Sensing that the four Demigods had lost control, the Henry Clan's head broke into an expression of disbelief. However, as expected of a sly old fox, his reaction was very fast.
Almost at the same time that Fang Xingjian's sword intents engulfed the four Demigods, streams of green flames burst out from his body, and he instantly accelerated to several tens of times that of supersonic speed. It was as if doomsday and death were right behind him, and he wanted to escape death's pursuit for a chance of survival.
This was the Myriad Spirit Sect's secret Killing technique — Doomsday Evasion. It was a Killing technique that stimulated one's entire body's potential with the arrival of doomsday and the pressure of death, instantly unleashing explosive acceleration.
Right now, he shot out like a rocket, creating a myriad of thunderous explosions. Within a short few breaths, he had appeared several tens of kilometers away as if he had teleported.
'This Fang Xingjian has terrifying abilities.
'To think that he was able to break through my formation and subdue the four Demigods in an instant. How on earth did he do it? '
Right now, the Henry Clan's head was still feeling a lingering fear. This was especially so after Fang Xingjian's final sword attack, which had severed the connection between the four Demigods' bodies and then used his deathly sword intents to break through the martial will he had left behind on them. It was truly extremely powerful, and at the thought of losing the four Demigods, his heart immediately ached as if it was bleeding.
Just as he was thinking about these, he had already flown out over 100 kilometers and then landed on a small hill.
However, he had just landed when his countenance changed drastically. He looked at Fang Xingjian as if he had seen a ghost.
To think that Fang Xingjian was already standing there, looking at the old man as if he was taking a stroll in the park. What kind of speed and explosive prowess was this?
The countenance of the Henry Clan's head changed drastically, and he retreated explosively like a startled elephant, instantly knocking over countless trees. However, he had just retreated over 100 meters when he felt his vision turn black, and a sharp aura darted into his head as if it was going to shatter his brain at any moment.
"Wait a minute!" The Henry Clan's head suddenly dropped to his knees and said, "I admit defeat. Our Henry Clan has been accumulating wealth for over 100 years, and the secret wealth we've hidden away is over ten million. As long as you spare my life, I'm willing to give all of this to you. From now on, our entire clan will submit to you."
If they were in the public eye, the head of the Henry Clan might not have knelt down and begged for mercy like this. However, since there was no one in the vicinity, the pressure on him was reduced by a lot.
"Then, receive a strand of my sword intent." Fang Xingjian tapped out with a finger and pressed it on the head of the Henry Clan. A wave of sword intent gushed into the other party's consciousness and lay dormant there.
Sensing the sword intent that the other party had sent into his consciousness, the head of the Henry Clan sighed and closed his eyes.
However, he was a Demigod expert after all, and his will and temperament were both top-notch. He quickly accepted his situation and sighed, saying, "Sir, please return the four Demigods to me in the future. They are the foundation of our clan, and if they are damaged, the entire clan will probably fall apart and be unable to serve you anymore."
"Hmmm?" Fang Xingjian looked at the Henry Clan's head and said, "Are you threatening me?"
"I wouldn't dare. In exchange, I'm willing to offer my clan's 200 years of heritage in the art of arrays."
As Fang Xingjian spoke, many pieces of information regarding the principles of arrays were gathered together and transmitted into Fang Xingjian's brain.
After a few breaths, Fang Xingjian brought him back to the manor once again. His clothes were in a mess, and his face was covered in dirt. He looked just like a refugee.
"Great Grandfather! Save me quickly! " Bruce cried out. However, at the next moment, when he saw the Henry Clan's head covered in dirt, his expression froze up.
The head of the Henry Clan took a glance at him, closed his eyes, and sighed. "After you go to the Great Western Region, work hard. You can also train up your character."
Hearing this, Bruce felt as if the sky had collapsed. Wanting him to waste ten years in the Great Western Region without being able to enjoy himself, cultivate, and clean toilets... This was even worse than killing him.
The Pop Clan's head, Ando Fu, let out a breath, and his gaze toward Fang Xingjian became even more submissive.
Right now, everyone at the banquet was looking at Fang Xingjian with respect and fear. As long as Fang Xingjian was still around, they would not dare to harbor any enmity toward the Pop Clan. This was the deterrence brought about by pure power.
Following that, Fang Xingjian could not be bothered with the handover of the clan's head, the various compensations the Henry Clan made, and the various matters of establishing an alliance with the Pop Clan. He brought Audrey and Lilia back to the Great Western Region and then sent people over to take over the two clans.
As for the four Demigod bodies, after the Henry Clan's head pleaded repeatedly and was willing to hand over the legacy of arrays and over ten million in wealth, they were returned to the Henry Clan.
After all, the Henry Clan had accumulated their wealth over the past hundred years, and it was no small matter. Using them to help Fang Xingjian forge a Divine Weapon was like adding wings to a tiger. It was far more effective than using the four Demigod bodies.
Fang Xingjian was also very interested in the path of arrays. He felt that it could be used to strengthen his sword arts.
Moreover, with these four Demigod remains in the Henry Clan's hands, they could also help the Henry Clan and the Pop Clan to deter their enemies, fending off some of the Eight Directional Crimson Dragon's methods of revenge. This would save Fang Xingjian the trouble of having to personally take action for everything.
Upon returning to the Great Western Region, Fang Xingjian did not care about anything else. He headed straight into the Sacred Land and started his cultivation for the final tenth level of the mystical prints.
All the materials were sent into the secret room. Ten hours later, densely-packed prints were spread out all over Fang Xingjian's body, emitting waves of fluorescent light and giving off an endless sense of antiquity and mystery.
Almost at the instant the tenth level of the mystical prints was activated, violent information currents gushed into Fang Xingjian's brain like tidal waves. Endless information exploded in Fang Xingjian's mind.
Delicacies, travel, love, friendship, sword arts, saber arts, memories, sunset, lessons...
All sorts of information that remained in the ether particles gushed forth like waves of chaotic tidal waves. Even with Fang Xingjian's brain's processing abilities, he still felt as if his consciousness had become blurry and his brain had crashed.
It was only after three hours that Fang Xingjian gradually got used to this feeling.
Right now, the entire world before him had become different.
Looking over, everything displayed a scene of future development. Fang Xingjian felt as if he could see a future trend. It was also as if the information he received from the ether particles already contained countless possibilities of the future.
After studying it for more than ten minutes, his eyes lit up with joy.
'So that's how it is. To think that the tenth level of the mystical prints already possesses the ability to sense the information of the future possibilities in the ether particles, as well as the ability to sense misfortune and fortune. '
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