YM778.TV Chapter 873 Submission
"Damn it! How did things turn out like this? Why does Fang Xingjian possess such powers?" Prince Zuoxian’s eyes were filled with discontent.
The eyes of the Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch were filled with regret. Currently, he was feeling extremely regretful for having listened to the people from the plains and deciding to join forces with them to invade the Empire.
Thinking of how he could die here, he started to feel horrified. He was an existence who had great power in the desert, was able to get whatever he wanted, and was at tier five of the Divine level. As this kind of existence that carried the weight of mountains and seas, how could he possibly be willing to die just like that?
The more he thought about these, the more terrified he felt. His conjured physique even started to tremble due to the changes to his emotions, seeming to have become unstable.
Beside him, the Sacred Fire Order’s female Saint appeared to be in a daze, as if she was still unable to accept the things that had just happened in front of her.
’We... Have we lost just like that?’
At the next moment, a beam of sword light flashed past the trio’s eyes as Fang Xingjian appeared before them. Upon his appearance, waves and waves of cheers rang out in the Imperial Capital.
However, Prince Zuoxian and the other two became extremely nervous.
Fang Xingjian looked at the three of them and said calmly, "The Heavenly Lion King has fled and entered the Nine-Tiered Heavens to strive for tier six of the Divine level."
Hearing Fang Xingjian’s words, the trio’s countenances changed drastically. They were well aware of what his words meant.
The Heavenly Lion King had lost the Heavenly Lion Clone and suffered a loss in his strength. Under this situation, how could he possibly still strive for the Nine-Tiered Heavens and tier six of the Divine level? There was only one possibility—he had been forced by Fang Xingjian to strive for a higher realm.
Under this situation, it was clear how high the Heavenly Lion King’s chances were in successfully attaining tier six of the Divine level.
Prince Zuoxian’s countenance was very grim as he looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "Since that’s the case, are you going to stamp out all of us?"
Fang Xingjian’s gaze flickered a little. It was very easy for him to kill the three of them. However, if he could control them while getting them to control the plains and the Sand Country, and from there, provide more aid and support to the Empire and to him... it would be even better.
Still, it was impossible for him to let them off so easily. At the thought of this, Fang Xingjian tapped out with a finger, and layers of sword light went sweeping out.
The three of them saw their conjured physiques shattering for no reason, being torn apart and crushed by waves of invisible forces. They were unable to find the source of the attacks.
The three Divine level experts gasped and retreated crazily, turning into three streams of light that shot out toward three directions.
Despite this, those attacks without any shadows or forms kept on chasing them no matter how hard they tried to escape. The three of them continued performing all sorts of attacks but were still unable to get away from the formless attacks. They could only watch as their conjured physiques were shattered time and time again. Each time their conjured physiques were shattered and then reassembled, their martial will would weaken a little and their conjured physiques were becoming increasingly frail.
"Stop it! Fang Xingjian, I admit defeat!" The Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch was the first to plead for mercy. Seeing that Fang Xingjian was not showing any reaction, he immediately continued, "I’m willing to give you anything you want. Stop it!"
The Sacred Fire Order’s female Saint said anxiously, "Patriarch, how can you do this? As long as the desert still exists, our Sacred Fire Order will be able to continue on endlessly. The Sacred Fire doesn’t die, and the creed never ends. How can we plead for mercy?"
The Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch chided, "Shut up! If you wish to die, go ahead. I don’t want to die."
The Sacred Fire Order’s female Saint looked coldly at the Patriarch. Her eyes were filled with disappointment. This female Saint, who wore flowy white clothes and a face veil, put on a firm expression. It seemed as if tears would flow out from her eyes at any moment. Any man who saw her now would feel great pity toward her.
She looked at Fang Xingjian and said coldly, "Fang Xingjian, even if..."
Rumble! Fang Xingjian grabbed out with one hand, not bothering to listen to her at all. The chaotic-colored lights that came gushing out crushed the female Saint’s conjured physique into dust. The glimmering martial will remnants still wanted to reassemble themselves, but they soon dissipated completed under the obliteration from the layers of chaotic-colored lights.
A female Saint of her generation—who had unrivaled beauty, great cultivation, and the admiration of several ten millions of people from the desert—died just like that.
Looking at this scene, the Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch did not dare to show any signs of resisting at all. His conjured physique shivered, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.
Death—this could be the one thing that scared him the most after reaching his current cultivation realm.
Fang Xingjian’s glance swept onto the Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch. The latter’s conjured physique had been shattered consecutively by him earlier, thus it was extremely weak now. The Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch’s powers were not even 10% of what they had been originally, and this was considered Fang Xingjian’s lesson to him.
"From today onward, all the tribes in the desert will have to serve the Empire, presenting a variety of cultivating materials as well as heavenly and earthly treasures every month. Do you agree?"
"I agree, I agree." The Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch half-knelt in the air, lowering his head in submission. "From today onward, everything in the Sand Country belongs to you, Sir. I’ll get those unworthy people to offer all of their riches."
If this were before the Purple Mage King awakened Fang Xingjian’s emotions, there was no way that Fang Xingjian would take in and oppress the opponents or the commoners like this.
However, the darkness in Fang Xingjian’s heart was currently expanding incessantly. The many regulations he had set for himself to act as a human were slowly abandoned. Therefore, he was now also able to act unscrupulously for the sake of victory, willing to oppress the world for his cultivation.
After hearing the reply from the Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch, Fang Xingjian tapped out with a finger and sent in a stream of sword intent into the former’s body.
The Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch shivered for a moment. Although he instinctively wanted to resist, he eventually held back his instincts under Fang Xingjian’s cold gaze, allowing the sword intent to enter deep into his body and disappear.
"I’m leaving this stream of sword intent with you, so I will be able to locate you at any moment. If you harbor any bad intents, I’ll also be able to find out immediately. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." Once he put down his pride, the Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch did not seem to have a limit to how much he could lower himself. He immediately nodded and bowed, saying, "The Imperial Preceptor is unrivaled in the world and is someone of extraordinary talent, destined to become the great pillar for the human world in the future. After I return to the Sacred Fire Order, I’ll definitely bring over all the Sand Country’s precious treasures to the Imperial Preceptor so that you can cultivate at ease and not be disturbed by the problems in the secular world."
Prince Zuoxian looked at the Sacred Fire Order’s Prince Zuoxian in contempt. His gaze was filled with disdain.
Yet when Fang Xingjian’s gaze turned toward him, Prince Zuoxian’s expression turned into that of bitterness. Right now, after having his conjured physique shattered consecutively by Fang Xingjian, he was also left with less than 10% of his powers. So, when he saw Fang Xingjian’s cold gaze, his spine bent unknowingly as well.