709: Dragon Slayer_2 709: Dragon Slayer_2 Everyone was utterly baffled, finding it hard to empathize.
But they did understand the ssage within Ji Yuanwu’s words.
The chanical God Continent was undoubtedly perilous, but wasn’t that the very shore they had been tirelessly seeking, across oceans far and wide?
Great Zhou’s resources were depleted, with no hope left.
Their future lay in the chanical God Continent.
There was no other choice!
“His Majesty is wise!”
People gradually cald down, bowed their heads once more, and cried out “Long Live the Emperor” three tis.
Ji Yuanwu raised his hand toward the New Continent and proudly smiled, “Follow forward!
As long as I am here, there will be no rivals before us!”
No sooner had his voice fallen.
“How presumptuous!”
An unexpected, mocking voice sounded out of nowhere.
Ji Yuanwu’s breathing halted, and he appeared stunned.
Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat as they shook their heads and looked around for the source.
High above in the sky, a man walked on air, looking down on all life as if they were re ants.
Feeling sothing, Ji Yuanwu abruptly raised his neck, and his gaze sharply fell on the man.
In this instant, his pupils involuntarily constricted fiercely.
“Fang Zhixing!”
Ji Yuanwu’s face darkened, he spoke Deliberately and through gritted teeth, murder glead in the depths of his eyes.
This voyage was supposed to be all within his calculations.
By leveraging the pact of non-aggression, he coerced all his enemies into inaction and used them to pioneer the shipping route and clear all obstacles.
anwhile, during this ti, Ji Yuanwu could ditate in seclusion, undisturbed, to eliminate the sequelae brought by severing the dragon veins.
Thus, by the ti they arrived at the New Continent, Ji Yuanwu, with his absolute power, would kill Fang Zhixing and others to end all disputes.
However, it was Fang Zhixing’s interference that led to the deaths of ancestors of the Witch Clan and the True Dragon Taoist, one after another.
A re traitor dared to act so recklessly and outrageously!
The day Ji Yuanwu ca out of seclusion and found his forces diminished, even the Empress gone, one could imagine his rage.
For days, he had been holding in a fury with nowhere to vent.
anwhile, everyone else also looked up, their faces changing dramatically as they exclaid, “It’s him, the great traitor!”
Honestly, no one expected Fang Zhixing to return after having already reached the shore.
What did this an?
He had clearly already landed!
Was he blocking their way because he wanted to…
Everyone’s scalp tingled, not daring to imagine.
“Fang Zhixing, was it you who attacked the fleet?” Duanmu Yuansu roared furiously.
With his hands behind his back, Fang Zhixing smiled faintly, “The New Continent you seek lies ahead.
Now, if you abandon Ji Yuanwu and swim across the sea, I will not stop you.”
“How dare you!”
Duanmu Yuansu was fiercely loyal; although he had once been cared for by Fang Zhixing, even owed him a life-saving debt, such small favours could not compare to his loyalty to Ji Yuanwu.
The old general was livid with rage, intent on killing, and bellowed, “How dare a mad traitor run amok here?”
He stomped his foot and leaped up like a spring onion pulled from dry land.
Ignoring his injuries, Duanmu Yuansu hoisted a long spear, soared into the sky with a montum as if to pierce the heavens, and charged toward Fang Zhixing in the air.
“Ruyi Qianjun Spear!”
The spear’s tip shone with a dazzling cold light, heavy beyond asure, moving as if willed by heart, rapidly approached Fang Zhixing, aiming at his chest.
Fang Zhixing raised his left hand casually, as if swatting away a speck of dust.
The spear’s tip imdiately skewed to one side!
“Ah?!”
Duanmu Yuansu’s face was one of shock, his jaw dropped as if he had seen a ghost.
Then, he heard Fang Zhixing’s voice in his ear.
“Foolish man, overestimating your own abilities…”
As the word “abilities” was uttered, Duanmu Yuansu’s vision abruptly plunged into endless darkness, and he could hear nothing more.
Under the watchful eyes of all!
Everyone gasped.
The old general was killed!
Instantly killed!
His body was completely destroyed by a terrifying force in an instant, without a chance for revival.
Body and spirit extinguished, dead without a whole corpse!
He died so quickly that Duanmu Yuansu himself probably had no idea how he died.
“Father!”
Noble Concubine Duanmu Yingxue let out a mournful cry, no, she had now been conferred the title of Empress.
“Kill him!”
“Soone kill him for !”
Duanmu Yingxue pointed at Fang Zhixing, filled with hatred and hysterical.
The next mont, the Sword Saint stepped forward, swiftly approaching Fang Zhixing, sword pointed ahead.
“Fang Zhixing, draw your sword!”
The Sword Saint’s desire for battle was intense; he had long desired to fight Fang Zhixing.
Because from Fang Zhixing, he sensed an incomparably exquisite Sword Intent.
To a swordsman devoted to the blade, defeating another swordsman was an utterly delightful matter.
Fang Zhixing indifferently said, “I’ve heard that for the sake of mastering the sword, you heartlessly killed your entire family.
Hmph, soone like you doesn’t deserve to die under my blade!”
The Sword Saint’s eyes widened in fury, he raised the Heartless Horizontal Blade, and slashed down.
“Heaven-splitting, Earth-shattering Strike!”
A terrifying blade light coalesced, carrying with it the might to rend the skies, massive and unstoppable as it headed straight for Fang Zhixing’s head.
At that mont, Fang Zhixing lifted his hand, and his right hand suddenly grew in size.
Law of Heaven and Earth didn’t require full-body enlargent; one part of the body could also undergo the Giant Transformation.
A massive palm swung from left to right, sent forth with a whoosh.
Boom!
The Sword Saint, along with his Heartless Horizontal Blade, burst into pieces, reduced to dust.
The man was gone!
The sword too!
The Sword Saint had vanished completely from this world!
Everyone was shocked beyond belief.
Because the Sword Saint was a Nirvana Realm powerhouse, in his True Self Form, said to be undying and indestructible.
Reviews
All reviews (0)