"Of course." Buddha nodded slightly and looked at Wang Mingyuan.
The news of the Perfect Sword Immortal's death on Earth had long spread to the upper echelons of the dimension. Although not many knew the exact situation, most of the upper echelons knew that the Perfect Sword Immortal had been schemed against by Jiang Yan.
Buddha didn't find it strange that the sword immortal lineage had come to settle scores with Wang Mingyuan. However, Wang Mingyuan was now considered the leader of the Eight. It was acceptable for him to reflect on himself for nine years. If he were to really kill Wang Mingyuan, not only would the Eight's reputation be tarnished, but the higher race that the Eight relied on would also have a bad reputation.
This matter was done by Wang Mingyuan's disciple. Wang Mingyuan stepping forward to give the sword immortal lineage an explanation was the best outcome.
When Wang Mingyuan saw Buddha look at him, he naturally knew what he meant.
"How should I address you?" Wang Mingyuan's expression was as calm as ever. It was as though what the Immortal had said had nothing to do with him.
"Berserk Sword." The male Immortal finally opened his mouth and replied casually.
The moment the two words were spoken, the expressions of the Eight changed drastically.
Few people in the dimension didn't know of Berserk Sword. His infamy was just too great. He was known as the number one calamity after the apocalypse.
Furthermore, this reputation wasn't just for show. Berserk Sword had once killed an apocalypse as a Calamity, shocking the entire dimension. Everyone knew of him.
Although Wang Mingyuan had the strength of a Calamity grade and had impressive combat strength, he was still far inferior to a powerful Calamity like Berserk Sword.
Even most of the Eight believed that the King of the Eight wasn't on the same level as Berserk Sword. No one treated Berserk Sword as a Calamity grade. Many even treated him as an apocalypse-grade expert.
Previously, the Eight were extremely indignant because of Berserk Sword's might, but when they heard his name, it was as though a basin of ice water had been poured over their heads. They felt a chill run down their spines. For some reason, the indignation in their hearts vanished.
After Wang Mingyuan learned of Berserk Sword's name, he didn't show any change in expression. All he did was nod slightly before walking towards Berserk Sword.
"Did I say that you could move?" The sword intent around Berserk Sword surged as he slashed at Wang Mingyuan.
Wang Mingyuan said as he walked, "You must still be determined to get the sword that was lost on Earth in the Mythological Era, right?"
"Do you know where that sword is?" Berserk Sword's Sword Will paused for a moment as he stared at Wang Mingyuan.
"I don't know." Wang Mingyuan shook his head frankly.
"If what you're going to say next doesn't satisfy me, then it won't be something that can be solved with nine years of self-reflection," Berserk Sword said coldly.
However, Wang Mingyuan did not seem to hear what he said. As he walked toward Berserk Sword, he said, "If we want to take back that celestial sword, we need to borrow the power of the humans on Earth. You don't have any objections to this, do you?"
"Continue," Berserker said with a frown.
If they could directly descend to Earth to retrieve the immortal sword, the immortals wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to secretly nurture Jiang Yan and the League of Defender. They would have long gone to look for it themselves.
Wang Mingyuan continued, "Then let me analyze it for you. Right now, the forces on Earth are divided into five major factions. The first faction is the Holy Temple and the six human families. I believe this faction will not be used by the immortals. You know the reason better than me. "
Wang Mingyuan had already walked into the hall, but he had no intention of stopping. He continued walking towards Berserk Sword, who was sitting on the main seat. As he walked, he said, "The second faction is the League of Defender. It's currently led by Jiang Yan. According to what I know, his Guardian has already advanced to the Calamity grade. Furthermore, the immortals are no longer able to control it."
"Continue." Berserk Sword looked at Wang Mingyuan, killing intent brewing in his eyes.
"The third faction is the Holy Spirit Council. President Ya is also my disciple," Wang Mingyuan said.
Berserk Sword was slightly taken aback. Ya was actually Wang Mingyuan's disciple. He really didn't know about this. He wasn't in charge of the matters on Earth. If his disciple, Perfect Sword Immortal, hadn't died, Berserk Sword wouldn't have bothered with this matter.
"The fourth faction is the League Government. Compared to the first three factions, the current League Government is a little weaker. However, due to the appearance of the Mythical Fluid, this faction has the greatest potential. As long as there's enough time, this faction will definitely produce more and more experts in the future. It will definitely become mainstream in the future." As Wang Mingyuan spoke, he had already arrived in front of the treasure platform. He still had no intention of stopping.
"Hui Haifeng is your disciple. This isn't a secret. There's no need for you to flaunt," Berserk Sword said.
Wang Mingyuan smiled. "The fifth faction is those local tyrants. Among them, the An family in Luoyang is the strongest. Their strength can already compete with the six families."
"It's true that you were born in Luoyang, but your Wang family isn't worth mentioning in Luoyang. Don't tell me you're trying to say that An Tianzuo is also your disciple?" Berserk Sword said coldly.
"No, but the third person in Luoyang is Zhou Wen, who has some connections with the An family. He's also my disciple. You should know this very well, right?" Wang Mingyuan was already standing in front of Berserk Sword, within arm's reach.
"So what?" Berserk Sword said disdainfully as he looked at Wang Mingyuan.
Wang Mingyuan's disciples might be powerful figures on Earth, but in Berserk Sword's eyes, they were nothing.
If it wasn't for the fact that they were born on Earth and were protected by Earth, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger to kill them.
"It's not a big deal. However, apart from these five factions, may I ask who else can help the Immortals find an immortal sword?" Wang Mingyuan asked Berserk Sword.
Berserk Sword was slightly taken aback before his expression gradually changed.
These people were really nothing in the dimension. Berserk Sword couldn't even be bothered to take a look at them.
However, on Earth, the power these people possessed was unimaginable.
Now that the situation on Earth had basically stabilized, there was no need to think about the Holy Temple. The Holy Temple was the Immortals' enemy to begin with. If it wasn't for the Holy Temple controlling Earth in the past, the Immortals wouldn't have been so passive.
However, that immortal sword had an extraordinary meaning to the entire Immortals. They had to take it back no matter what. The Immortals had been accumulating for so long and had paid such a huge price to send so many Guardians to Earth. Everything was for that immortal sword.
In this era, Earth had undergone a large-scale mutation. The ruling of the six families had also been defeated, and the Immortals finally had an opportunity.
They originally imagined that they could control the League of Defender for their own use, but to their surprise, they were schemed against by Jiang Yan. They could only blame the Perfect Sword Immortal for being too stupid. Despite being in a good situation, they still ended up in such a state.
Without the League of Defender, the Immortals could only support another human faction. However, based on the current distribution of factions, it was probably very difficult for a new faction to appear. Furthermore, the Tower of Babel was still in the hands of the League of Defender. Without the Tower of Babel's help, the Immortals couldn't send many resources to Earth. It wasn't that they lacked resources, but that they didn't have a stable passageway.
Berserk Sword thought carefully and realized that the Immortals had reached a point where they couldn't use anyone. The only people they could use were Wang Mingyuan's disciples.
Even if the Immortals weren't afraid of wasting time and energy to support a new faction, with Wang Mingyuan's disciples and the Holy Temple around, it was probably impossible for them to grow.
Wang Mingyuan had already hinted very clearly. With his disciples around, it was a pipe dream for the Immortals to take back the immortal sword from Earth.
"Pa!" Wang Mingyuan's slap landed on Berserk Sword's face, causing his face to tilt to the side.
Everyone was shocked, and their eyes were glued to the screen. Berserk Sword widened his eyes as he suddenly turned to stare at Wang Mingyuan. He was like a beast that was choosing a person to devour. The sword intent on his body surged crazily as though it wanted to tear the world apart, but he didn't attack Wang Mingyuan.
"You're not convinced?" As Wang Mingyuan spoke, he slapped Berserk Sword in the face again. With a smack, he turned his face to the other side.
"Then bear with it," Wang Mingyuan said indifferently as he looked at the enraged Berserk Sword.
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