Like a Creator Commanding the Secrets of All Things!

At this thought, Yuan Fangzhou and everyone from the thirty Western Realm nations lowered their heads and shouted:

"Long live the Emperor Consort!"

The millions from the ten Western Wasteland nations had also been thoroughly frightened out of their wits by Lin Xuan.

Whether generals or soldiers, they hurriedly threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground like a receding tide.

"Emperor Consort, please spare us!"

Lin Xuan put away the Primordial Ancient Sword, calmly swept his gaze over the soldiers of the ten Western Wasteland nations, then looked away.

With the Ultimate Sacred Book, he knew the history of the Western Wasteland like the back of his hand.

Ever since eight hundred thousand years ago, when the Myriad Demon King had led a vast army into the Western Wasteland, the land had suffered from desolation and bleakness.

For all these years, it had been recovering its vitality.

But unfortunately, the wounds left eight hundred thousand years ago had been too deep, leaving the Western Wasteland nations willing but powerless.

Thus, if Yu Lingchen had not taken the lead, the ten Western Wasteland nations would never have dared invade the Central Divine Continent.

Their defeat five years ago had also been enough to prove that the ten Western Wasteland nations lacked the strength to invade the Central Divine Continent.

Had Yu Lingchen not received the Myriad Demon King's backing today, the ten Western Wasteland nations likely would not have dared come again.

Now that Yu Lingchen was dead, no one in the Western Wasteland could lead another rebellion for the time being.

Lin Xuan felt there was no need to slaughter these soldiers wholesale.

But since he had intervened in this matter, the Western Wasteland nations had to be given a warning that would make them never dare invade