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Chapter 1117

Words:1778Update:22/07/16 00:58:35

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Recalling Fang Xingjian's clean and efficient actions, they could not help but exclaim that the gap between them and Fang Xingjian was getting increasingly wider. Moreover, Fang Xingjian's every action seemed to have a disposition that was as high and unreachable as the heavenly laws.

Everyone, including Tyrande, instantly regained their ability to move.

The power of a martial will of 90,000 points was far too domineering. Fang Xingjian felt that he could even vaporize the land and the earth's crust under his feet with a single attack. If he went all out, he might even be able to shatter the entire planet under his feet. He even had the confidence to destroy Jupiter and Saturn, which were over ten times bigger.

However, upon recalling, he realized that he was extremely clear about every single detail and step. It was as if he was reading the lines on his palm, and he even felt that he could repeat them at any time and place.

Fang Xingjian pinched lightly with his thumb and index finger, as if he was pinching a mosquito. He pinched Debrice between his fingers.

Looking at the bloody mud under his feet, Fang Xingjian's gaze flickered, and then he looked in the direction of the other house in the Gold Mountain Town.

Simultaneously, the blood-red sky and the bloody ground instantly returned to their original state. Rheatius's domain had been broken.

Looking at Fang Xingjian, Rheatius immediately said, "I have 5,000 planets. As long as you're willing to let me go, I can give you any resources you want."

However, before it could repeat this a few times, it sensed danger from Tyrande. The hint of martial will that it had left behind in many of its subordinates back then came into effect. With a single thought, its high-dimensional senses were able to clearly see the direction of the Gold Mountain Town.

This caused this Evil God Tribe's warrior to no longer have any courage to fight. Its mind was filled with thoughts of how to escape.

"It's better for you to die."

It was also under its protection that Tyrande and the others were unable to find any traces of the blood pool no matter how hard they searched.

After doing all this, Fang Xingjian's expression remained indifferent. It was as if he had just taken a stroll after a meal.

This was the Evil God Tribe's blood pool. It was the blood river's stronghold in the various worlds. This blood river that the Evil God Tribe had lived in for countless years flowed through the endless multivariate universes. Each time it passed by a world, it would leave behind a blood pool in that world.

In fact, it was about the same for Fang Xingjian. With a martial will of 90,000 points, he could crush most experts in the universe head-on. The two Evil God Tribe's warriors could destroy countless civilizations and occupy a myriad of planets. However, they were still unable to withstand a single blow from him.

What kind of concept was a martial will of 90,000 points? Debris only felt that the surrounding space seemed to have turned into an absolute barrier, instantly imprisoning it. Then its figure shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was pinched between Fang Xingjian's thumb and index finger.

After doing all these, Fang Xingjian slowly walked up to the pool of blood and clapped his hands together. The pool of blood before him seemed to have been squeezed by an endless force, closing up abruptly and completely severing the connection between it and the blood river.

Therefore, a Celestial Eradication Technique martial art projection with a martial will of 90,000 points descended, resulting in the scene of Rheatius being instantly suppressed.

With a soft pitter patter, the high temperature and high pressure that could be compared to the center of a supernova explosion lasted for about an instant. Then Debrice turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

Its first reaction was to dash out and retreat rapidly in the compressed space, arriving in the sky above a blood pool at superluminal speed.

However, seeing that its companion had been crushed by Fang Xingjian with a single attack, Debrice was horrified. It did not dare to stay any longer and only wanted to escape into the blood river immediately.

When it was crushed by Fang Xingjian with a single attack, it shed a layer of flesh and blood, leaving it on the surface of the ground. Its actual body darted down and hid underground.

After doing all this, the martial art projection disappeared with a flash, leaving behind Tyrande, Hoult, and the others who were astonished and also felt as if they had lost something.

Although a martial will of 90,000 points did not have the almost endless destructive prowess of the Sattva Sword Technique, it was something real. It was not as uncontrollable as the Sattva Sword Technique, where it would either die or survive after being tossed out.

"St... Stop!" Debrice said with a distorted expression, "Fang Xingjian, stop! I admit defeat! I'll go back immediately! " Debrice's mind was filled with puzzlement. He could not understand why Fang Xingjian had grown to such a level in such a short period of time, while he was crushed to death like a bug.

Then, as an agonizing cry rang out, Fang Xingjian exerted a little force with his fingers, and a large half of Debrice's body turned into a pool of blood.

As long as one passed through the blood pool, they would be able to arrive in this world from the blood river.

However, even though Fang Xingjian had compressed layers of space and was moving at superluminal speed at such a close distance, he was still unable to escape from Fang Xingjian's high-dimensional senses.

In the small house, the Evil God Tribe's warrior, Debrice, who had exchanged blows with Fang Xingjian during the evil god summoning ritual previously, revealed a horrified and astonished expression.

This was a pool with a radius of about two meters that was completely soaked in blood. Amidst the pungent smell of blood, many blood bubbles appeared on the surface of the pool as if there were some living creatures rolling around in it.

After Fang Xingjian crushed Debrice to death, Rheatius, who was several thousand meters underground, was trembling in fear, not daring to move at all.

It lowered its eyes and threw a glance at the meat patty under its feet. "Evil God Tribe?"

Fang Xingjian had been conversing with Urbien earlier on and recalled the contents of quantum foam and mass-energy conversion.

Then he saw the scene of his companion being casually crushed to death like a bug.

Fang Xingjian, who was conversing with Urbien, silently retracted his projection. He looked at Urbien and said, "During the period when you and the Silver Mage King are striving for tier seven of the Divine level, I plan on making a trip to the Western Land. "But before I leave, there are some things I need to do."

However, at the first moment they regained their mobility, all of them dropped to their knees. It was because Fang Xingjian was floating slowly above Rheatius, who had been crushed into a meat patty.

Debrice had set up a blood pool in the Gold Mountain Town, wanting to let this world be connected to the blood river forever.

This was different from the Sattva Sword Technique he performed. The Sattva Sword Technique borrowed the entropy of countless parallel universes' birth and death and possessed a destructive prowess that was hard to calculate even in theory. It was an attacking prowess that could not be recorded even if every molecule on Earth was filled with '1'.

Initially, he had thought that he had not been able to unleash his full power after being ambushed and had hidden himself in preparation for a second attack.

"I don't need it." Fang Xingjian said calmly. At the next moment, a myriad of sword light pierced through every single curled up dimension inside and outside of Rheatius's body, killing it completely. Not even a hint of its will or power was left behind.

The entire process was simultaneously infused with time acceleration, spatial compression, high-dimensional attacks, and the propulsion of a martial will at 90,000 points. Debrice was unable to resist at all.

However, at the next moment, a hand reached out from the layers of shattered space and grabbed Rheatius.

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