Fang Han independently barging into the "Hall of Judgment" and directly sitting onto "Emperor Feather's" sectmaster throne—such behavior, in anyone's eyes, was an act of high treason. However, his majestic fame of fighting against the barbarian race had already spread out, and everyone knew the formidability of this disciple.
Ordinary Saints did not dare to strike at him.
His fierce might was prominent; in front of many people, he had slain all of the "Treasure Saint", "Sorrow Saint", and "Illusion Saint" of the Five Mountains Divine Sect and refined them directly. How could ordinary Saints dare to oppose him?
Only Supreme Immortal emperors were able to strike at him.
The appearance of "Emperor Weapon"—naturally unable to tolerate such behavior of high treason—aimed directly at Fang Han with a single palm, striking out the "Weapons Overlooking the World" weapon path killing move.
"Emperor Weapon, you strike at me? For what matter?"
Facing Emperor Weapon's attack, Fang Han retained composure in his expression. Looking at the constantly collapsing space and millions of millions of weapons, he didn't even blink an eye. From his body, a massive dragon claw flew out, capturing down from midair, and all the weapons fell into the dragon claw.
Following that, the dragon claw emitted a supreme and boundless aura, the immemorial primeval era all existing within a single palm. "Progenitor Dragon Seal!" Amidst a roaring dragon's cry, Emperor Weapon's palm was vibrated into a fragmented and broken state, and his body retreated two steps back.
"Damnable!"
Emperor Weapon's face changed. Taking a breath and spitting out, a massive Heaven-Drawing Halberd appeared in his hand. His body leaped up, the massive halberd's edge tearing through space, and millions of millions of ghosts and gods appeared.
"Traitor, take my ghosts and gods strike!"
The Heaven-Drawing Halberd seemed to come alive in Emperor Weapon's hand. The crescent-like halberd edge flashed with a cold light, cutting arcs, outlining killing formations and divine diagrams, executing a strangling assault toward Fang Han.
"Emperor Weapon, are you seeking death?"
With a rumble, Fang Han's tall and large body suddenly stood up from the throne. A large hand stretched out, its fingers flashing with pure golden divine light, flicking continuously, unexpectedly forcefully receiving Emperor Weapon's ghosts and gods strike head-on. The sharp edge of the Heaven-Drawing Halberd could not cut into his palm in the slightest.
"Maha Boundless!"
Receiving the killing strike consecutively a thousand or a hundred times, Fang Han's eyes flashed. The massive palm transformed into the hand of a floating stupa, violently shaking mid-air. That Heaven-Drawing Halberd fractured inch by inch, and Emperor Weapon's entire person flew backward upside down, actually falling outside the temple hall, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"What? Emperor Weapon was directly defeated?" All the Saints, disciples, and Origin Immortals were almost scared into fainting alive.
"Is this Feng Yuan? How did he become so formidable? Is this still a human? Exactly what sort of thing is he."
At this moment, among some Golden Immortal core disciples, a Golden Immortal in moon-white clothes opened his mouth, completely losing his self-confidence. That was Dust Heart, who had once contended against Fang Han.
Dust Heart, who had learned the "Sword of Alaya". The original him had pursued Fang Han wholeheartedly, but at this current moment, his confidence had thoroughly collapsed.
Up until now, he was still a minor Golden Immortal, while Fang Han already sat in the grand seat of the supreme sectmaster, defeating Emperor Weapon with a single palm.
In comparison, he was simply an ant, and Fang Han could turn him into ashes with a single puff of breath.
"Emperor Weapon! Give you alright!"
In the sky, a bright moon appeared and descended. The bright moon meeting the ground was an emperor. The moon shadow descended, transforming into a noble woman; surprisingly, it was also an emperor in the Yuhua Sect, "Emperor Moon".
"Emperor Moon" descended, her hand grabbing onto Emperor Weapon's shoulder, inputting a surge of mana. Instantly, Emperor Weapon's injury recovered, bringing tyrannical killing intent.
"Emperor Moon is here!"
"Look, Emperor Plum has also descended!"
Swish! A streak of fragrance descended in front of the grand hall. It was also a woman, wearing a plum blossom embroidered gauze dress. Also an emperor of the Yuhua Sect, a Supreme Immortal.
"Emperor Weapon", "Emperor Moon", "Emperor Plum"—three great emperors appeared, standing shoulder to shoulder. These were true Supreme Immortal emperors, not those emperor reincarnations.
Situated at the peak of Immortals, "Supreme Immortals".
Supreme High Immortals.
Two women, one man. All were old antiques cultivating silently within the Yuhua Sect.
"Evil creature, get down for me!" The gazes of Emperor Moon and Emperor Plum were icy cold, looking at Fang Han standing on the throne. Their voices were incomparably ruthless. The two suddenly struck out a palm, unleashing ten thousand streaks of immortal light, a torrent of millions of millions of Grand Immortal Arts, surging over toward Fang Han.
"Humph!" Fang Han snorted coldly, standing towering and unmoving. Above his head appeared a precious pagoda. It was exactly the Eight Part Floating Stupa, a King-grade Immortal Artifact. Like a divine mountain from eternal antiquity, accepting the scouring of heaven and earth, the torrent of those millions of millions of Grand Immortal Arts scoured onto the body of the Eight Part Floating Stupa tower, fundamentally unable to penetrate deep, being sucked inside by the floating stupa.
At this moment, the Eight Part Floating Stupa was like an ocean or abyss that could never be filled.
"Eight Part Floating Stupa, King-grade Immortal Artifact! You actually forged the Eight Part Floating Stupa into a King-grade Immortal Artifact!" Seeing the precious pagoda appear above Fang Han's head, the three great emperors Emperor Moon, Emperor Plum, and Emperor Weapon were all profoundly shocked.
"No one in the Heaven Realm has been able to forge the Eight Part Floating Stupa into a King-grade Immortal Artifact. In the past, ten great emperors co-forged the divine artifact, but the floating stupa exploded, the emperors fell with severe injuries, and no one has attempted it again. He actually succeeded."
"Forging the Eight Part Floating Stupa into a King-grade can suppress the life out of an emperor. This is his might, what he uses to want to sit upon the grand seat of the sectmaster!"
"But, why must he be so ostentatious, committing such high treason."
Everyone retreated repeatedly.
Swish swish swish… The sky transmitted tyrannical mana fluctuations once again. Emperor after emperor of the Yuhua Sect appeared. A glacier descended, chilling air crossing the sky, condensing into a man with a head long ice-crystal hair, his chilling air like snow. It was precisely "Emperor Ice".
Rumble!
A vermilion long rainbow also descended to the ground. A man appeared wearing fresh red clothes like blood vermilion sand. It was "Emperor Vermilion".
"Clang!"
The sound of a bell was melodious. A large bell descended from the air, revealing a man possessing peerlessly heaven-gifted heroic posture. It was "Emperor Bell".
Nothingness shattered, and a tall and large figure also walked out, coming silently into the temple hall, looking at Fang Han with his eyes. This was "Emperor Silence".
A full seven great emperors appeared at the front of the Hall of Judgment, standing side by side together. These were the powerful emperors within the Yuhua Sect excluding the Hua family.
Ever since the Yuhua Sect's founding ancestor set up the sect, it had experienced over a hundred million years. Who knows how many emperors had been born within it, even invincible figures coeval with heaven and earth. However, in the long river of history, some emperors died, some emperors went missing, and some emperors vanished on distant travels. Currently, the seven great emperors were one of the highest existences in the Yuhua Sect.
Weapon, Moon, Plum, Ice, Vermilion, Bell, Silence.
The seven emperors descended onto the mortal world. The powerful mana fluctuations turned heaven and earth upside down.
Many, many Saints also condensed together, standing on the square. Especially the Saints of the Hua family, filled with righteous indignation, some were even calling for the five elders of the Hua family.
But naturally, the five elders of the Hua family would not respond to them.
"All of you emperors have descended, very good, very good!" Fang Han remained standing, like a Heavenly Monarch walking in the human world. The Eight Part Floating Stupa slowly retracted into his body. With a wave of his large hand, "Everyone, take a seat! The reason I came in and sat on the throne is to act in Emperor Feather's stead, convene a meeting, and announce a major affair."
"Pah! What sort of thing are you, daring to commit such high treason." Suddenly, a Saint of the Hua family roared loudly: "You traitor, everyone strike together and slay the traitor!"
Suddenly, the voice of this Hua family Saint came to an abrupt halt because he saw a token appear additionally in Fang Han's hand.
This token was a sky full of drifting feather heavy snow, a fairy crane launching into the sky with a single soar, roaming freely at ease, the crane's howl reaching the nine heavens.
"Supreme Yuhua Token!"
The bodies of the seven great emperors trembled.
"Exactly, it is indeed the Supreme Yuhua Token!" Fang Han sat back onto the white feather throne again, his heroic bearing radiating vigorously, possessing the majesty of a peerless grand sovereign.
Ever since successfully cultivating into a Saint, condensing the Eight Part Floating Stupa, and slaughtering the ten great emperors, his bearing of a peerless grand sovereign had already formed. It was only because of this that he undertook today's actions.
The seven great emperors all remained unmoving, listening to Fang Han's explanation that followed.
"Emperor Feather went to cultivate and achieve the Supreme Profound Skill. He holds my Canister of Totems, slaying the barbarian race, comprehending profound mysteries, and charging toward the Heavenly Monarch grand seat. However, with the wind and clouds currently turbulent, he passed the Supreme Yuhua Token to me, letting me temporarily act in the post of the Yuhua Sect's grand sect. What, are you guys not convinced?"
Fang Han's every word was crystal clear, resounding through the Hall of Judgment, talking toward the numerous emperors, numerous Saints, numerous Origin Immortal Supreme Elders, Ancestor Immortal Holy Children, and Golden Immortal core disciples.
Every single person clearly heard his speech. Instantaneously, heaven-surging waves were lifted in everyone's hearts.
"Are these words true? According to reason, for such a major affair, Sectmaster Emperor Feather must summon the crowds and announce it publicly, how could he pass the Supreme Yuhua Token silently to you just like this?"
Emperor Weapon shouted.
"Exactly, this matter does not conform to common logic." Emperor Moon continued.
"Exterminate him!" A Saint of the Hua family let out a hysterical roar, "He definitely has a conspiracy, and that Supreme Yuhua Token is also fake."
"This Supreme Yuhua Token is real. It possesses Emperor Feather's aura." The silently wordless "Emperor Silence" spoke up. He was always of few words, but encountering such a major affair, he had no choice but to speak.
"Speak! Feng Yuan, what exactly is the matter? Did Sectmaster Emperor Feather truly give the Supreme Yuhua Token to you?" The seven great emperors said simultaneously: "This matter must be certified face to face by Sectmaster Emperor Feather."
"Even if Emperor Feather handed it to him personally, it does not conform to the rules, it must have the approval of our Hua family." A Saint of the Hua family roared again: "The five great emperors of our Hua family are about to arrive. At that time, you shall die without a burial site. With such a massive incident occurring, Emperor Feather cannot shirk his responsibilities for it either."
"Is that so? The five old antiques of the Hua family probably cannot come anymore." Fang Han's voice was not loud, but it covered the entire venue.
"Feng Yuan, what exactly is going on." The seven great emperors sensed a trace of a bad vibe.
"Because Senior Brother Emperor Feather encountered a matter of deep sorrow and bitter grievance, it was inconvenient for him to make an appearance, hence he let me temporarily oversee the grand sect." Fang Han narrated unhurriedly.
"What? What did you say? Senior Brother Emperor Feather? Why do you call the supreme sectmaster Senior Brother?" Emperor Plum caught the loophole in the words.
Instantly, everyone felt it was utterly absurd to the extreme.
"This is really not much of anything. Senior Brother Emperor Feather did not accept me as a disciple, but rather recognized me as a junior brother." Fang Han waved his hand. "However, regarding this matter, when Senior Brother Emperor Feather returns from his征战 expedition, he will naturally explicitly explain it to everyone. Today, inside this Hall of Judgment, where apart from some emperors who had already gone missing long ago, everyone in my Yuhua Sect has come, I announce an earth-shaking major affair, listen well."
The entire Hall of Judgment instantly went completely quiet, the gazes of everyone looking at Fang Han.