"Today, I shall slay An Lan and use an Immortal King's blood to consecrate the battle banner of my Heavenly Court."
Ye Xuan's voice was not loud; it even carried a trace of casual calmness.
Yet when that light, floating voice fell upon the walls of Emperor Pass at the borderlands, it boomed like divine thunder from the Nine Heavens, shaking every person to their core.
Standing behind Ye Xuan were the three True Immortals newly born within the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Great Elder Meng Tianzheng, Elder Qingmu, and the Xu Family's old Imperial Lord. Beside them stood the two True Immortals of the True Hou clan whom Ye Xuan had previously subdued at Meteor Immortal Ridge.
At this moment, the hearts of these five True Immortal experts, who stood at the pinnacle of the Human Path, were all violently shaken. They looked at one another, their eyes surging with unconcealable excitement.
An excitement beyond all measure.
For endless ages, when cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands faced the Immortal Kings of the Foreign Territory, all they had felt was profound powerlessness.
The gap had been too vast—so vast that it drove one to despair, like a natural chasm that could never be crossed. During the Immortal Ancient Era, how many pioneers had spilled their blood, how many True Immortals had fallen, yet still failed to halt the iron hooves of the Immortal Kings.
And now, they had heard with their own ears that someone intended to slay those lofty, untouchable Immortal Kings.
This was not the ravings of a madman. It had come from the mouth of the Heavenly Emperor.
In Meng Tianzheng and the others' eyes, the figure in green standing ahead with his hands behind his back seemed incomparably tall.
That seemingly slender