"That's fucking bullshit!"
Lin Xian, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, flew into a rage. Who were they calling the Immortal Emperor? Not all heavenly emperors were the same.
The Immortal Emperor was a heavenly emperor, but so was Heavenly Emperor Fuxi.
He was the Azure Emperor's successor, a descendant of a heavenly emperor, and possessed the True Dragon Bloodline. He had absolutely nothing to do with that mongrel phoenix from the Immortal Realm.
"Mortal-Subduing Fist!"
Lin Xian roared. His golden blood qi surged into the heavens as he hurtled toward Emperor Zun Ye like a golden sun. His aura shook heaven and earth, his cultivation commanded the workings of the cosmos, and he exuded a might that could intimidate even those in the Great Saint Realm. He had actually reached the ninth heaven.
The Yang Lineage's Great Accomplished Saint Physique had left behind three bottles of blood. Like the Azure Emperor's Heart, their killing intent had been dissolved. They no longer possessed imperial qi, instead nurturing the power of creation.
Lin Xian had reserved the first bottle of golden blood for the Yang Lineage's descendants to establish their foundations. The third bottle of red blood was incomparably precious and could serve as a contingency against the Dark Turmoil.
Lin Xian had refined one or two drops of Sacred Blood mingled with gold and red. They were a tremendous tonic, propelling him straight to the peak and breaking through a supreme barrier.
He had reached Great Perfection as a Saint King, only half a step from the Great Saint Realm. Like the Ancient Clan's Nine Phoenix King and Eternal's Mi Luo King, he could be called a Heavenly King.
A genuine Heavenly King Lin!
"A Heavenly King not even a hundred years old!"
"With such terrifying talent,