The Barbarian King was stunned for a moment. He had not expected that the other party would come looking for him because of something like this.
"Just for this? Just for something like this? You've killed many of our Frostwolf Tribe's Elders and Priests. You want to wipe out our tribe? "
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "All the people who attacked the Shadowwolf Tribe are dead. We didn't kill the rest. "Of course, if other tribes were to abuse you, we wouldn't just stand by and watch."
However, the Barbarian King was no longer listening to what the other party was saying.
"Ahhh!"
The Barbarian King let out a furious bellow, and a huge wolf phantom image rose up from his back. This was the Wolf of Disaster that had been passed down through the generations in the Frostwolf Tribe, condensed from martial will.
With the Barbarian King's cultivation, this Wolf of Disaster that had been condensed from martial will could cause earthquakes, tempest, tsunamis, and even volcanic eruptions.
When he attacked at full power, he could even contaminate his opponent's martial will and whittle away at his opponent's abilities.
The Barbarian King had once defeated over 100 second transition experts with a single howl from the Wolf of Disaster. He had even used the aura of disaster to whittle away the will of a second tier Demigod, causing his cultivation to drop to level 20.
Even amongst the many Divine level experts in the ice plains, the Barbarian King and his Wolf of Disaster were the best.
The phantom image of the Wolf of Disaster let out a furious bellow and pounced toward the silver-haired middle-aged man with an endless aura of disaster.
Before its body arrived, the strong gales it brought with it had already blown the entire tent away.
The ground started to quake.
Tornadoes appeared in the sky.
The area within a range of 100 lis was filled with lightning storms.
There were even cracks in the ground that spewed out streams of lava.
Waves of calamities descended, and unstoppable will gushed out from the depths of despair.
However, faced with the Barbarian King's desperate attack, the silver-haired middle-aged man merely pouted and spat out a mouthful of saliva.
His saliva shot out at lightning speed, dispersing the Wolf of Disaster's body and smashing the Barbarian King's physical body. It flew out for several tens of kilometers and crushed a mountain in the distance.
The martial will contained in the saliva crushed the Barbarian King's will, killing this Divine level expert completely.
The tempest stopped, and the ground stopped trembling. However, the silver-haired middle-aged man wiped the corner of his mouth as if he had just killed an ant.
However, he suddenly stood up, lifted his head, and looked in the southwest direction with slight puzzlement.
The short-haired youth asked curiously, "What's wrong, Master?"
The silver-haired middle-aged man's lips curled into a smile. "Someone's mental cultivation method has reached level 10."
"Ah?" The short-haired youth said doubtfully, "Isn't our lineage's mental cultivation method always passed down from generation to generation, with only one person in each generation? Why is there another person? "
The silver-haired middle-aged man's eyes were filled with doubt, followed by confusion. In the end, he smiled and shook his head. "Interesting. He was supposed to be your disciple, but someone messed with him. Now, he's going to surpass you."
"Ah? Then what should we do? "the short-haired youth asked.
"What else can we do? When he comes to the Ice Plains, you two just have a fight. Whoever wins will be the Master. "
"Then what if he doesn't want to?"
"Our bloodline has always convinced people with virtue. You just have to beat him until he's convinced."
"But we still have to wait for him here." The short-haired young man was vexed. "Can't we go over?"
The silver-haired middle-aged man shook his head, a look of nostalgia flashing in his eyes. "I promised someone. Unless he dies, I won't be able to step out of the Ice Fields for the rest of my life. "
…
Elsewhere, as Miracle World was going through all sorts of changes, Fang Xingjian had also started his cultivation on Earth.
In the desert in the northwest of Xin Country, Fang Xingjian stood alone several tens of kilometers in the sky, looking down at the circular land.
'The Fang Clan's matter has finally come to an end.
'Next, it's time for Miracle World.
'The First Prince's matter has to be settled, and I also want to wipe out the Terrene Shrine.
'And …'
He then thought of his mother's corpse which had been taken away by the black-clothed man. Although he felt a little anxious, he felt that the black-clothed man did not harbor any ill intentions toward him.
Moreover, regardless of whether it was the First Prince, the Terrene Shrine, or the unfathomable black-clothed man, he would need to be extremely powerful before he could come into contact with them and deal with them.
Right now, the most important thing was to cultivate.
'I'll first cultivate my physical particles to perfection through the nuclear explosions.'
In Xin Country's command base, Fang Yuehe, Tyrande, and a few other generals from Xin Country and the Federation were gathered together. They looked at Fang Xingjian on the screen with different expressions.
"Plan 312 has officially begun. The first nuclear explosion has begun."
"Warhead with a yield of 500,000 tons has been loaded."
"Preparations for Southwind 41 have been completed."
Fang Yuehe watched as the intercontinental missile was being prepared step by step. There was still a hint of worry on his face. After all, Fang Xingjian had now become the Fang Clan's greatest pillar of support. Although many of the clans in the Federation seemed to have submitted to him, there were still many people who were secretly restless.
One could imagine that if Fang Xingjian were to make the slightest mistake, countless hungry wolves would pounce out and devour the entire Fang Clan.
He could not understand why Fang Xingjian would want to carry out a nuclear experiment. It would be fine if there was no danger, but if there were to be any injuries, it would be terrible.
At the next moment, the intercontinental missile rose into the air, piercing through the clouds at a speed of Mach 2 and smashing toward Fang Xingjian.
Just as it was about to collide with Fang Xingjian, the nuclear missile exploded. A nuclear missile with a yield of 500,000 tons was naturally a far cry from one with a yield of 50 million tons. However, the shock waves, heat energy, and light radiation that were unleashed in that instant were still terrifying. This was especially so for the high temperature and high pressure in the center. It was sufficient to turn all matter in human civilization into dust.
However, Fang Xingjian's body's toughness had reached the level of a level 29 Divine Weapon, and he was also protected by the Heavenly Abyss Annihilation Armor. In times of danger, he could even perform the sword of Infiltrating Void and hide in spatial gaps. Therefore, he was not afraid of the nuclear missile's attack at all.
Compared to the destructive prowess of the nuclear missile, he was more concerned about the stimulation that the various radiations from the nuclear missile would have on the physical particles in his body.
Under the impact of the violent energy, Fang Xingjian could sense countless radiations and particle currents colliding against the physical particles in his body. Under such stimulation, the physical particles in his body started to wake up, lighting up like many candles.
After about one-tenth of a second, Fang Xingjian felt that his physical body had reached its limits and was about to break down. Therefore, he performed the sword of Infiltrating Void and stepped into spatial gaps, once again comprehending the changes to the physical particles in his body.
After a total of 20 minutes, an explosive bellow rang out 10,000 meters up in the sky. The mushroom cloud from the explosion was completely blown away, revealing Fang Xingjian's unscathed body.
With just this explosion, Fang Xingjian could sense that 200 of the physical particles in his body had awakened.
Although the prowess of a nuclear missile with a yield of 500,000 tons was a far cry from that of a nuclear missile with a yield of 50 million tons, what Fang Xingjian needed was not high temperature and pressure. What he needed was nuclear radiation. Nuclear radiation with a yield of 500,000 tons would allow him to be enveloped in it for a longer period of time.
Therefore, a nuclear missile with a yield of 500,000 tons was more suitable for him, and the effects were also better.
Waves of majestic energy burst out from the physical particles, filling up both inside and outside of his body. They formed streams of electricity that moved around his body.
'Nuclear missiles contain the profoundness of the microscopic world, and physical particles are also things in the microscopic domain of Miracle World.
'It's because I've inherited Miracle World's bloodline and possess the human body structure of Miracle World that my body is formed from 1.08 billion physical particles.
'Nuclear explosions release the power of the microscopic world. However, such explosions can also stimulate the eruption of physical particles. It's like splitting the world apart, opening up the small world of the physical particles in my body.
'There's no problem. As long as I use the sword of Infiltrating Void to prevent myself from getting injured during each explosion, I'll be able to cultivate through nuclear explosions and stimulate all 1.08 billion physical particles.'
Not only that, but a nuclear explosion with a yield of 500,000 tons would be easier for Fang Xingjian to control. It would be easier for him to control it, and it would also be less likely to affect the environment and magnetic fields, destroy electronic devices, and cause social unrest.
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