The green-robed old man’s eyes were filled with panic. He retreated several steps before everyone and his face turned green. He became angry from embarrassment and concluded Wang Lin won’t dare to attack here. He stopped after three steps as he pointed at Wang Lin and began to shout.

“You…”

The green-robed old man had just started speaking when Wang Lin arrived before him. Wang Lin raised his right hand, grabbed the old man’s clothes, and threw him aside. The old man let out a cry. He felt like he had been hit by an invisible palm as he flew several hundred thousand feet away.

“Wang Lin greets the Celestial Emperor!” Wang Lin clasped his hands before the Celestial Dao Temple. This place was still the imperial palace, and the other person was the Celestial Emperor. The respect he had to show was still necessary.

The gazes of tens of thousands of cultivators all focused on Wang Lin. There were also the 100,000 soldiers. They silently pondered and coldly stared at...