Han Jiuyue's divine soul trembled slightly, and she abruptly raised her head to look at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen's expression was solemn.
With his hands behind his back, he walked toward Han Jiuyue step by step. With every step he took, lotus flowers seemed to bloom beneath his feet.
They were dazzling beyond compare.
The fragrance of lotuses seemed to slowly spread through the space.
As Yang Chen strode forward step by step, an even more formidable fluctuation spread out.
It was as though the entire space had filled with an oppressive aura.
Even Han Jiuyue, a supreme powerhouse, was slightly shaken at this moment.
And this was none other than Yang Chen's pressure as sect leader!
Within the Human Emperor Sect, Yang Chen's pressure was something even supreme powerhouses could not withstand.
The corners of Yang Chen's lips curved upward slightly, his voice vast and majestic, like Brahmanic chants exploding through the air.
"Our human race is the ruler between Heaven and Earth. In ages past, there was the great Yanhuang Emperor, wielding the Xuanyuan Sword and pointing it at Heaven and Earth from afar, forcing the myriad races to bow in worship and the gods to submit!"
As Yang Chen's words rang out, an image seemed to form in Han Jiuyue's mind.
A powerfully built man held a sharp weapon in his hand—a longsword pointed toward a corner of Heaven and Earth. Wherever the sword's edge reached, all filth and corruption seemed to be ground to pieces beneath those streaks of sharp light!
Whether gods, devils, demons, immortals, or ghosts, all were shattered one by one beneath the Xuanyuan Sword!
Then Yang Chen's majestic voice rang out once more.
"Then came Emperor Yu, who opened rivers and waterways, the source of all waters, suppressing everything!"
The scene shifted.