Fang Xingjian could sense that his physical body and sword intents could now transform and merge with each other. There were no longer any barriers between them, and his entire physical body had become an existence like the Heaven-Connecting Sword Physique.
He then looked at his Stats Window. His abilities had increased once again.
Name: Fang Xingjian Age: 19
Occupation: Eternal Sword Seigneur
Level: 32
Strength: 626
Agility: 624
Reaction: 529
Endurance: 510
Flexibility: 509
Martial will: 1,500
Techniques: Sword Prowess, Sword Force, Level 50 Celestial Eradication Sword Formation, Level 50 Celestial Eradication Sword Technique
Level 32, the third tier of the Divine level, and his martial will had reached 1,500 points. Right now, Fang Xingjian was confident that he would be able to win even if he were to face a tier four or even a tier five Divine level expert.
Moreover, he had reached the third tier of the Divine level, and his sword intents and physical body had become one. He would be able to draw out ether particles at any time to replenish his depletion, and he would almost never deplete his powers.
...
When Fang Xingjian returned to this world, Audrey was running at rapid speed on the snowy mountains. She turned into a black line, fleeing toward the depths of the mountains with a terrified expression.
Next to her were over ten members of the seven great clans, including Xingxing`er.
Fang Xingjian had disappeared for an entire month. During this one month, the entire Empire had gone through a tremendous change.
Putting other places aside, just the Northern Ice Region, where Audrey was located, the seven great clans had been recuperating in the mountains, waiting for Fang Xingjian's orders.
In the end, when the Gold Mages descended upon the Northern Ice Region, there were only four Gold Robed Mages, yet the entire Northern Ice Region was unable to retaliate. Thereafter, they even personally went to the top of the snowy mountains and used their gold faction black magic to intimidate the seven great clans.
Even the head of the Holy Light Clan, Jacob, was not a match for one of the Divine level experts.
Clearly, the influence of the seven great clans was too great, and they had been caught in the fight between the Gold Mage King, Black Mage King, and the Empire's royal family.
At the thought of how terrifying those few Gold Robed Mages were, Audrey could not help but shudder.
The prowess of black magic was truly terrifying. The various strange and sinister abilities were not something that Knights could withstand.
At that moment, Audrey finally understood why the Mage Association and the Holy See of Truth were rumored to be the two most powerful forces in the mainland.
Xingxing`er revealed a horrified expression and said, "We can't do it anymore. We won't be able to escape."
Young Master Meng, one of the Four Nobles of the Seven Great Clans, also wore a dejected expression. "What else can we do? We're no match for them at all. We can't do anything but run. "
At this moment, Audrey looked at the distant mountain peak and said, "Let's go there!"
Everyone followed Audrey's gaze and looked over. Xingxing`er sighed and said, "Audrey, are you still not giving up? I'm afraid Fang Xingjian has already died in the Nine-Tiered Heavens. "
The mountain peak that Audrey was looking at was the place where Fang Xingjian had cultivated in his final moments.
At the side, Young Master Meng sighed and said, "Fang Xingjian is too arrogant. How long has he been cultivating? To think that he can't wait to strive for the second tier of the Nine-Tiered Heavens. How can the Nine-Tiered Heavens be so easy to attain? "Moreover, almost a month has passed and he still hasn't appeared. He didn't even rush over when the seven great clans suffered such heavy losses. The only possibility is that he's lost in the second tier of the Nine-Tiered Heavens and has become a zombie."
Xingxing`er said while trembling, "And so what if he's here? Those few Gold Robed Mages are monsters among monsters. They can't be killed at all. Didn't you see the battle between Clan Head Jacob and them? "
Thinking of the Gold Robed Mages' strange performance in battle, their physical bodies that would recover no matter what kind of attacks they received, as well as diabolic energy that could crush all sorts of martial wills, they felt chills running down their spines.
Xingxing`er shook her head, lowered it, and said, "It's useless. Even if Fang Xingjian is still alive, there's no way that he's a match for the Gold Robed Mages. Black magic is too terrifying, and Knights are inherently weaker than Mages. "It's only now that I understand why the Mage Association has been able to reign supreme over the world for so many years. Even the Holy See of Truth is unable to wipe them out. "If it wasn't because the Mages from the different factions are fighting against each other, this world would have long been unified by them."
Hearing Xingxing`er's words, which were filled with despair, the others also tilted their heads and lowered their heads dejectedly. Their faces were filled with agreement.
This time around, they had been completely scared out of their wits by the Gold Robed Mages. It was because the power of black magic and diabolic energy far surpassed their imagination.
Just then, a beam of golden light descended from the sky, and a Mage wearing a Gold Robe appeared before everyone.
It was an old man who looked to be in his forties or fifties. His eyes emitted hints of indifferent golden light.
His gaze swept past everyone present, and everyone felt an extremely powerful pressure gushing toward them. It was as if many huge mountains were pressing down on them.
A hint of despair flashed on Xingxing`er's and Young Master Meng's faces.
Although the other party was not a Divine level expert amongst the Gold Robed Mages, he was more than enough to deal with them.
"Get down on your knees and surrender," the middle-aged Mage said coldly. "I'm not interested in killing ants."
Xingxing`er and the others dropped to their knees, trembling. Young Master Meng gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Even if you capture us and bring us back, you still want to use black magic to enslave us, turning us into slaves and puppets. Since that's the case, why should I surrender to you?"
The middle-aged Mage threw a glance at Young Master Meng and said with a mocking smile, "That's true. But at least if you kneel down and surrender, you won't have to suffer too much."
As he spoke, Young Master Meng had already dashed out a few times consecutively. He brought along a dreamy and illusory aura, turning into countless light shadows and dashing toward the middle-aged Mage.
Layers of illusions came crashing down, accompanied by the furious bellows of a myriad of people, the tremors of the earth, and the clashing of swords and sabers. It was as if he alone had turned into a myriad of soldiers and charged over.
It was the illusory Killing technique that the Illusory Clan specialized in. At this moment, Young Master Meng was going all out in an attempt to find a way out.
However, faced with this attack, the middle-aged Mage merely smiled coldly. At the next moment, he formed seals with his hands, and a series of incantations burst out from his body.
"Ancestor, please descend to the lower realm!"
In that instant, a huge golden hand condensed from diabolic energy dashed out from his body, charging out toward the myriad of soldiers and horses.
A crisp crackling sound rang out. The power of the huge golden hand was far too violent. Almost at the moment it appeared, the air within a range of several kilometers exploded. The endless illusions were crushed, and a myriad of ice and snow soared into the sky.
The huge hand grabbed onto Young Master Meng's body. With a light squeeze, Young Master Meng was turned into a pool of mud that kept on struggling. Young Master Meng wanted to be reborn but was unable to do so.
Gently squeezing Young Master Meng's body, the middle-aged Mage looked at everyone coldly and said, "You guys..."
However, at the next moment, a hand grabbed his head, and a voice filled with killing intent rang out in his mind. It was as if a longsword had scraped past his cerebral cortex.
"Don't speak. Don't resist.
"It's because it's not easy to control the strength to pinch an ant without killing it."
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