The First Human Emperor of the Human Race Descends

That voice came abruptly, yet somehow seemed only natural.

Though calm and without the slightest ripple, it contained the supreme power of words becoming law. With a casual utterance, it tore a huge breach through the combined pressure laid down by the three Saint incarnations of Haotian, Jieyin, and Zhunti.

The terrifying force crushing down upon the Sect of Interception immortals and Asura warriors, enough to pulverize their souls, vanished in an instant.

"Pfft..."

Supporting himself against the ground, Daoist Duobao spat out a mouthful of clotted blood and gasped for breath. He raised his head in horror and looked toward the void.

Who was it?

Who possessed such terrifying strength that a single sentence could break the combined pressure of the Three Saints?

Could it be that their venerable master had come in person?

It was not just him. Every Immortal, God, and Yao Mo who had regained their freedom now looked toward the source of the voice with the lingering terror of survivors of a catastrophe.

High above the nine heavens, the expression on Haotian's incarnation instantly darkened to the extreme.

The incarnations of Saints Jieyin and Zhunti also frowned deeply. For the first time, the compassion and suffering on their faces were replaced by an emotion called "solemnity."

They could clearly sense an aura descending—one not inferior to their Saintly status in the slightest, and on some level even more ancient, more weighty.

"Stop playing tricks! Get out here before Us!"

Haotian roared, erupting with the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor as he sought to force the hidden figure into revealing himself.

Yet the moment his voice fell, a figure appeared above the Peach Mountain battlefield without the slightest warning.

His appearance brought no earthshaking phenomenon, no Buddha light illuminating all, no Purple Qi Comes From The