Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

The sea of ​​clouds on Mount Jiuyi rolled and boiled in the morning light. Ye Qingzhou stood on the top of the mountain, and the three-foot-long sword in his hand emitted a clear dragon roar.

The sword energy surrounding him cut the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles into regular geometric shapes. The sunlight shone through these gaps, casting mottled sword marks of light on the mountain tops.

“It’s done.”

Ye Qingzhou exhaled lightly, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes. He waved the long sword in his hand casually, and an uninhabited deserted peak three hundred miles away was broken with a sound, and the broken surface was as smooth as a mirror.

This is a scene that has not been seen in the Blue Star martial arts world for eight thousand years - someone has broken through the shackles of heaven and earth and stepped into the legendary imperial realm.

News spread faster than sword energy.

When Ye Qingzhou returned to Tingtao Villa halfway up the mountain in the morning light, the Dongji Country's Tianji satellite had already captured the energy peak, and a purple-level alarm sounded throughout the Tianji Research Institute.

"Energy reading 3.7 million units, twelve times that of a standard nuclear explosion."

Gu Minghui took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. The blue light from the projection screen cast fine lines on his face.

"Immediately prepare the documents for conferring the title of 'Unparalleled Patriot', as well as the divine imperial armor - and immediately transport them to Mount Jiuyi."

At the same time, in the ruins of New York City in the Western Kingdom, the last twelve judges of the Scarlet Temple were gathering in a safe house three hundred meters underground.

The holographic projection repeatedly played the scene of the sword energy that crossed the Pacific Ocean three days ago - the scene where the Golden Council headquarters building was split into two.

“He must die.”

Chief Judge Kane's mechanical eye flashed red. As a remnant of the Bloody Temple, he had a deep hatred for Ye Qingzhou: "Even gods can't stop antimatter bullets..."

Before he finished speaking, the quantum shield of the safe house suddenly began to ripple.

Twelve lasers pierced through twelve heads at the same time, and the black combat uniforms of the Science and Strategy Department flashed in the dark.

“Cleared.”

The commander reported into the headset: "The remnants of the Sanctuary of Judgment have been eliminated, and the memory chips are being extracted."

The morning mist on Mount Jiuyi had not yet dissipated, but the Dongji Kingdom's airship was already hovering over Tingtao Villa.

Gu Minghui walked down the automatically deployed gangway, the purple-gold ribbon on his dark academician uniform fluttering in the wind. Behind him followed four soldiers carrying a metal box, the surface of which was flowing with the luster of liquid metal.

"Brother Ye, how are you?"

Qinglong jumped down from another aircraft, crushing the rocks with his military boots.

The youngest general of the Shen Ce Army was rarely not wearing a uniform, and his dark green gown rustled in the mountain wind. "Last time we parted, Canaan, you said you wanted to find a chance to break through, but I didn't expect..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Qinglong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw the sword hanging on Ye Qingzhou's waist - the sword was as crystal-clear as crystal, and the sword energy that could not be completely restrained by the scabbard carved fine patterns on the ground. Every character had a strong Taoist connotation, and just one glance at it made people's hearts feel as if they were being pressed down by Mount Tai.

"Congratulations, Sword Emperor."

Gu Minghui bowed deeply, sweat oozing from his forehead.

The Tianji instrument in his sleeve was alarming frantically, and the data showed that the energy field emitted by the person in front of him was comparable to that of a small star.

“I brought two gifts today.”

The metal box disintegrated automatically, gradually covering Ye Qingzhou's entire body as it transformed.

The nano-scale black armor resonated perfectly with his true energy, and nine coiled golden dragon patterns appeared on the chest armor.

"The Divine Emperor Armor."

Gu Minghui's voice tightened: "It is made of rare and precious things of heavenly materials, and can withstand..."

Ye Qingzhou suddenly raised his hand and Gu Minghui immediately fell silent.

The Sword Emperor tapped the air with his fingertips, and the convoy of the Europa delegation was winding up the mountain road. The high priest of the Pantheon, who was leading the group, was holding a syllable box inlaid with gems, which was a holy object that had been treasured by successive popes for thousands of years.

“Let them wait.”

Ye Qingzhou's tone was calm, but the birds within a ten-mile radius fell silent.

He turned to Qinglong and asked: "Are the remnants of the Blood God still behaving well?"

Qinglong smiled and complimented, "On Blue Star, no one can go against your will. Now there are only a few Blood Knights who dare not show up in the cracks of Canaan. The peacekeeping forces of the Shen Ce Army are enough to suppress them."

He handed over the gilded wooden box: "The special medal of honor and the sword tassel of 'Mountains and Rivers Forever', the old marshal said... it's considered a dowry."

The mountain wind suddenly became fierce.

Ye Qingzhou took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. The moment the wine spilled, it turned into thousands of sword energies, carving out a map of the entire Dongji Kingdom on the sea of ​​clouds.

Several heads of small countries in the European delegation knelt on the spot, and the phylactery of the high priest of the Pantheon exploded, revealing the blood-stained crown of thorns inside - the holy object that was taken away by the vampires three hundred years ago.

"Tell the West Pole Nation."

Ye Qingzhou's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone. "I don't need prisoners. The blood debts on the hands of those judges should be paid with their lives."

Gu Minghui's quantum communicator suddenly lit up, and the holographic image of the Minister of Science and Strategy said hurriedly: "All prisoners have been executed according to the Sword Emperor's wishes. The antimatter weapon research and development plan has been terminated immediately. This is a joint statement between Eagle Nest and us..."

Ye Qingzhou nodded slightly, then turned and looked towards the sea of ​​clouds.

He tapped lightly with his fingertips on the Shenwu Emperor's Armor, and the Nine-Section Golden Scroll Secret Culture transformed into a dragon phantom that suddenly came to life, wandered around the Tingtao Courtyard, and turned into a solid entity that sat on the roof.

Someone in the Europa delegation fainted - that was the legendary dragon energy taking shape, a magical power only possessed by the emperor.

"Ask Jiange to meet the guest in three days."

Ye Qingzhou left these words and disappeared, leaving only a streak of sword energy from the top of the mountain rushing straight into the sky, tearing a crack in the atmosphere that penetrated into space.

In the images sent back by satellites from various countries, the pattern formed by the cracks is clearly a sword drawn from its sheath.

Qinglong took out a military canteen and took a gulp: "Lao Gu, do you think he let the satellite take the picture on purpose?"

Gu Minghui was frantically recording data. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly: "The emperor-level strongman can change the world with a single thought. From now on, the rules of Blue Star must be changed according to Jiuyi Mountain's wishes."

At the foot of the mountain, the new Minister of Defense of the West Pole Country was announcing a comprehensive disarmament plan in front of the camera, and the logo of the Ministry of Science and Strategy was slowly taken down in the background.

In the sky outside the camera, the traces of sword energy left by Ye Qingzhou lingered for a long time, like the sword of Damocles hanging over the blue star.

…………

The holographic projection screen in the conference room repeatedly played the scenes from three days ago.

Ye Qingzhou crossed the ocean with a sword, shattered the headquarters of the Golden Council, and the Archbishop of the Bloody Temple was reduced to ashes in the holy light.

General Craig tapped his fingers on the table, his rhythm cold and depressing: "Everyone, we lost."

Alicia Wayne called up the data panel, which compared the energy readings of all the military bases in the Western Antarctic Country.

The energy peak of the sword energy that Ye Qingzhou casually swung out exceeded the total nuclear weapons reserve of the Western Kingdom for the entire year.

“This isn’t human,” she whispered. “This is a walking Scourge.”

The voice of "Night Owl" was hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire: "The accumulation of the Sanctuary of Judgment for three hundred years was completely destroyed in three days. He didn't even show his face, but just let the East Pole Country spread a message - 'You will suffer for your own mistakes.'"

President Lowell's face was gloomy. "The blood sacrifice ceremony of the Bloody Temple has been exposed. Global public opinion has nailed us to the pillar of shame. Now even Europe has turned to the East Pole Country. We don't even have a diplomatic card to play."

Craig sneered: "You still care about public opinion? When the Bloody Temple controlled finance and manipulated faith, why didn't it worry about public opinion? Now that Ye Qingzhou has overturned the table with a sword, you are starting to get scared?"

The conference room fell into dead silence.

Alicia pulled up the latest analysis report. "The conclusion is simple."

She closed the datapad. "We have no means of threatening him unless..."

“Unless what?”

Lowell asked eagerly.

"Unless we can find another 'Emperor Realm'."

Craig sneered: "The second emperor is also in Dongji Country. It is said that the War Emperor admires the Sword Emperor very much. I am afraid that we will have to face two emperors at the same time. This is really great."

Craig stood up, and on the holographic map behind him, the military bases of the Western Kingdom went dark one by one.

“I propose a comprehensive strategic contraction.”

Lowell frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means, give up."

Craig said coldly, without any personal emotion in his tone: "The Bloody Temple is dead, the Golden Council has been destroyed, and we can take this opportunity to get rid of the control of these vampires. Now, the Eagle's Nest and the Department of Scientific Strategy are the future of the West Pole Country."

Alicia nodded: "We can submit on the surface and secretly study the source of the power of the imperial realm. If we can't fight, then... imitate it."

"Night Owl" suddenly laughed, and his laughter sounded like a knife scraping glass: "Do you think Ye Qingzhou will let you study him?"

Craig glanced at him coldly and said, "So, the remnants of the Sanctuary of Judgment must be wiped out."

The door of the conference room slid open silently, and four fully armed special forces members walked in, pointing their guns at "Night Owl".

"you……"

bang~
The sound of gunfire echoed in the enclosed space, and the body of "Night Owl" slowly fell down. The last vampire in power in the Western Kingdom fell.

Craig looked at Lowell: "Mr. President, do you agree with our proposal?"

Lowell wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "...Agree."

Soon, the meeting reached a clear consensus:
First, completely stop all hostile actions against Ye Qingzhou

Second, publicly declare disarmament and destroy all banned weapons, including the technology left behind by the vampires.

Third, the Science Strategy Department secretly launched the "New Human Plan" to study the integration of martial arts and technology.

Fourth, Eagle's Nest will withdraw all overseas troops to avoid conflict with the East Pole Kingdom.

At the end of the meeting, Alicia asked Craig softly: "Do you think... Ye Qingzhou will really let us go?"

Craig looked towards the east, as if he could see the figure standing on the top of Mount Jiuyi through the layers of rock and steel.

“He won’t let us go.”

He whispered, "He just... disdains it. After all, why would an emperor who is so high up on the earth waste time stepping on ants to death one by one?"

The destruction of the Blood Temple led to the complete collapse of the global blood clan forces, and the remaining forces went underground. Ye Qingzhou didn't even have to do anything himself, as the opposition forces within the Western Kingdom had already collapsed on their own.

This is the power of the emperor—one person suppresses an entire country, and a single word determines life and death.

…………

The "Fairy Palace on the Clouds" is suspended a thousand meters in the air. The entire building is held up by a floating formation. Amidst the clouds and mist, cranes flap their wings and spiritual springs flow.

Xu Yuebing was wearing a moon-white dress and a "Nine-Sky Phoenix Feather Hairpin" in her hair. It was an imperial weapon casually made by Ye Qingzhou. Just wearing it made the surrounding space slightly distorted.

Behind her, Qingjiao Yingyue, the "female god of wealth" who has recently been making a big splash in the business world, now respectfully holds the wine glass for her and greets the guests with a smile on her face.

"That is... the Martial God of the Tenth Heavenly Stage?!"

someone exclaimed.

"Martial God? In front of Emperor Ye, he is just a tea server."

Someone sighed in a low voice.

Xu Wanqing held her husband Xu Yinchuan's arm, her eyes full of satisfaction: "Yue Bing, this girl, has a really good vision."

Xu Yinchuan smiled bitterly: "Who would have thought that the boy who was unknown in the high school swordsmanship club would become the best in Blue Star now?"

In the crowd, Zhu Hanwen, the former head teacher of Linjiang High School, now has gray hair on his temples. He stood in a corner, looking at Ye Qingzhou, who was the center of attention, with red eyes.

"Teacher Zhu."

Ye Qingzhou's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Zhu Hanwen shuddered all over, and when he turned around, he saw Ye Qingzhou standing in front of him with a smile on his face, just like the quiet student he was back then.

"Qingzhou... No, Ye Di."

Zhu Hanwen's voice choked with sobs.

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "In front of you, I will always be the student who likes to cause trouble for you."

He raised his hand and lightly tapped, and a ray of imperial energy flowed into Zhu Hanwen's body. The middle-aged man, who was over fifty years old and felt the decline of his body functions, now felt his blood boiling, and his aging body began to reverse!

"this……"

"A little token of my appreciation. May the teacher live a long life."

Ye Qingzhou smiled.

“Old Ye!”

A hearty laugh was heard.

Ye Qingzhou turned around and saw Huang Liwen in a gorgeous brocade robe, with a stunning beauty on each side - Yao Yexin and Yan Xiyue, the most beautiful geniuses of the contemporary Hehuan Sect, who have now entered the realm of Martial Saint.

"Sure, Old Huang."

Ye Qingzhou raised his eyebrows. His divine eyes had seen through Huang Liwen's cultivation: "You have practiced the magical skill of Yin Yang Jiao Zheng very well. You have even digested the blood of Emperor Huang."

Huang Liwen chuckled: "I can't compare to you, you can defeat the whole world with one sword. But... "

He leaned in and whispered, "The Hehuan Sect has recently accepted a new batch of disciples. Do you want to leave a few for you?"

Ye Qingzhou laughed: "Forget it, I'm afraid Yue Bing will chop down your He Huan Sect with one sword."

Yao Yexin smiled softly and covered her lips: "Emperor Ye is joking. If Sister Xu is willing, our Hehuan Sect welcomes her to visit at any time."

Yan Xiyue blinked and said, "If Emperor Ye wants to experience the mystery of Yin and Yang one day, we sisters are always here to serve you."

Ye Qingzhou shook his head and laughed, and a sword energy shot out casually, frightening Huang Liwen so much that he quickly pulled the two women back: "Fuck! Old Ye, are you serious?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, next time it won't be a warning."

Ye Qingzhou laughed and scolded.

Lu Yifan, once the leader of the Linjiang High School Sword Club, is now the owner of the "White Crane Tower" and has entered the realm of a martial arts master.

Miao Yi, the former head of the Miao Dao Club of Linjiang No. 1 Middle School, is now the head of the Yi Dao Sect. He is the first martial artist in the sect to enter the Grandmaster realm and vowed to carry forward his Miao Dao. (End of this chapter)