"Which Holy Master goes out without an Emperor Weapon?"
Lin Xian sneered, wielding the Fuxi Dragon Stele. With a Great Stele-Smashing Hand, he sent Sacred Body Ye Fan into a baby-like sweet slumber. Then he stood tall amid the stars, his black hair streaming behind him as he swept across the battlefield and shouted, "Who else?!"
The saints fell silent as cicadas in winter. Ye Fan was the great demon king of the Emperor Path, yet Holy Master Lin had brought him down. This outcome shocked the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Domains, affecting past, present, and future.
The outcome of the battle made Di Tian sigh and the Human King shake his head. The outstanding figures of the Ancient Road all dimmed in comparison.
Even Golden Cicada Son, Saint Prince, Dao Yi, and these Emperor's Sons and peerless prodigies were speechless for a time.
Quite a few people also cast disdainful looks his way. If you had an Emperor Weapon, why didn't you say so earlier? Were you fishing for lawbreakers here?!
"That brat has ruined everything!"
Main God Zhou of the Divine Organization was so angry that he slapped his thigh and sighed toward the heavens. Had he known things would end this way, he would have risked his life to snatch the Green Cauldron.
"War fires rise, the Ancient Road falls into chaos. Gazing toward the Immortal Realm, eternity ends in poverty. Across twenty years of dominance, who can stand against me!"
Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back and smiled calmly. Never mind the process; only the result mattered. Just say it—had Lao Ye fallen or not?
Of course, there were also a few shameless individuals who seized this chance to step forward and flatter him.
"Master has suppressed the Human Race Ancient Road.