"Okay, guys, let’s stand down." Fang Jueyu stopped all the clones’ actions.
"Boss, we haven’t had enough fun yet!"
"Yeah, it’s been ages since our last fight. What’s the rush to stop now?"
"Lu Benwei, shut your mouth!" Fang Jueyu yelled. "Who’s the boss, you or ?"
"You’re the boss, you’re like the king of the world!" Lu Benwei ekly backed off to the end of the line.
"This Fang Jueyu is indeed the strongest among them all!" Liu Qi thought to himself.
The fight earlier hadn’t lasted long. While the other twenty-three martial artists of the Divine Victory Civilization rampaged, Fang Jueyu remained motionless. To this day, they didn’t know how many tricks he had up his sleeve or how strong he really was.
But Lu Benwei’s earlier fearful expression couldn’t have been faked. They all feared Fang Jueyu!
Even Liu Qi wasn’t confident he could win one-on-one against any of the other twenty-three, maybe only the top few in the entrance exam rankings could face him.
The initial hundreds of thousands of warriors had lost tens of thousands, and almost all of the remaining ones were injured. At this point, they were all battered and bruised, and when they looked at them, their faces were full of fear, not even daring to let their gaze linger on them.
They were truly scared out of their wits.
"The martial artists of the Divine Victory Civilization are terrifying!"
"Host, the unlock mission for your third-stage permission is already 95% complete!" Xiao Yi brought Fang Jueyu so delightful news.
"Really?" Fang Jueyu flashed a barely noticeable smile.
These hundreds of thousands of martial artists ca from various cosmic nations and civilizations. His task was to let his legend spread through a cosmic nation. Once these warriors left the Secret Realm, the news about the Divine Victory Civilization would likely spread throughout the universe. At that point, it wouldn’t be just one cosmic nation.
"Host, keep showing off, and maybe before long, you’ll unlock the third stage of permissions!"
"Got it!" Fang Jueyu muttered, "It’s a sha you don’t call yourself the Ancestral Showoff System."
"Mr. Fang, as the representative of these warriors, I’d like to have a word with you."
"Alright, go ahead!" Fang Jueyu said arrogantly, folding his arms.
Liu Qi was extrely displeased with Fang Jueyu’s attitude, but he had no choice but to swallow his pride. He knew that, for now, they couldn’t take on the twenty-four outstanding warriors of the Divine Victory Civilization.
But the ruins of this villa were full of unknowns. Perhaps once they entered the villa, they’d find a way to deal with them.
Maybe they’d acquire so protection left behind by the Root Universe, allowing for a drastic coback. But now, the most important thing was to calm their fury and stabilize them.
"Mr. Fang, as I said earlier, there’s no benefit in too many deaths right now. Besides, there’s still a seal in the villa ruins that hasn’t been broken. You need our strength, right?"
"Go on, I’m listening!" Fang Jueyu feigned an arrogant look, curious to see what Liu Qi was planning.
"The villa ruins cover a large area, and we don’t know what dangers lie inside. If we explore together and encounter danger, we can warn each other, and it’s more efficient, isn’t it?"
"You’ve got a point," Fang Jueyu nodded. "But what use are these injured warriors to ?"
Fang Jueyu pointed at the warriors, who were either dead, injured, or crippled, nearly devoid of combat power.
"Well..."
"Boss, no worries, I’ve got plenty of pills!" said a martial artist nad Xiao Yan as he flew to Fang Jueyu’s side. With a wave of his hand, a gigantic dicine Tripod landed in the center of the valley.
"Such rich pill fragrance!" A thick dicinal scent spread, instantly refreshing the less severely injured warriors and significantly alleviating their pain.
"I made all these!"
"Thud, thud, thud!" Several more dicine Tripods fell down.
"These pills are at least third-grade Healing Holy dicines!" Liu Qi displayed imnse envy. Although the price wasn’t high, their circulation on the market was sparse. Generally, once alchemists produced them, major families snapped them up.
Liu Qi ca from a top-tier family, yet even his healing dicines weren’t this advanced. Perhaps they were incredibly effective even for martial artists at the pinnacle of the Divine Ability Users.
Of course, these weren’t concocted by Fang Jueyu himself. Although he now had the ability to create third-grade pills, achieving this level was beyond him. These were left by his ancestors, and naturally, also by those Transcenders and Controllers.
"Hmm?" Watching everyone eyeing the scene like tigers, the warrior known as Galen took a step forward with his mighty sword, seemingly reminding them not to cross any lines.
"A bunch of useless folks won’t be of much help. We need so useful people, so these pills can be sold to you at a lower price!"
Hearing this, all the warriors showed excitent. Even though they couldn’t connect to the Cosmic Bank here, they had cash transaction thods like checks. They ca from prominent families and advanced civilizations, and they had so money on them, more or less.
"These are all high-level third-grade healing pills. With such injuries, taking just one will heal you in half an hour at most!" Fang Jueyu stated. "We, the twenty-four outstanding of the Divine Victory Civilization, value lasting friendship and won’t fuss over this. Let’s knock them down to 10 billion cosmic coins per pill!"
"What? Ten billion each? Why don’t you just rob us?" The first half of the statent brought them so joy, but the steep price of 10 billion cosmic coins left them daunted.
Although top-grade third-tier pills commanded a high price, even if made by alchemists, they usually ranged from tens of millions to a few billion cosmic coins per pill. Fang Jueyu’s price was 100 tis that, wasn’t it downright robbery?
"Of course, you can choose not to buy. I have no issues with that!" As the market dictates demand, Fang Jueyu wasn’t worried they wouldn’t fork out the cash.
Given their current state, even moving was quite challenging, let alone exploring the perilous ruins. That was almost akin to courting death. He believed that under the relics’ temptation, they would certainly make wise choices.
"Hmph, isn’t it just 10 billion cosmic coins? Who can’t co up with that much?" A warrior stepped forward, directly handing Fang Jueyu a hundred Cosmic Bank tokens, each exchangeable for one billion cosmic coins.
"I’ll take two!"
"Give one to too!"
"Hahaha, great, thank you, esteed patrons," Ma Yun stepped forward. "Discount sale, 99% off for two, 97% for ten, the more you buy, the more you save!"
"Rest assured, we, the twenty-four outstanding of Divine Victory Civilization, are renowned philanthropists. We sell these pills not for ourselves but for charity. We’ll donate all this money to the Black Cross of Divine Victory Civilization, not keeping a single cent!"
Fang Jueyu muttered to himself, "Donating every penny of mine but stuffing the rest in my pocket!"
"As if we’d believe you!" The warriors grinned outwardly but internally cursed. Charity? What a joke! If they did charity, it would be in their own civilization, Divine Victory, and if they ended up cultivating more like them, the whole universe might well be dood!
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