After the Void Gate stopped opening, everyone had joyful smiles on their faces, thinking that this time they had prevented the arrival of the Western Gods.
However, their smiles did not last long when a figure suddenly condensed out of the door.
His appearance is dignified, majestic, and handsome,
Her long hair hangs down on her shoulders. On her head is a crown woven from the wood of the god of love.
He is dressed very luxuriously, with his head held high in the sky, a silver bow and arrows and a quiver on his back, and a golden sword in his hand.
This person exudes a powerful light and aura, covering everything.
The dazzling light illuminated almost everyone who could not open their eyes.
"Who prevented the gate from opening?"
The majesty in his voice shook the whole world. Everyone felt their ears buzzing and almost became deaf.
That aura makes people feel the urge to worship him.
"snort!"
Yang Tian snorted angrily, and the aura of the Immortal Emperor emitted, confronting the aura of the god.
The invisible aura collided in the void, causing the entire void to shatter.
Everyone also continued to retreat to a safe range under the aftermath, and then stopped.
They finally saw the power of the Western God, and their faces turned pale.
A strong man in the Eastern monastic world stared at this dignified Western man: "Is he the legendary Western god?"
After hearing these words, everyone's expressions suddenly sank to the bottom of their heads.
The Immortal Emperor has exhausted his cultivation. If the god takes action at this time, who can stop him?
The god in the void let out a light sigh, and his eyes fell on Yang Tian.
He did not expect that in this world, there would be people who could not only refuse to surrender under his aura, but could actually stand up to him.
This surprised Apollo.
"Who are you?"
Apollo frowned, stared at Yang Tian coldly, and spoke in a superior tone.
"People of the East."
The young man said this sentence with indifferent eyes, and then stared at the sky. The man in gorgeous robes asked: "Who are you?"
Apollo spoke in a contemptuous tone: "I am Phoebus Apollo, the god of light, also known as the sun god to you mortals."
After hearing Apollo's introduction, everyone in the Eastern monastic community was filled with shock.
"Oh my God, he is Apollo, the sun god in Western mythology and legend."
"The son of Zeus in myths and legends is in charge of the light in the world. Are we fighting against the gods?"
Everyone has begun to despair.
In their perception, gods are synonymous with power. Even if they have great strength, they do not dare to compete with the Western gods.
Because the power of gods has been deeply imprinted in their bones.
They have preconceptions, so they are naturally afraid.
However, in Yang Tian's eyes, Western gods are not gods at all.
To put it bluntly, they are just a race, a race with a long life span.
Whether he is an immortal or a god, he just has a higher realm than ordinary people and has extraordinary means.
Although there is a big gap between us and others, this gap is not so insurmountable.
At the very least, in Yang Tian's eyes, the strength of this sun god is not as good as his former peak.
Therefore, seeing this Apollo showing off his superiority in front of him, the boy's lips curled up into a disdainful sneer.
"Ignorant mortal, what are you laughing at?"
Apollo had a hint of indifference on his face and snorted angrily.
"You haven't knelt down when you see this god coming."
The young man raised his eyelids and looked at the sun god Apollo with cold eyes, and said with ridicule in his tone: "Even if your true form comes, I won't be afraid, besides, it's just a shadow. What does it mean to me? It's okay.
Are you qualified to make me kneel down?"
He points to the sky
The tone is arrogant.
"I can reverse even this piece of heaven. You are just an ordinary protoss and cannot enter my eyes at all. Now that the divine world is connected to this place, let Zeus come out to talk to me."
After saying these words, the tens of thousands of cultivators behind the young man, as well as people from Tianfu, people from the demon clan, and people from the witch clan couldn't help but feel their blood boiling.
"The Immortal Emperor is mighty."
"The Immortal Emperor is right. What is your status in the God Realm? Are you qualified to talk to the Immortal Emperor? Let Zeus come out."
"Hahaha, what's wrong with the gods? I've angered the Immortal Emperor, and today is the beginning of the slaughter of the gods."
Tens of thousands of people chanted together, and the sound was so shocking that even Apollo, a god, couldn't help but change his face, feeling a little scared.
"Crazy, completely crazy, you lowly and inferior human beings dare to disobey me."
When the sun god Apollo reacted, his face almost twisted.
Thinking of just now, he actually felt a sense of fear in his heart, which made him angry.
Thousands of years ago, the gods once ruled this land, and those ignorant mortals knelt down one after another when they saw them. No one dared to disrespect them.
But after being isolated from the world for thousands of years, they didn't expect that when they came to this world again, it would be a completely different scene.
No one knelt down to worship him, no one praised him, only these lowly human beings spoke rudely to him, belittled his status, and even wanted to kill him.
This gave Apollo, the sun god, a sense of psychological disparity.
At this moment he was holding back his anger.
He had just arrived here, and thousands of years had passed. He had no idea what was going on here, so he wanted to know first what had happened in the past thousand years, and why he had stopped halfway through the sacrifice.
The teleportation gate to the God Realm is only half open, which is not enough for their true bodies to arrive.
He glanced around here at this moment and recognized that this should be a small world created by their gods.
After its original creation, many races thrived here, including dragons, elves, and orcs.
But now, the place is deserted and desolate, the whole world has almost collapsed, and the ground is full of dead bodies, exuding the smell of blood.
None of their western races survive, and the corpses of those western races are everywhere.
The entire teleportation formation was soaked in blood, and the altar originally used for sacrifice had cracked. There was a golden sword stuck in the ancient pattern in the center of the altar.
The young man was standing next to the golden sword, looking at him indifferently.
After seeing all this clearly, Apollo gritted his teeth and growled: "This sacrifice has obviously been successful. It was you who stopped this sacrifice, right? Everything was caused by you."
"That's right."
Yang Tian admitted generously,
"Why?"
Apollo, the sun god, sounded angry and wanted to rush up and kill Yang Tian.
"You have lived in the God Clan for thousands of years. Isn't it good for you to live? You have to come to my territory to die."
When Yang Tian finished speaking these arrogant words, Apollo was almost overwhelmed by anger and reason.
"Fart, you are people from the East. This is the West. When did it become your territory? This is the former homeland of our Western gods."
"It's mine now."
The young man raised his eyes and said: "I have knocked it down. All the races here have been destroyed by me. The servants of your gods and the loyal believers have also been killed. Now the west is under my control."
"You, abominable intruder, dare to destroy our entire west. The Gods will not let you go."
Apollo heard everyone being destroyed, and he roared furiously
But the young man said with lonely eyes: "You can't blame me for this. It was you from the West who invaded first. I just treated others in their own way."
Having said this, he spoke again in an arrogant tone,
"Go back to your divine realm. All your forces in the west have been annihilated by me. Now this world in the west is my world, and there is no place for your gods."
These words were mixed with the momentum of the Immortal Emperor, which shocked the world.
With such domineering words spoken, all the Eastern monks behind the young man couldn't help but look up in admiration.
Dare to speak like this to a god. He is worthy of being called the Immortal Emperor.
Wen Ya and other girls all had a hint of brilliance in their beautiful eyes.
The words spoken by the young man on the altar at this moment will be passed down forever. (To be continued)
