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

The Panhuang Years Sword was given to Di Ling by the Panyue Dynasty, in the hope that he would one day become a Holy Emperor.

Unfortunately, Di Ling did not use a sword; the Sword of Time only came in handy at this time.

The sword spirit of the Panhuang Time Sword appeared immediately, a distinguished and majestic man, exactly the same as the sword spirit of the Void Sword last time, both being the former Panhuang.

What's different is their aura; the person before me is shrouded in a deep, vast aura, as if they have traversed endless years.

"Shen Ming, I'm waiting for you to come and kill me!"

Di Ling left behind a sentence, turned around without hesitation, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Shen Ming frowned slightly, about to give chase, but the Panhuang Sword Spirit waved its sleeve, and the phantom of the River of Time instantly enveloped him.

Shen Ming felt the surrounding space violently distorted, as if he were trapped in a time turbulence.

On the horizon, Di Ling's figure had already turned into a dot.

"give it to me."

As Jian Li spoke, the Great Luo Sword shone with boundless light, and a slender, blurry figure emerged from the sword's blade.

The surrounding void was instantly enveloped in a celestial aura.

She was a woman like a banished immortal, pure and refined, with skin as white as ice and bones as jade, like a fairy who stepped out of a painting.

“Go,” Jian Li said.

Shen Ming nodded. The sword spirits of Panhuang's three swords were all at the Sword Saint level, and the Daluo Sword would need to unleash its fifth strike to counter them.

During his journey to the Treasure Realm, the Great Luo Sword was already capable of unleashing its sixth strike.

Therefore, Shen Ming used the Eternal Exile technique and broke through the void to escape.

The Panhuang Sword Spirit raised an eyebrow, making no futile reaction, and its majestic gaze fell on Jian Li.

Neither of the two sword spirits spoke.

Panhuang Sword Spirit snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the River of Time surged forth, each wave carrying endless power of time, sweeping towards the Great Luo Sword Spirit.

Jian Li's expression was cold. With a light wave of her hand, a vast sword aura poured out like a reversed Milky Way, forcefully cleaving through the turbulent flow of time.

She took a step forward, her white robes as white as snow, her sword intent condensing into a dazzling halo, its sharpness piercing the heavens and earth.

The two sword spirits clashed instantly, their sword intent and the power of time colliding violently in the air, unleashing a deafening roar.

In an instant, the void shattered layer by layer, as if it could not bear the clash of two supreme forces.

The two sword spirits clashed, their sword cries shaking the heavens and their aura overwhelming!

……

Di Ling was enveloped in a strange cyan-gold light, and the void beneath his feet surged like flowing water.

This was the escape technique he was most proud of.

The power of the Emperor's Bone utilizes the laws of the void to the extreme, allowing one to travel thousands of miles with each step.

He traversed the endless void of the Treasure Realm, escaping tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Just then, a whooshing sound descended from the sky like thunder.

Di Ling looked up abruptly and saw a figure streaking across the sky like a shooting star.

Shen Ming transformed himself into a sword, the sword light was like a rainbow, and his aura was unstoppable, as if divine punishment had descended.

"You dare to chase after me? You dare to chase after me without even using a sword?" Di Ling was both shocked and furious.

For a sword cultivator to abandon his natal sword is undoubtedly courting death. My double pupils have been restored, and I still have the strength to fight.

"Without your sword, how much strength do you have left?" Di Ling endured the pain, his eyes suddenly bursting with dazzling light.

His right hand surged with immense power, while his left hand grasped at the void, condensing into a blazing blade of law light.

Shen Ming raised his hand, causing the void to tremble. An ancient and simple cauldron appeared from the sky, its entire body flowing with the radiance of the universe. It was like a piece of heaven and earth pressing down, instantly swallowing the light blade without a trace.

Di Ling's eyes shone brightly, like two small suns, his gaze fixed on the Hengyu Cauldron that was slowly pressing down.

He roared, unleashing the power of the Emperor's Bone and the Double Pupil Technique simultaneously, his divine sense and magical power exploding in full force.

However, the moment his double pupils came into contact with the runes flowing on the Hengyu Cauldron, his pupils suddenly trembled!

Di Ling roared in pain, covering his eyes with both hands. His double pupils were burning, and his soul convulsed.

He felt as if countless dazzling lights suddenly burst forth before his eyes, as if countless sharp blades had pierced his pupils, each ray of light piercing his sea of ​​consciousness.

The next second, everything went black before Di Ling's eyes. He tried to activate his pupil technique, but the intense pain in his eyes almost made him faint, and he could no longer sense the outside world.

"He's blind due to double pupils!"

This is something no one expected.

They had considered the possibility of Di Ling's defeat, or even death, but they never imagined that he would go blind.

"No wonder he's number one on the list of gods."

Some people sighed like this.

Shen Ming revealed his killing intent, and the Hengyu Cauldron slowly rose and fell, completely enveloping Di Ling's figure, with a suppressive power like the collapse of the sky.

Di Ling felt that disaster was imminent, but he couldn't react.

"stop!"

A deafening roar suddenly came from afar.

A dazzling golden light suddenly flashed in the air, transforming into a tall figure, as if a god had descended.

The man exuded an aura of boundless majesty, his gaze sharp as lightning as he stared at Shen Ming.

The Celestial God of the Celestial Clan, the Celestial God.

"Emperor Ling has withdrawn from the struggle for the Holy Emperor title, and the Pan Yue Dynasty has nothing to do with us." Chi Shen spoke coldly, his voice booming like thunder, carrying an undeniable threat.

"Ok?"

Shen Ming's reaction was indifferent; he didn't think that these words would make him give up.

Even if you become the Holy Emperor, you will only be integrating the nine great dynasties of the Fifth Realm. You would not want to provoke the imperial clans in the Sixth Realm.

The sacred realm of the Tianchi clan contains Saint Kings and ancient giants who achieved greatness through the Saint Kings.

I know you have no taboos, but making enemies everywhere is unwise.

"I'm giving you a chance for peace; we'll let bygones be bygones."

Chi Shen calmly and deliberately explained the pros and cons to Shen Ming.

Shen Ming comes from the lower realm and may not be aware of the structure of the Sixth Realm or the strength of the major powers.

"I am the Holy Emperor, and the Emperor cannot be humiliated." This was Shen Ming's reply, and the Hengyu Cauldron roared deafeningly in the air.

Di Ling shuddered. Although he could no longer see, he could still feel the astonishing pressure emanating from the Hengyu Cauldron.

"you dare!"

The Hengyu Cauldron plummeted down like a meteorite, descending from the sky with immense power, pressing down on Emperor Ling.

"boom!"

The Hengyu Cauldron slammed down on Di Ling's body, and the explosive shockwave instantly swept outwards.

In that instant, Di Ling's body was crushed like a piece of paper, his body instantly shattered, and he almost completely lost all his form.

Upon seeing this, the Fiery God's expression changed drastically, and he was filled with rage, his eyes shooting out dazzling golden light.

"Get out!"

Shen Ming invoked the Holy Emperor's authority in the Treasure Realm to directly drive away the projection of the Blazing God.

"The Emperor cannot be insulted? The Gods cannot be insulted either! My Tianchi clan will fight you to the death!"

Outside the treasure realm, the Blazing God roared.

The fall of a contemporary saint is a tremendous loss and a failure.

Shen Ming ignored him and landed on the ground.

Among Emperor Ling's remains, his blood-soaked bones were intact, emitting a soft glow.

Shen Ming didn't plan to transplant it into his own body; it was a bit disgusting. However, it was still a treasure that he cared about, so he casually tossed it into his storage bag.