The Sword Emperor

Whoosh!

Countless hostile gazes locked onto Li Ye.

Fairy Feng looked at Li Ye, who was still sitting cross-legged on the deck with his eyes closed, and cast him an apologetic glance.

"Divine might?"

Hei Luo, ranked forty-third on the Starry Sky Saint Ranking, sneered. "Heh. I'd like to see what kind of divine might you dare claim in front of us."

"Dare you lower the battleship's shield and fight?"

He held a pitch-black holy sword and stepped forward.

Boom!

Boundless killing intent erupted from beneath his sword. The entire starry sky shuddered under the impact, letting out a mournful hum.

He was a Sword Saint.

And a Sword Saint ranked forty-third on the Starry Sky Saint Ranking.

Strength: Saint, Seventh Heaven.

He had every right to say such things.

The Starry Sky Saint Ranking represented everything; everyone on it had the strength of a Saint King.

One in a billion.

Even the older generation had to maintain a measure of reverence in their presence.

To dare speak of divine might in front of them was nothing short of ridiculous.

Everyone stared at Li Ye aboard The Hidden One.

Their faces showed eager anticipation.

They, too, wanted to know how strong the owner of this Low Grade Domain Artifact was.

"After Ancient Times, the myriad paths withered. Now, as life flourishes and all things burst forth, there can't possibly be any Star Saints."

"Few people could hope to defeat Hei Luo. Unless he's a genius on the Starry Sky Saint Ranking."

Someone there murmured.

Everyone wore expressions of anticipation, ready to enjoy the show.

Li Ye did not respond.

He sat cross-legged on the deck, his expression solemn, like an old monk in meditation.

At that moment, he was like an uncut stone: plain and unremarkable on the outside, yet