"Worthless trash!" He Xian snorted coldly. This was the first time he had encountered such a spineless opponent.
The man had simply sullied his hands.
He wiped the Bronze Halberd on Qing Kun's body, scraping off the bloodstains twice.
This was the first time he had ever humiliated an opponent like this.
"Kill!" He Xian hurled the Bronze Halberd and continued his slaughter. It flew like a Bronze Evil Dragon, its head lunging fiercely, and abruptly pierced another Emperor Clan expert's body, skewering two at once. In an instant, it suppressed the principles flowing through their flesh. Ten Thousand Laws Cannot Invade subdued the myriad Daos. The Heaven Devourer Furnace appeared, divine flames blazed, and nothing remained.
"Dead. Another two from the Emperor Clans are dead."
Those who witnessed it had gone from their initial horror to numbness. It was too glorious, too effortless. Even the older generation, accustomed to world-shaking feats, might never again see a battle record capable of stirring their hearts. No ripples would rise.
This was truly too terrifying.
Thirteen Emperor Clan beings, and in such a short time, only seven remained alive. It left everyone marveling. Even the King Ancestors of old had probably never achieved such a battle record in their youth.
This truly shook people to their core.
Boom!
He Xian fixed his gaze on the seven survivors and whipped the Bronze Halberd back into his hand. He had to admit that the Wu Shang Lineage's Bronze Halberd was remarkably useful. Ten Thousand Laws Cannot Invade-nothing could withstand its edge.
He held the Bronze Halberd amid a fierce rushing roar, his killing intent soaring into the heavens. It was as though he had harnessed ten thousand tribulations for his own use. Endless tribulation qi spread out, gathering around the foreheads of those seven. Their deaths were drawing near.
"Run! All of you, run! Scatter and flee like rats! Hahahaha!" He Xian laughed mockingly, having seen their fear.
Squelch!
With the great halberd in hand, He Xian pierced another Emperor Clan heir's body, pinning even his primordial spirit to death. He seemed to be Mo Kun, one of the Six Little Emperors.
The others scattered and fled. Those six remaining Emperor Clan heirs had been frightened out of their wits by the slaughter.
They raced desperately toward the foot of Enlightenment Mountain.
"Hahahaha!" He Xian laughed without restraint. He did not pursue them, merely watching the ridiculous sight.
Run. All of you, run. My glory needs survivors to recount it. What could demonstrate it better than these six Emperor Clan heirs fleeing for their lives?
"Hahahaha!" He Xian threw back his head and laughed.
It was over. Everything was over.
By then, night was approaching. He Xian sat quietly on Enlightenment Mountain throughout the night.
The instant the six Emperor Clan heirs fled, people began descending the mountain in an unending stream. News spread in every direction. The east of the Foreign Realm shook, the west shook, the north shook, and the south shook. Colossal waves of upheaval rose.
That day, the whole world was stunned!
Of thirteen Emperor Clan heirs, seven had fallen in a single day, all killed by one person. It sounded like a tale from the Arabian Nights. Almost no one dared believe it. The Foreign Realm experienced its most terrifying earthquake.
Only the six fleeing Emperor Clan heirs proved that the reports were true.
Great disturbances erupted in the ancestral lands of the various Emperor Clans. Experts with peerless auras awakened one after another-more than a dozen Undying beings in all. It was a grand spectacle in its own right. Their auras blasted through the firmament, and even the "Kings" turned their gazes toward it.
Yet after peering into heaven's secrets, they all extinguished their auras.
One clan's ancestral land, however, grew even angrier. Experts continued to awaken there. It was the Heaven Devourer Lineage.
"Vile beast." Even these words could faintly be heard.
"The waves behind drive on the waves ahead! The martial Dao flourishes! This era belongs to our realm! Good! Splendid!"
But more of the Foreign Realm's experts looked on with gratification and swelling pride. The emergence of such an unparalleled junior filled them with delight.
Someone had already risen to reign over the world at the dawn of the era. It seemed the fortune of the Dao still favored their realm, just as it had during the Immortal Ancient Era, when they had contended with the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Many Foreign Realm experts looked west, toward the Immortal Domain, greed in their eyes and fierce fires blazing within.
At the summit of Enlightenment Mountain, a ray of rosy light shone down. He Xian stood tall, gazing at the rising sun with eager eyes.
He savored the boundless glory that belonged to him.
The Tea Dao Gathering and the assembly had both ended, yet the summit of Enlightenment Mountain still held many people. Their numbers were growing instead.
They all gazed up at him with reverence, their faces filled with worship, as though looking upon a god.
At that moment, He Xian's bearing was indeed unparalleled.
A suit of golden divine robes manifested, covering his entire body and making him resemble a sun in the heavens.
His brilliant golden hair hung loose. With his exquisitely handsome face and the Bronze Halberd in his hand, its point angled downward, his divine might blazed fiercely.
This scene was destined to remain engraved in the hearts of the Foreign Realm's beings for a long time, until the day they died.
"Where is He Ziming, Second Uncle?" He Xian asked quietly, looking at the middle-aged man guarding him closely. His hair shone gold, just like He Xian's, and cross-shaped markings lay within his pupils.
This was an exceedingly terrifying middle-aged man. His towering body glowed, illuminating the ages with blazing radiance. He seemed capable of commanding all the heavens and making the universe's countless beings kowtow and worship him, lofty above them all.
An Undying-this was a true Undying being.
He had arrived the previous night and had been protecting He Xian ever since.
He was also He Xian's second uncle.
"Ziming? He's coming. He's already been ordered out of seclusion. He was in the An Lan Clan's ancestral land and is on his way now," the middle-aged man said slowly.
"Xian'er! Don't be angry. We're all family. Ziming encountered a great opportunity and has been in seclusion all this time. That's why he hasn't come to pay his respects."
"You and he are both the future hope of our Crane Clan. There's no need to hold him too strictly to account. For many matters, family is still a little easier to work with." Even He Fa felt that his nephew's killing intent was too strong, and he could not help trying to persuade him.
Nevertheless, his eyes were full of pride.
Hahaha, our Crane Clan is simply that invincible! Glory across two generations, an unrivaled bloodline!
"I know what I'm doing, Second Uncle." He Xian felt helpless. His anger had already subsided. Was he really such a bloodthirsty person? He no longer wanted to vent his fury with blood.
The waiting began again as the sun slowly rose.
A little killing intent could not help rising in He Xian again. This He Ziming certainly put on airs, always making him wait.
Fortunately, he did not have to wait long.
Three people arrived at the approach to Enlightenment Peak's summit. Their hazy figures were indistinct, their bodies wreathed in chaos qi, powerful and terrifying.
One man and two women.
The man among them was sacred and transcendent, more dazzling than many Emperor Clan heirs.
The chaos mist dispersed.
Long golden hair hung below his knees. He resembled a mass of brilliant holy light, strikingly different from others.
A golden avenue appeared beneath his feet, sacred and peaceful, with auspicious qi rising in billows.
This was an innate phenomenon, difficult to erase.
It was extraordinary. His golden hair stirred, revealing a face very similar to He Xian's, likewise seeming carved from jade, exceptionally handsome.
Yet they could still be distinguished at a glance.
He Xian was clearly more handsome than he was, and their auras differed as well.
The former had a softer, more delicate air, whereas He Xian blazed so fiercely that it was difficult to look directly at him. An air of supremacy filled the entire scene, spirited and domineering.
"He Ziming, is it?" He Xian cast his gaze over, looking down like an emperor enthroned high above.