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Chapter 507

Words:1766Update:22/07/01 11:41:05

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After sending the Thunder Monarch flying with a single sword attack, the Despot's fist had just come into contact with Fang Xingjian when the latter had already activated the Infiltrating Void and stepped into the spatial gaps.

However, the Despot's equally violent martial will came smashing down, and a terrifying spiritual tsunami came gushing forth, filling up every inch of the spatial gaps. Endless amounts of information gushed forth, as if wanting to make Fang Xingjian's brain explode completely.

However, faced with this terrifying attack, Fang Xingjian slashed out with his sword again unhurriedly — the fourth God-Slaying Sword, All-Conquering.

"In terms of quantity, your martial will is more than the Thunder Monarch's and Li Shuanghua's combined. However, in terms of quality, it's just something you've gathered by engulfing the spiritual energy of countless people."

A 'All-Conquering' slashed out from the spatial gaps, splitting the phantom image that was over 100 meters tall into two. The martial will, which was tremendous in quantity and was like a tsunami, was like butter that had encountered a kitchen knife before Fang Xingjian's sword attack. It was sliced into dust, leaving behind only a core mass of black light and a gush of martial will that truly belonged to the Despot.

Roar!

The heavy mental blow caused the Despot to let out a world-shaking and agonizing cry. Enraged, his muscles swelled up once again, and he turned into a black giant that was over ten meters tall. He lowered his shoulders, lowered his elbows, and struck out with a punch. Power rose up from his feet, passing through his entire body. Moreover, with the addition of his muscles that were twisting like a Tyrannosaurus, the power was magnified crazily.

With a single punch, the mountains and rivers seemed to change in color. The clouds in the entire Sahara Desert were swept away, and the weather in Africa changed rapidly. A terrifying sandstorm swept across the entire desert.

In a small city at the borders of the Sahara Desert, the originally clear sky instantly darkened. Countless pedestrians stopped in their tracks, looked at the sandstorm that was sweeping toward them, and cried out as they fled in all directions.

In the next few tens of minutes, the entire city was drowned by the sandstorm.

In Egypt, which was located in the north, all the airports were urgently halted. In the following week, a huge sandstorm wreaked havoc across the entire North Africa.

However, this punch, which could cause a magnitude 7 or even 8 earthquake and affect the whole of North Africa, was directly split in front of Fang Xingjian. Starting from the surface of the fist, the Despot's wrist, arm, elbow, and shoulder were sliced into two.

The massive arm that was five meters tall and weighed tens of tons smashed into the ground like a building. With a wild roar, Despot's other fist punched out once again.

Amidst the stifled rumbles, Fang Xingjian could even sense that many atoms and molecules had been shattered. Streams of light radiations and explosions came smashing over, accompanied by the brutal fist.

This was actually a phenomenon achieved with pure physical strength. Just how terrifying was this physical strength?

It was a pity that it was still useless. The All-Conquering sword swept out diagonally, and the Despot's other arm, which was over five meters long and over two meters thick, was sent flying with a swoosh. It collided into the ground and sent sand flying up.

The spectators in the surroundings started to retreat frantically. Compared to the battle between Li Shuanghua and Fang Xingjian, the Despot, who had gone all out, was like a natural disaster creator. His unbridled fist force scattered out, creating a terrifying sandstorm and strong gales.

"Run!"

"The tornado is coming."

"Damn it, our car has flipped over."

"Where's the guide?"

At the next moment, a sandstorm that was over 1,000 meters tall came gushing over like a tsunami. Everyone was stunned.

"Quick … Run!!!!"

In the battlefield, over a million Light Pursuit sword ripples gushed toward the Despot like tidal waves. The latter was completely drowned for a whole second, and when he reappeared, the black skin all over his body had been peeled off. Only countless muscles and blood vessels could be seen, and he lay on the ground in a half-dead state.

The Despot bellowed furiously, "Fang Xingjian, you'll die a horrible death! Are you trying to start an all-out war with us? "

Fang Xingjian did not reply and merely threw him an indifferent glance. The deathly sword intent struck the Despot's head, and Fang Xingjian's voice rang out in his mind, "If you say another word, I'll kill your entire clan."

The Despot's face was flushed red, and he was so furious that his entire body was trembling. However, under that seemingly material deathly sword intent, he was unable to say a single word.

It was because he knew that Fang Xingjian was not joking. If he were to say another word, Fang Xingjian would really kill his entire clan.

After crippling the Despot temporarily, Fang Xingjian's gaze absorbed countless light waves and looked toward the Thunder Monarch, who was several tens of kilometers away.

Right now, the Thunder Monarch's broken alloy armor was emitting streams of plasma flames, and blue plasma was spurting out as if it was free.

The Thunder Monarch flew toward the east like a meteor. In the time that Fang Xingjian had taken a glance, the distance between the Thunder Monarch and Fang Xingjian had already exceeded 60 kilometers, and he was still accelerating.

If the Despot was said to be a strength-type opponent, then the Thunder Monarch was an expert who specialized in ultra-long-range combat.

Right now, the Thunder Monarch was planning to escape to Demonic City, to Miracle World.

Faced with the Thunder Monarch, who was trying to escape, Fang Xingjian appeared behind Tyrande with a flash. After exchanging information for 0.1 seconds, Tyrande had already encompassed Fang Xingjian's body. In that instant, the auras from the 1,440 specialty seeds soared into the sky, and waves of physical strength seethed in his body like a great river.

At the next moment, Fang Xingjian squatted down abruptly. With a loud boom, it was as if the sand under his feet had been slapped by a huge invisible palm, and the area within a range of 100 meters sunk by two meters.

The power from Fang Xingjian's legs exploded like a bomb, and a myriad of sand soared into the sky, forming another sandstorm that extended out for several tens of kilometers. Fang Xingjian was like a rocket — no, he was dashing out at a speed that far surpassed that of a rocket.

Under his extreme speed, everything in the world seemed to have come to a standstill. The flying birds froze, the sand and dust froze, and the air came smashing over like cement.

Fang Xingjian stabbed out with his longsword, activating the All-Conquering sword. The air before him was slashed apart, creating a vacuum passageway and destroying all air resistance.

With each step Fang Xingjian took, the air would explode from his stomp, shaking up everything within a hundred li. Streams of air currents gushed out in all directions. Some swept up endless sand, some destroyed mountains and rocks, and some lifted up the clear skies within a ten thousand li radius.

Unleashing his full power, Fang Xingjian's speed instantly reached an extreme. With a slight pause, he had already dashed over 30 kilometers away. With a few more flashes, he appeared over 50 kilometers away.

Right now, the Thunder Monarch's mind was completely filled with terror.

'Strong... Unrivalled...

'How can there be such a terrifying sword technique in this world?

'Thankfully, I managed to escape. I must leave Earth immediately. Only by escaping to Miracle World will I be able to make use of diabolic energy and shake off Fang Xingjian.'

The diabolic energy on Earth was too weak. It was only in Miracle World that magic prints Warriors or Mages would be able to make use of diabolic energy in battle.

Just as the Thunder Monarch was thinking of this, alarm sounds rang out incessantly from the alloy armor. On the screen of the helmet, on the electronic map, a red dot was catching up to him at an unimaginable speed.

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