realm!

"How could this be?"

Amid the frozen snows of the north,

the Great Evil God fell silent.

According to His calculations, the Sacred Master had not yet become an immortal or god. Even with external aid and various methods, he could barely unleash a slash of the Heavenly God Realm... but neither his physical body nor his Primordial Spirit should have been able to bear such tremendous power.

Even if he could bear it, how much foundation could he have left to use it again?

That slash had already reached the might of a Heavenly God!

Even if the mana of a thousand or ten thousand Martial Saints of the Human Realm who had broken through the Ultimate Heaven were completely drained, it might not match the mana consumed by that single slash!

Yet the Sacred Master had already unleashed four