'To think that Fang Xingjian single-handedly managed to kill Number 10 so easily. '
Thinking of how Fang Xingjian had chased after Number 10 and slashed at him like a father beating up his own son from the beginning to the end, yet he had not been injured in the slightest.
Thinking of how Fang Xingjian had single-handedly wiped out the entire base, Hildebrand's expression was filled with bitterness.
Suddenly, he looked at Fang Xingjian and asked, "Fang Xingjian, where are my grandfather and the others? And the Supreme Chief and the others... Did you meet them? How did you learn the Supreme Chief's Astral Obscurity Sword? "
Fang Xingjian said calmly, "Other than the Supreme Chief, I've killed everyone else."
Hildebrand's eyes were wide open as he looked at Fang Xingjian in disbelief. It was as if his worldview had collapsed.
However, with the abilities that Fang Xingjian had displayed, he believed that Fang Xingjian would be able to do this.
His grandfather was the previous Governor of the Beize Continent and could be said to be the pillar of their clan. To think that he had been killed by Fang Xingjian, Hildebrand felt extremely disheartened and worried about the future of their clan.
What made him even more infuriated was that when he looked at Fang Xingjian, he could not even muster up any courage to go up against him.
'He's too strong. This Fang Xingjian is too strong. Even if I go all out and mobilize the entire clan, it'll just be suicide... '
Fang Xingjian threw a glance at Hildebrand and said, "Do you want revenge?" Looking at Hildebrand's grim countenance, Fang Xingjian said, "Your grandfather came to kill me, so of course, I'll have to kill him. As for you, you got Tynon to look for trouble with me. Of course, I'll have to teach you a lesson as well. "
With that, he tapped out with his sword finger, and Hildebrand was sliced into two at the waist. However, as expected of the academy's second best student, Hildebrand did not wish to appear weak before Fang Xingjian.
Even though he was in so much pain that green veins popped up on his forehead, he did not let out a single cry.
Fang Xingjian nodded and said, "That's right. I'll let you suffer a little. Although these injuries are painful, with your cultivation, it's enough for you to be reborn. "I won't care about what you've done previously, but if you want to seek revenge, I'll still kill you."
Then, Fang Xingjian turned to look at Fang Qian and said with a cold gleam in his eyes, "Fang Qian, you're a member of the branch family, right? I really have many questions to ask you. Tell me why you're here first."
Fang Qian let out a bitter laugh, lay on the ground, and took a long look at Fang Xingjian.
When she thought of the power Fang Xingjian had displayed earlier, she felt extremely astonished.
'With this level of sword arts cultivation, if he's really immune to black magic, then maybe … he can already go up against Li Shuanghua (Fang Clan's Old Granny).'
Looking at Fang Xingjian, Fang Qian said, "With your current abilities, you do indeed have the right to know about these things."
When she said this, she was already speaking in Mandarin. Only she and Fang Xingjian could understand what she was saying. Hildebrand, on the other hand, was at a loss.
"The Fang Clan only came into contact with the First Prince about half a year ago. He possesses great technological prowess, so we're here to try out the combination of technology, magic prints, and ether particles."
Fang Xingjian raised his eyebrows and asked, "The thing that went out of control just now was also created by you guys?"
"That's Number 10. We didn't create him, and we haven't been able to modify him. As for the other two metal-skinned and black Sky Demons that you saw earlier, they were modified by us."
Fang Xingjian thought of the evil will coming from Number 10, his strange abilities, and the aura that was similar to the evil aura from the Divine level spinal bone. He asked, "Where did you guys find that... Number 10? What the hell is he? "
Fang Qian shook her head. "We don't know. We found him in an ancient tomb. That ancient tomb is a little strange. "For now, we're unable to ascertain the era he was in. According to the research of the historians here, they weren't able to find any decorations or buildings that are similar to that of a country or dynasty. "The strangest thing is..." Fang Qian shook her head, puzzled. "The language used in the ancient tomb is very similar to our Chinese."
"Very similar?"
"It's just that it seems to be a little easier to write than our Chinese. Although we haven't seen many of the words before, we can still roughly understand them." Fang Qian smiled bitterly and shook her head. "There are too many unsolved mysteries in Miracle World. There are a lot of gaps and gaps in the history here, making it hard for people to understand."
Fang Xingjian thought of the Book of Origin and the 12 onslaughts. He asked once again, "What's written in that ancient tomb?"
"There's very little content. It says that Number 10, who they call the Descender, appeared in a country called China. He then engaged in all sorts of massacres and created disasters. In the end, the army back then expended countless sacrifices before they were able to capture him and seal him in an ancient tomb. "They then warned the discoverer to leave, telling us that Number 10 is very dangerous."
Thinking of this, Fang Qian smiled bitterly and shook her head. "It's a pity that we didn't take this seriously."
Fang Xingjian asked, "They didn't say why they didn't kill Number 10, nor did they say why they sealed him up like that?"
"No." Fang Qian shook her head.
"China?" Fang Xingjian stroked his chin and asked, "Which country is that?"
"I don't know," Fang Qian said.
Simultaneously, Tyrande, who was in the bangle, frowned and said, "China … Why does it sound so familiar? I seem to have heard of it somewhere before."
Fang Xingjian did not comment on this. He was merely curious about Number 10's existence and background. Since Fang Qian could not answer much, he did not mind either. He looked straight into her eyes and asked, "Then tell me about the Fang Clan's current situation."
"Fang Clan …"
"That's right. Let me ask you first. That younger brother of mine, how is his situation?"
"Fang Xingchen?" Fang Qian smiled coldly and said, "That younger brother of yours is doing very well. Not only has he become the Black Mage King's personal disciple, but he also has my younger brother as his apostle. His strength has improved by leaps and bounds. "You should understand that regardless of whether it's black magic or magic prints, as long as the method is right and there are sufficient resources, the growth of one's strength will be very fast. It's just like mass production in a factory. It's not like the path of Knights, which requires one to cultivate day and night."
Fang Xingjian asked the question that he had been wanting to ask all along, "The power of black magic comes from the gods beyond the heavens, and it's the same for magic prints as well. What on earth is their relationship? Was it invented by the Mage Association? "
"What do you think?" Fang Qian said calmly, "The origin of magic prints is a top secret. Even I don't know about it. But from what I know, the association … did not have magic prints in the past."
"No magic prints?"
"That's right. In the history of Miracle World, and I mean the history that I can find, there's no such thing as magic prints," Fang Qian said. Fang Qian said, "Moreover, don't you feel that compared to black magic, magic prints are simpler and more practical? It's more technical, just like a product that has evolved from black magic. "
Fang Xingjian remained silent, but Fang Qian suddenly smiled and said, "Fang Xingjian, speaking of which, I have a piece of news for you for free. It's about your mother. "
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