I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Shen Ming sheathed his sword very naturally, as if he had done something insignificant.

But that indifference and absolute power were like an invisible mountain, pressing down hard on the hearts of everyone in the Qiu family.

The death of the Imperial Elder before his eyes was as unbearable as the sky collapsing and the earth sinking.

"Elder..." a Qiu family disciple murmured in a trembling voice.

"Run!" Finally, someone shouted, breaking the oppressive silence.

Then, chaos spread like a wave, and the Qiu family disciples scattered and fled.

Shen Ming's eyes were indifferent as he pointed a finger into the air.

Ten thousand cold sword lights, like a storm of minced meat, tore the surrounding space apart, creating ripples.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sword light intertwined into a dazzling net of killing intent, chasing after the Qiu family disciples who were trying to escape.

They ran, flew, or activated their protective spiritual power, but all their struggles seemed futile in the face of the sky full of sword light.

Blood mist filled the air, and even the air itself had a slightly fishy, ​​sweet smell.

One by one, the members of the Qiu family fell down.

Normally, Shen Ming wouldn't bother drawing his sword at this time; he didn't like killing for the sake of killing.

However, the Qiu family's actions in the Endless Divine Realm are unforgivable.

Not to mention their cooperation with the First Temple in attacking him, they have harmed countless cultivators from the lower realms in the Hundred Thousand Mountains alone.

He couldn't enter the Endless Divine Realm now, and he was worried about not having a chance to take revenge. He wouldn't let any of those who came to his face get away with it.

The dead are dead, and the living are terrified.

Qin Mu and the others huddled together.

One second he was a gentle young man, the next he was so cold and ruthless.

Suddenly, Shen Ming looked at them, which startled Qin Mu so much that he avoided eye contact.

"No need to thank me." Shen Ming didn't bother arguing with him, left with those words, and boarded the Boundary Boat to depart.

Given what has happened, it is naturally impossible to travel together, and traveling together would be very inconvenient if we were to enter the secret realm together.

Everyone blinked, realizing he meant to deal with the Qiu family; they had escaped a calamity.

They breathed a sigh of relief only after Shen Ming had walked away.

"Sword Emperor, a Sword Emperor so young!?"

"Could it be that he wasn't joking earlier, and that he really is a prince of the Divine Flame Dynasty?"

"Why should someone traveling alone be greeted by a retinue and have a grand procession clearing the way?"

Qin Mu was very puzzled. If it were him, he would want everyone to know.

How could a king or noble be so low-key? They are still racking their brains to join the War King's Mansion, while he is already a king or noble who has been granted a title.

"It is said that some Immortal Kings and True Gods will create a clone to roam the mortal world," said an elder of the Qingyun Sect.

He didn't think Shen Ming was an incarnation of a Celestial King, but rather that Shen Ming's attitude towards life had a sense of detachment.

Ironically, before knowing Shen Ming's strength and level, they found it ridiculous.

Yun Qingwan's expression was complicated. She invited Shen Ming to join the team and walk side by side, which was a good start.

As a result, they kept their distance and missed out on many opportunities.

"Oh no, we have to get out of here."

Suddenly, they realized what was happening and dared not linger.

Shen Ming left, distancing himself from the situation; they were indeed not in cahoots.

Logically speaking, the Qiu family shouldn't be causing them trouble.

But in this trial ground, they understood that autumn is unreasonable.

If it falls into their hands, they're bound to come out worse off.

Not long after they left, an elder of the Qiu family arrived.

"Investigate!" the old patriarch said angrily.

……

At this time, the trial path corresponding to the Fifth Realm was bustling with activity.

The news of the emergence of the secret realm spread like wildfire throughout the three realms, causing a great uproar.

Rumor has it that this is the place where the ancient powerful Thunder Emperor fell, and where countless treasures and legacies are buried.

Countless forces from all over the world flocked to the scene.

A melodious bell rang from afar, as if traveling through a thousand years.

Accompanying the tolling of the bell were dozens of monks dressed in Confucian robes.

His gait exudes a graceful and detached charm.

The leader had white hair and beard, yet he was full of energy. A black jade brush hung at his waist, its tip shimmering with a faint spiritual light.

"It's the Jixia Academy!"

Some people exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with both awe and fear.

The academy, which stood since the time of the Holy Emperor and Divine Dynasty, has a long history.

At this moment, with a clear and melodious sword cry, a sharp sword aura surged from the sky, as if tearing the entire world apart.

A dazzling sword light pierced the sky, transforming into a massive sword boat. Its hull was as long and sharp as a sword blade, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.

The sword boat slowly descended, exuding a sword intent that could sweep across the eight wastelands. Leading it was a cultivator dressed in a blue-gold robe.

"It's Gu Tianming from Sword Saint Mountain!"

Sword Saint Mountain, a powerful sword cultivator force in Sword Province.

Gu Tianming is the most accomplished and youngest Sword Emperor in history.

At that moment, a sword light fell like a meteor, revealing the figure of a cool and aloof woman carrying a sword on her back.

Her temperament was like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, cold and aloof.

"Sword Fairy!"

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, like a meticulously crafted painting, with skin as smooth as cream, eyebrows like distant mountains, a delicate nose, and lips like cherry blossoms.

However, her beauty was not simply fragility, but a cool and aloof arrogance and a purity untouched by the mundane world, making her untouchable in the slightest.

She was certainly not at the level of a sword immortal; it was just a title given to her by well-meaning people based on her beauty.

The Sword Fairy did not refuse and gladly accepted.

Some people say this will bring bad karma.

But sword cultivators have always been like this, pursuing only what they like and fearless of the future.

Sword Fairy and Gu Tianming can be considered representative figures among these forces.

They all come from Jianzhou in the Middle Three Realms.

Although they did not belong to any faction, the sword brought them naturally closer.

Internally, sword cultivators ruthlessly compete for supremacy.

To the outside world, however, they are a united front.

As a result, Jianzhou became synonymous with sword cultivators, a force capable of rivaling the nine great dynasties.

Suddenly, a deep war drumbeat came from afar, as if the whole world was trembling with the beat of the drum.

Hearing this commotion, everyone knew that the imperial forces had arrived.

As expected, the Panyue Dynasty's procession slowly approached, its banners fluttering and golden light gleaming, its imposing presence like rolling thunder, carrying an unparalleled and majestic aura.

"Little Panhuang is here too?!"

At the very front of the procession, a young man sat atop a golden chariot.

He wore a golden dragon robe, and his brows exuded an innate nobility and majesty.

His face was handsome with a hint of sharpness, and his eyes were like gleaming gold, making people afraid to look directly at him.

A faint golden light flowed around him, a symbol of royal blood, seemingly in harmony with heaven and earth. Every gesture he made exuded imperial majesty.

This person is none other than the young emperor of the Great Pan Dynasty, known as the Little Pan Emperor.

The imperial court's greatest fear is that the crown prince will seize the throne.

This one was directly called Little Emperor, which shows how much he was favored.

Xiao Panhuang sat upright in his chariot, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the secret realm.

He didn't say anything, nor did he speak, but the oppressive feeling swept over him like a tidal wave.

Their determined attitude left everyone speechless; anyone who dared to stand in their way would face swift and severe repercussions.