"Human Emperor Sword!" The purple flames and green fire around Han Guang briefly died down, but he forgot to keep moving. The peerless fiend who had dared to sneak into Shaolin and become its Abbot rarely showed such astonishment.
Had the Human Emperor Sword, always mentioned alongside the Time Saber and Heaven Punishing Axe, appeared?
And had it fallen into Gao Lan's hands?
He had always found Gao Lan's confidence rather curious, and had often secretly speculated about the man's trump cards. Who would have guessed they would turn out to be the Human Emperor Sword, missing for who knew how many tens of thousands of years?
Han Guang's dark, deep-set pupils reflected Gao Lan's appearance: a dignified black robe, an imposing bearing, a blank mask covering his head, and his right arm extended as he held a long, pale-gold sword horizontally. The phantoms of heavenly gods, fiends, immortals, and the Demon Race circled him. Mountains, rivers, the Sun, Moon, and Stars formed a map that hung high behind him, making him seem like a true Emperor.
A gale roared all around, sweeping away the clouds of sorrow that had hung heavy for over a hundred thousand years. The resentment of the True Dragons around the Dragon Slaying Platform seemed suppressed by an utmostly righteous and supreme force, and crumbled in an instant.
The thunder vanished, the flames died out, the phantom of chaos disappeared, and the laws suppressing the area near the Heavenly Punishment Gate crumbled inch by inch. Apart from the restriction against flying that covered the entire Nine Heavens, it seemed there was no longer anything holding him back.
Everything seemed to gather around Gao Lan, praise him, and follow him.
Vast and mighty, he pressed down upon the whole cosmos!
The immense, supreme aura scattered