I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

Ye Xinghe swung his arm lightly, as if throwing away an insignificant thing, and threw the Sima family strongman fiercely out of the holy land.

The strong man's body drew an arc in the air, and with a scream, he instantly disappeared from everyone's sight and was thrown far away from the holy land.

The rest of the Sima family members witnessed this scene and all of them turned pale with shock.

They opened their eyes wide, their mouths slightly open, wanting to say something but not daring to make a sound. They could only watch Ye Xinghe's body tremble slightly involuntarily.

They originally thought that they could reap the benefits of this chaos in the holy land, but they did not expect Ye Xinghe's strength to be so terrifyingly powerful.

One of the elders of the Sima family secretly thought that if Ye Xinghe had helped the Holy Lord from the beginning, the Lord of Divine Sword Peak would probably not even be able to resist, and the rebellion might have been quelled long ago.

Ye Xinghe glanced coldly at the remaining Sima family members and said in a cold voice, "If you still want to stay in this holy land, then shut up and stay here honestly. If anyone makes even the slightest noise, I will treat you like garbage and throw you all out of the holy land without a single one left."

"Don't try to challenge my patience, otherwise you will not be able to bear the consequences."

When everyone in the Sima family heard this, they trembled like sieves.

It was not because of fear of Ye Xinghe, but because of the pressure from him.

At this moment, they were like prey being targeted by a hunter. They dared not make any unusual movements and could only stand still, not daring to breathe, for fear that they would accidentally anger the evil star in front of them and end up being thrown out of the holy land.

In the sky, a fierce battle is going on.

The eyes of the master of Divine Sword Peak were bloodshot, and he had fallen into a state of madness.

He never imagined that the magic weapon that he had placed high hopes on and spent countless efforts and resources to obtain would be so vulnerable when facing the Holy Lord and could not do anything to him.

"How is this possible? I've been searching for this divine weapon for years, tempered through countless secret techniques. It should be indestructible, powerful enough to help me ascend to the throne of Saint Lord! Why is it like scrap metal in front of you?"

The master of Divine Sword Peak roared hysterically, waving the divine weapon wildly in his hand. Violent spiritual power rolled towards the Holy Chairman like a surging tsunami, as if he wanted to turn the tide of the battle with this last madness.

However, the Holy Lord remained calm and composed, and the golden halo around him easily dissipated all the sword energy.

The Holy Lord looked at the mad Divine Sword Peak Master, shook his head slightly, and his eyes held a trace of pity. "Do you think you can covet the position of Holy Lord by relying on external forces? Your ambition has long since blinded your mind."

The Holy Lord slowly raised his palm that was emitting light.

In an instant, the sky changed color, and a vast and powerful aura surged out from the holy body.

Behind the Holy Lord, a golden statue of the Tathagata Buddha, towering like a mountain and majestic as a god, slowly emerged. The golden statue was a hundred feet tall, radiating a dazzling golden light.

The face of Tathagata Buddha was solemn and dignified, with ears hanging down to his shoulders, and his eyes looked down with compassion and majesty at the master of Divine Sword Peak who was in a frenzy below.

I saw it slowly raising its huge golden hand.

As the Dharmakāya raised his hand, the originally clear sky was instantly shrouded in darkness. Only the golden Buddha light emitted by the Dharmakāya's golden body was like a scorching sun, illuminating the dark sky.

Seeing this, the leader of Divine Sword Peak felt an unprecedented fear in his heart.

He poured all his spiritual power into the magic weapon in his hand without reservation. The magic weapon instantly shone brightly and turned into a long black rainbow that rushed towards the golden body of the Holy Lord.

However, in front of the golden palm of Tathagata's Dharma image, this seemingly extremely powerful black rainbow appears so small and fragile.

The golden palm waved gently, seemingly slowly but actually as fast as lightning.

The long black rainbow instantly seemed to have hit an insurmountable golden mountain. With a crisp "crack" sound, the magic weapon was instantly covered with cracks and then it turned into countless fragments like broken glass and dissipated in the air.

Having lost the support of his magic weapon, the master of Divine Sword Peak widened his eyes in horror.

Before he could react, the golden palm of Tathagata's Dharma image had already slammed down with overwhelming force.

The master of Divine Sword Peak was enveloped by this powerful force and felt that his body was like a rootless duckweed, drifting in the storm.

He desperately used the remaining spiritual energy in his body to resist this force, but in the face of the absolute power of Tathagata's Dharma image, his resistance seemed so futile.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden palm slammed firmly on the body of the master of Divine Sword Peak.

In an instant, the earth shook violently, and the mountains around the master of Divine Sword Peak collapsed like dominoes, and the raised dust covered the sky.

The body of the master of Divine Sword Peak was smashed into the ground like a cannonball.

A huge deep pit appeared on the ground. In the pit, the master of Divine Sword Peak was bleeding from all seven orifices, his clothes were tattered, and he was dying.

The Holy Lord's figure was graceful, like a ray of golden light slowly falling from the air and landing steadily on the ground.

His clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and the sacred aura around him had not yet completely dissipated.

At this time, the master of Divine Sword Peak was trapped in the huge pit.

His body was badly broken, and blood kept flowing out of the wounds, staining the surrounding land red.

Although the breath of life in him was as weak as a candle in the wind, the unwillingness in his eyes was as hot as a burning flame.

He struggled to raise his trembling arms, but his body had already suffered devastating damage and could no longer support him in this final struggle.

Following a violent cough, blood spurted out of his mouth, his eyes gradually lost focus, and that unwilling obsession finally dissipated into the air as his life faded away.

The Holy Lord stood quietly by, looking at the dead Master of Divine Sword Peak, and sighed slightly.

Ye Xinghe looked at the settled scene in front of him with a calm expression. He raised his hand and patted it lightly, making a crisp sound.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

"Let's go, it's all over. We've been here for so long, it's time to go back and concentrate on training."

Ye Xinghe was about to leave when the head of Lingkuang Peak rushed forward with open arms to block his way.

The Spirit Mine Peak Master smiled broadly, "Peak Master Ye, wait a minute. Although today's events have come to a temporary end, the Holy Land has been severely damaged by this disaster, and the people are in a state of panic."

"If you could stay and take charge at this time, it would surely calm the people's hearts. I hope you would be merciful and agree to this."