"During the history of Daxia, there are no gods or heroes of your own at all! You are destined to be vassals of the Western God Realm!"
At the World Heroic Spirit Competition, the Holy Son of the West contracted with the projections of the "Twelve Knights of the Round Table" and "Ares, the God of War", and looked down at the Daxia delegation with arrogance on his face.
There was a dead silence in the auditorium of Daxia. Countless people clenched their fists, their eyes full of humiliation and helplessness.
At this moment, Qin Yu, a time traveler, slowly walked onto the summoning platform.
"There are no gods in Daxia? There are no heroes in Daxia?"
Qin Yu sneered, bit his finger, and drew an ancient rune on the summoning array. The "Chinese Five Thousand Years Heroic Spirit System" was running loudly in his mind!
"I will unify the six kingdoms and unite the world. I will build the Great Wall to control the nine states and build Xuanyuan to expand the territory of China!"
"Today, I come to this world in the name of the First Emperor of Great Xia!"
Boom!
A majestic figure wearing a black dragon robe, holding the Wentian Sword, and exuding the power of God came tearing through the void! At that moment, the entire sky was dyed a noble black color, thousands of dragons roared in unison, and the universe shook!
The heroic spirit of the God of War in the body of the Holy Son of the West was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot and trembled under the pressure of the First Emperor!
The entire audience stood up, the Daxia people burst into tears, and the Westerners screamed in horror: "What... What kind of existence is this?! How can his pressure surpass the Lord God?!"
Qin Yu stood beside the First Emperor, looking at the stunned Western gods, and smiled coldly: "This is just the starting point of Daxia. Bai Qi, Li Cunxiao, Sun Wukong... Lined up for me, and came out to bask in the sun one by one!"
