The Peerless Emperor

Ye Xin had thought that she was doomed this time, that her death was certain.

But to her surprise, it was at this critical juncture that Lin Qian actually appeared, which truly was an unexpected joy.

Looking at the familiar face, Ye Xin's entire body went limp in Lin Qian's arms; these past days, the entire burden of the Huaxia Empire had pressed solely on her shoulders, and she had endured indescribable immense pressure.

You must understand that she was, after all, a woman, suddenly taking control of such a vast empire, and despite being highly talented, she was extremely weary.

After all, she didn't have Lin Qian's controlling system, nor did she have Zhuge Ming from Xuanhuan Star and the massive Heavenly Art Department's support behind her—she only had herself to rely on at that time.

Fortunately, her efforts weren't in vain, as the Huaxia Empire ultimately held on until Lin Qian's return.

Suspended mid-air, Lin Qian, clad in a white robe, held Ye Xin quietly aloft.

After repelling those eleven Entering Saint Realm undead, Lin Qian looked down at Ye Xin in his arms, his expression instantly softened, his eyes full of tenderness, "These past years have been hard on you, Xinxin."

"At last, you've finally returned, Little Qian!" Seeing that familiar face and smelling that familiar scent, Ye Xin let down her guard and leaned against Lin Qian's chest, "It's really so wonderful."

At this moment, Lin Qian's gaze swept across the entire battlefield, which was extraordinarily vast.

A significant number of Dead Spirit Army, numerous different races, the Imperial Army and War Beast Army, along with many Soul Martial Artists.

After returning to the Soul Martial Continent, the Heavenly Art Department had once again established contact with each other.

Thus, he was fully aware of the specific circumstances unfolding on the Soul Martial Continent, and he understood the current situation very well.

Whether it was the seabed or the eastern and western continents, nearly all living beings from the Soul Martial Continent had unified, joining the Huaxia Empire.

Lin Qian could even imagine the pressure Ye Xin must face had to face, especially since he wasn't by her side.

Boom!

At the same time, the royal authority within Lin Qian's body utterly erupted, releasing all at once—the royal robe with the imperial edict solidified upon him, the black robe with a Golden Dragon, majestic beyond measure.

And the pressure emitting from his body spread outwards like a crushing force, causing the whole battlefield's Dead Spirit Army, seemingly restrained, to move far less fluidly than before.

The Dead Spirit Army was intimidated by Lin Qian's pressure, greatly easing the strain on those engaged in combat with them.

At this time, Zhao Long and Yuan Supreme also retreated to Lin Qian's side, gazing ahead at the undead with somber expressions, clearly, the enemy's strength exceeded their expectations.

It was at this moment that Zhao Long suddenly noticed changes in his own body, his strength growing at an incredibly fast rate.

Upon realizing this, Zhao Long looked towards Lin Qian in astonishment, "Your Majesty..."

"Indeed, I have broken through," Lin Qian said, nodding softly as he responded directly to Zhao Long's surprised look.

With Lin Qian's response, Zhao Long's emotions were visibly more excited, looking at the eleven Entering Saint Realm undead before him, the worried look on his face completely vanished.

Since His Majesty had successfully broken through, he knew that his own realm would surely make great strides too, and the Entering Saint Realm undead in front of him would no longer pose any problem.

Accompanied by Zhao Long's surging battle spirit, the aura emanating from him also grew at a terrifying speed. His strength soared, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the Entering Saint Realm.

Once his aura stabilized, he stood as a genuine Entering Saint Realm powerhouse, his presence even three parts stronger than that of the Yuan Supreme.

Beside him, the Yuan Supreme, sensing the changes in Zhao Long's aura, was filled with surprise. He hadn't expected the opponent's strength to increase so much in the blink of an eye.

Being still in the Transcendence Realm and able to contend with the Saint Realm undead, now that he had reached the Entering Saint Realm, wouldn't that mean...

"Peerless!" Excitement flashed across Zhao Long's face as he roared out, swinging the Tailong Spear in his hand. He glared at the Saint Realm undead before him: "You abominations daring to invade our Huaxia Empire, your crimes are indeed unforgivable. Die! Die! Die!"

Zhao Long, who roared into action, was bathed in golden light, as the Huaxia attribute Soul Power completely erupted. He vanished from his spot in a flash, his spear striking like a dragon!

The undead from a foreign race before him became Zhao Long's target. This undead had dared to attack the Empress herself; had the Emperor not returned in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

If Ye Xin had perished, Lin Qian would have been in utmost sorrow. This foreign undead, having nearly brought such grief to the supreme Emperor, was unforgivable.

Zhao Long's eyes twinkled with a sharp light, and he thrust his Tailong Spear directly at the undead of the foreign race before him.

At the tip of the spear, the golden light flickered, containing tremendous might. The sound of tearing through the air was deafening—a strike with lethal intent.

The Dead Spirit Army was inherently fearless towards death, for they were already undead.

This foreign undead of the Saint Realm, faced with such a thrust, showed not the slightest fear and instead actively met it head-on.

The undead's body was incredibly sturdy, tempered by deathly qi; ordinary Primordial Weapons and Soul Devices could not inflict harm, and it already possessed the realm of the Entering Saint Realm.

Before, even the Yuan Supreme had difficulty leaving indelible marks on the opponent's body, which was extremely challenging.

But at that moment, Zhao Long's Tailong Spear pierced through the undead's defending arms and directly penetrated its heart.

"Ha!" Immediately following, Zhao Long shouted forcefully, and the rotating force of the spear emerged, twisting the undead's body, shattering its supposed indestructible form into pieces.

Even after deathly qi permeation, allowing the revived undead to heal, being twisted into such brokenness, no amount of deathly qi could see it rise again.

With one thrust of the spear, a Saint Realm undead was thoroughly slain.

After retrieving his spear and stepping back, Zhao Long once again targeted the remaining ten Saint Realm undead. Like a tiger among sheep, with his Tailong Spear's dance, not a single undead could withstand him.

Their once-sturdy bodies were a joke before the peerless Zhao Long.

In fact, many saw a Saint Realm undead's sturdy body explode with a single spear thrust, instantly boosting morale across the battlefield.

The combat intensified, and the fighters became even more valiant. The tide of the battle began to turn, with the Dead Spirit Army gradually falling into disadvantage.

In the end, the Dead Spirit Army frenziedly retreated. The victorious side erupted in excited cheers.

However, Lin Qian's expression was solemn as he watched the retreating Dead Spirit Army.