Chapter 672: This Monk Is the Venerable Shakyamuni

"Void Annihilation!"

Lin Fan pointed a finger, and an invisible yet powerful force suddenly burst forth. Under this immense power, everything would turn to nothingness.

Boom!

The buildings of the Might Lord's city crumbled continuously, turning into dust that scattered between heaven and earth.

Lin Fan probed with his divine sense, taking in the entire city of the Might Lord, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Brutal! Utterly brutal!

The living conditions of the myriad races were even more miserable than he had imagined.

The dungeon shattered!

The city walls shattered!

The buildings shattered!

Everything within the Might Lord's city was breaking apart.

In the dungeon, the ancient tribe chiliarch with severed arms stared in terror at the scene before him.

The walls and formations around the dungeon all collapsed, sunlight streamed in, dispelling the evil within.

"Look up there."

The beings of the myriad races in the dungeon looked up and saw a figure standing in the void.

To the myriad races, this figure seemed like a celestial descending to save them.

"I am the Human Emperor of the human race, come today to suppress."

A majestic voice came from the void; each word was like thunder, booming incessantly, yet to the beings of the myriad races, it was heavenly music.

"Despicable human, how dare you act recklessly at the Might Lord's place!" roared the ancient tribe chiliarch with severed arms.

"Hmph!"

Just as the chiliarch finished speaking, a cold snort pierced through the air, carrying boundless power in the Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon, crushing down upon the chiliarch.

In an instant, the chiliarch was ground into fragments and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Courting death. Even the Might Lord has died by my hand; what do I have to fear?"

...

As Lin Fan said this, all the beings of the myriad races were shocked.

They raised their heads full of hope; the figure in the void exuded dominance, and to all the myriad races, he was the embodiment of hope.

Even the Might Lord had died by his hand.

The chieftain of the rabbit tribe looked at that figure, admiration showing on her face.

For some female beings of the myriad races, such a powerful and righteous being was the ideal partner in their hearts.

"Well killed! These damned ancient tribes deserve to die!"

"Haha, an ancient tribe lord being slain is unprecedented!"

"Human Emperor, Human Emperor—what kind of existence is that?"

...

For all the beings of the myriad races, their mood was now one of excitement.

"Human, how dare you act recklessly!"

At that moment, six rainbows flew in from various parts of the city.

In an instant, Lin Fan was surrounded by these six ancient tribe members, each exuding a very powerful aura.

The beings of the myriad races imprisoned in the dungeon also showed worried expressions.

"These are the six guardians under the Might Lord."

"These six guardians are extremely powerful; each has a cultivation of the fifth level of Divine Heaven Rank."

"Human Emperor, be careful!"

...

"Human, you are seeking death."

The six guardians surrounded Lin Fan, anger flashing in their eyes. This despicable human had destroyed the Might Lord's city; if the Might Lord returned, it would be a disaster.

As for the human's claim of killing the Might Lord, they deemed it impossible.

The Might Lord and two other lords had led millions of ancient tribe troops to besiege the Martial Emperor Sect; how could this human have such ability?

Lin Fan looked at these six ancient tribe members, then glanced at the ancient tribe soldiers below, and smiled calmly.

"Come at me together. I'll send you to reunite with your lord."

"Hmph, arrogant! Lord Might Lord leads millions of ancient tribes to besiege the Martial Emperor Sect; do you think you alone can match Lord Might Lord?" the six guardians roared angrily.

"Enough talk. Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way." Lin Fan said no more, took a step forward, and his aura became狂暴.

In the void, hundreds of millions of sword intents condensed into a sword realm. The sharp sword intents tore everything apart. The magnificent scene stunned all the ancient tribes, and even the beings of the myriad races were dumbfounded.

"This sword intent is so powerful; even a single strand can tear everything apart."

"Even a sword tribe expert couldn't compare."

"What kind of existence is this Human Emperor? Why haven't we heard of him in the Ancient Saint Realm before?"

...

"Ancient tribes, slain with one sword."

Whoosh!

Ten thousand swords shot forth, and heaven and earth became a world of swords.

In Lin Fan's eyes, these ancient tribes were mere ants; killing them was all that mattered.

For Lin Fan, he had only one goal: to exterminate the ancient tribes completely, leaving none alive.

Under these sharp sword intents, nothing could withstand them. The six guardians were instantly pierced by the sword intents, and even their primordial spirits had no time to escape before dissipating between heaven and earth.

The beings of the myriad races watched as the sword intents, as if sentient, passed by them and slew the ancient tribes, stunned.

"This Human Emperor is so powerful."

"This control over swords—even the sword tribe can't match it."

"The six guardians of the Might Lord were no match at all; it's terrifying."

Lin Fan's heart remained calm. The ancient tribes died, that was that. But he was slightly puzzled: where had the Might Lord hidden his wealth?

The buildings were all destroyed, yet he hadn't found a place where treasures were hidden.

Could it be that the Might Lord was also a pauper?

Screams continued without end. Some ancient tribe soldiers didn't even have a chance to react before their bodies were pierced.

Below the Divine Heaven Rank, all are ants.

Even those above the Divine Heaven Rank, to Lin Fan, could be shattered with one punch.

"To save all beings and enlighten all things, Human Emperor, your killing intent is too heavy."

Just then, a rumbling sound suddenly came. Lin Fan's brow furrowed.

"Goodness!"

In an instant, the distant void shook, and a golden character "Goodness" emerged, radiating ten thousand rays of light.

Under this radiance, Lin Fan found that his countless sword intents gradually lost their edge and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Who is it?"

Lin Fan frowned, gazing into the distance.

"Human Emperor, though the ancient tribes are cruel by nature, they can still be enlightened." A soothing voice came, and the distant void suddenly split open. A figure rode auspicious clouds, controlling all things, walking slowly.

Beside this figure, ancient tribe members surrounded him, worshiping devoutly.

"Another heretic." Lin Fan snorted disdainfully, but was astonished to find that the newcomer was from the Buddhist tribe.

A Buddhist halo circled behind his head; with each step, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and a lotus throne protected his body.

"This monk is the Venerable Shakyamuni. Greetings, Human Emperor."