The sudden appearance of the white-robed figure caused everyone present to freeze in shock, for the reason that none of them had sensed when he appeared or from where he had come—his arrival was completely silent.

The eerie atmosphere hung thick in the air, but what was even more astonishing were the words of this handsome man in white robes.

Disciple?

At this moment, those gathered around Tong Zixuan constricted their pupils, all turning their gazes toward the white-robed figure, their eyes full of surprise.

"Could it be that this is the master mentioned by the Island Master?" Staring at the white-robed figure, everyone felt a surge of amazement and curiosity, trying to discern his origins.

However, the handsome man in white bore no trace of aura, making it impossible to assess the depth of his power.

But none present dared to underestimate this person; if they couldn't perceive his power, his realm and cultivation must be exceedingly profound. Otherwise, why would such a situation arise?

Among the group, it was Tong Zixuan who was the most excited. The others didn't recognize the handsome man in white, but how could he forget how the man had saved his life and bestowed upon him a cultivation technique?

"If we meet again in the future and I am satisfied, I will take you as my disciple."

The promise this white-robed figure had made to him in the past was etched in his memory, unforgettable.

Over the years, Tong Zixuan had been strict with himself, cultivating diligently and holding on to his initial resolve, all so that he wouldn't disappoint the other upon their next meeting and could study under his tutelage.

But Tong Zixuan realized his wish had come true, as the other had clearly addressed him as a disciple when he spoke, meaning the man had already acknowledged him as his own.

However, he had miscalculated one point. Tong Zixuan thought he was the only one aware of the white-robed man's identity, but among those present, two others recognized him. To be precise, everyone here knew who he was.

"Lin Qian, how can you be here!" Qin Lingtian saw the figure appear and shouted in terror, his face dramatically changing.

After his exclamation, Qin Lingtian didn't hesitate for a second; he turned and fled, desperate to vanish from this world as if his life depended on it.

Not just him, Qin Batian at his side also had a petrified expression, as if he'd seen a ghost, quickly turning around and expending his soul power recklessly as he clumsily took to flight.

How could these two fail to recognize the cause of their dynasty's downfall? They had hidden away, preparing to take revenge once the opportunity arose, and regain all they had lost in one fell swoop.

Yet with the growing notoriety of the Huaxia Empire, they increasingly despaired. When Lin Qian's prestige was at its zenith, they understood that vengeance was an impossibility.

Putting aside others, just Lin Qian's maternal grandfather, the Yun Monarch, and his grandmother, the Ice Woman, were not individuals they could afford to provoke. Not to mention, the Yuan family had even declared allegiance to the Huaxia Empire, becoming a part of it.

Lin Qian, with such strength, was not someone they, father and son, could shake.

Upon seeing Lin Qian, they were already sweating profusely, especially after hearing his words, knowing that the master Tong Zixuan spoke of was none other than the Renhuang Martial Emperor of the Huaxia Empire. The two were so terrified that their spirits nearly left them; if they didn't flee now, when would they?

The actions of Qin Lingtian and his son, Qin Batian, left everyone present dumbfounded.

Originally, this father and son duo had maintained a stern, powerful presence in their eyes—haughty and proud, supreme in authority.

Everyone was astounded at the sight of the two men scrambling to flee and found it extraordinarily peculiar.

"How come, did I allow you to leave?" Just as Qin Lingtian and his father Qin Batian had started to flee into the air, Lin Qian's voice already resounded through the sky.

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It seemed as though the two, who were once esteemed and exalted, had suddenly fallen from grace.

Swoosh!

In the blink of an eye, four brawny shield bearers had already brought Qin Lingtian and his father before Lin Qian.

Under the cover of the imperial authority, let alone Qin Lingtian and his father, the people of Qing Island led by Liu Chuan also fell from the sky, suppressed and unable to stand or raise their heads, kneeling before Lin Qian.

At the same time, the Soul Martial Artists scattered across Ren Island, who had been locked in a fierce battle with those from Qing Island, couldn't have anticipated that their formidable foes would suddenly kneel before them, trembling and as if bearing an immense pressure.

Of course, they couldn't have imagined that the recently renowned Renhuang Martial Emperor had arrived on Ren Island, and it was his overwhelming presence that had subdued the Soul Martial Artists of Qing Island.

Qin Lingtian and Qin Batian were indeed powerful, but compared to Lin Qian, they fell significantly short.

Under Lin Qian's imperial authority, it was as if they were shackled from head to toe, completely incapable of even the slightest movement.

Upon arriving on Qing Island, Lin Qian had summoned the Imperial Army and began a purge, for he sensed that the Soul Martial Artists of Qing Island were steeped in a murderous aura, having committed countless atrocities; they all deserved death.

The Soul Martial Artists on Ren Island were obviously his disciple's subordinates, and naturally, he intended to protect them.

Thus, the Soul Martial Artists of Ren Island were shocked to find that after their enemies from Qing Island knelt, fully armed Soldiers emerged from the nearby dense forest and executed them.

The inhabitants of Ren Island were somewhat bewildered by the turn of events, unable to grasp what was happening all of a sudden.

"It's been a long time, two generations of the Human Emperor from the Qin Dynasty." At this moment, Lin Qian also approached Qin Lingtian and Qin Batian and mocked, "Why watch me so closely, thinking you could escape?"

Qin Lingtian took a deep breath and roared at Lin Qian, "Lin Qian, if you're really a man, then just kill me quickly. What skill is there in humiliating someone?"

Swoosh!

A flash of Sword Qi, condensed by White Orchid Ice Cold Soul Power, instantly decapitated Qin Lingtian. The cold energy emitted froze the blood in his veins so quickly that not a single drop spilled out.

"You're right, I have no intention to humiliate you," Lin Qian said, stepping toward Qin Batian as he looked at the elder before him. "Do you think someone like you, who treats your citizens like animals, is worthy of my humiliation?"

As his words fell, Qin Batian's head also dropped to the ground, ushering in a long silence.

Tong Zixuan, witnessing this scene, trembled with excitement.