The Fist Emperor sighed inwardly, 'I didn't expect this. I really didn't expect that Fang Xingjian would be such a world-shaking character. Since that's the case, I mustn't let the Fifth Prince go against him. I should tell him earlier and let him give up.'
When the Fifth Prince heard this, his gaze froze. It was as if he could no longer care about the pain he was feeling. He asked in a daze, "Fang Xingjian killed Xia, who was at the second tier of the Divine level?"
"That's right," the subordinate continued. "From the beginning to the end, Xia didn't even manage to retaliate once. He could be said to be at the mercy of others, unable to retaliate at all."
"Ahhh!!!!!"
The Fifth Prince's countenance instantly became distorted by ten times or even a hundred times. His entire person was like a red-hot wok, and he let out an extremely infuriated, heart-wrenching, furious bellow.
'Hate, hate, hate! 'Thinking of how Fang Xingjian was one step ahead of him and had even killed Xia, who was at the second tier of the Divine level, an endless feeling of grievance filled the Fifth Prince's chest.
'I can't accept this! I can't accept this! Why is he always able to surpass me? I have Mother's support, I'm the person chosen by the Chaos Witch, and I have the world's best fist arts talent.
'Why?! Why is that b * stard, Fang Xingjian, able to surpass me and trample on me?!
"Ahhh!!!!!"
Violent sound waves scattered out in all directions, bringing up endless lava and shaking off the volcano's peak, turning it into countless rocks, lava, and volcanic ash that soared into the sky. It was as if a volcano had erupted.
However, at the next moment, the Fifth Prince suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of blood, falling toward the lava, and completely losing consciousness. His heart was attacked by extreme fury and the endless pain he was feeling.
The Fist Emperor let out a sigh and said, "This world is just so unfair. The higher one reaches the pinnacle, the more one will realize that there are some people in this world who you won't be able to catch up to even if you go all out." Right now, the Fist Emperor's eyes were filled with desolation.
...
In the towering mountains in the northwest of the Empire, Hildebrand's voice continued to flash among the layers of tree shadows. Finally, it stopped before a small hill.
"This is the place?"
"This is the place."
As he mumbled to himself, Hildebrand punched out again and again, creating a huge pit in the mound. He continued to dig for several tens of meters before a soft bang rang out. A huge metal door that was filled with rust and signs of time appeared before Hildebrand.
"This feeling, this is the feeling." In Hildebrand's consciousness, True Lord Qingshan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I can sense it. It's inside, it's inside. My physical body... My physical body is inside. It's calling out to me."
"What?! How is this possible? " Grand Duke Alba said in surprise, "Your body is at least tens of thousands of years old. How can it still exist?"
"I don't know, but I can feel that he's in there." True Lord Qingshan urged, "Go in, go in quickly. As long as we get my physical body back, we'll have a chance to defeat Fang Xingjian."
…
As the training ground for the Empire's most elite Conferred Knights, the National Academy outside the Imperial Capital had a picturesque scenery and rich resources. It had nurtured many generations of experts for the Empire.
In the National Academy's Sacred Land, Dongfang Ling sat cross-legged on a patch of grass. A green long saber was placed on his legs, trembling incessantly as he inhaled and exhaled. It was as if the saber had a spirit of its own.
After a very long time, he opened his eyes, and hints of emerald green flashed in them.
"Excellent. To think that I've received Saber Saint Ordos's memories from the ether particles."
Saber Saint Ordos was a Saber Saint who had suddenly risen to prominence 800 years ago when the various countries in Miracle World were at odds with each other and wars were raging.
This Saber Saint had started practicing the saber at the age of five, comprehended the saber at the age of fifteen, and attained the Divine level at the age of twenty-five, comprehending the Saberless Saber.
From then on, he had dominated the world's southwest, never suffering a defeat in his life. He had even discussed martial arts and exchanged saber arts with the Pope of the Holy See of Truth back then.
Thinking of how he had put in so much effort during this period of time and had finally defeated a part of the Saber Saint's memories in a clash of wills, obtaining and learning the Saber Saint's saber arts, Dongfang Ling could not help but reveal a hint of pride.
Next to Dongfang Ling, his younger brother asked, "Elder Brother, you've succeeded?"
Dongfang Ling nodded, and his eyes were filled with confidence. "Not only have I learned the Saber Saint's Saberless Saber, but I've also integrated it with my own saber arts. Right now, just based on saber arts alone, even Divine level experts might not be a match for me. "Moreover, I feel that my cultivation has reached a limit, and I'll be able to strive for the Divine level at any moment. "It could be the next second, or it could be the next day."
Dongfang Ling's younger brother said excitedly, "Elder Brother, as long as you can attain the Divine level, our Dongfang Clan will be able to hold our heads up high. Let's see if those Caucasians will still dare to look down on us. "Oh, right. Elder Brother, do you still want to issue a challenge to Fang Xingjian?"
"Of course I want to issue a challenge. Why wouldn't I?" Dongfang Ling stroked the long saber before him, and his eyes were as lonely as snow. "Below the Divine level, he's the only opponent who can come close to me in terms of abilities. "Only by fighting with such an expert will I be able to temper my saber arts and allow me to improve further. "I only hope that after I've comprehended the Saber Saint's legacy, Fang Xingjian won't disappoint me and be killed by me with two or three slashes."
After saying that, Dongfang Ling let out a sigh and said to his younger brother, "Ah Wei, send a letter to Fang Xingjian. Ten days later, at the summit of the Great Western Region, I'll head there personally to seek his guidance in martial arts."
"Alright." Dongfang Ling's younger brother, Dongfang Wei, nodded and said, "I'll send a letter to Fang Xingjian right away and get him to accept the challenge." He then smiled, "Elder Brother, I'm just afraid that your influence is too great and he won't dare to accept the challenge."
Dongfang Ling said calmly, "If he doesn't even dare to accept the challenge, then this person is nothing much. There's no need for me to challenge him."
Not long after Dongfang Wei had left, another young man ran up to Dongfang Ling anxiously.
Dongfang Ling said calmly, "What's the matter? Why are you in such a panic? Didn't I tell you to maintain a calm state of mind at all times? "In a battle, the greatest taboo is to panic. You must maintain a calm state of mind at the moment before death. Only then will you be able to unleash your saber arts perfectly."
"Teacher," the young man said anxiously, "Fang Xingjian... Fang Xingjian killed Xia!"
"Xia? What Xia? "Dongfang Ling asked, slightly stunned.
"It's the Eight Directional Crimson Dragon's Xia," the young man said. "The Eight Directional Crimson Dragon's Xia led three deputy leaders to attack the Great Western Region's Regional Academy. They were all killed by Fang Xingjian single-handedly with a single sword attack."
"Nonsense," Dongfang Ling said coldly, "Fang Xingjian is merely a Demigod. How could he possibly defeat Xia? He's a Divine level expert who dominated the battlefield and climbed up from piles of corpses. "
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