The three of them fled at light speed but realized that they were no longer able to leave the Imperial Capital. No matter which direction they fled in, they would eventually return to where they came from. This made their countenances even more grim.
Right now, the three of them were gathered together, but they still did not feel any sense of security. At the thought of how Fang Xingjian could appear at any moment, they felt extremely terrified.
'Damn it, why is it like this? Why does this Fang Xingjian possess such powers? 'Prince Zuoxian's eyes were filled with indignation.
The Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch's eyes were filled with regret. Right now, he was extremely regretful that he had listened to the people from the plains and joined forces with them to invade the Empire.
At the thought that he might die here, he started to feel terrified. As someone who had great authority in the desert and could have anything he wanted, he was also an existence at tier five of the Divine level with powers that were like the mountains and seas. How could he possibly be willing to die?
However, the more it was like this, the more terrified he felt. Even his conjured physique started to tremble due to the changes in his emotions, seeming to become a little unstable.
The Sacred Fire Order's female Saint wore a dazed expression, as if she was still unable to accept everything that had happened before her.
'We... were defeated just like that? '
At the next moment, a stream of sword light flashed, and Fang Xingjian appeared before the three of them. With his appearance, waves of cheers rang out in the Imperial Capital.
Prince Zuoxian and the other two became extremely nervous.
Looking at the three of them, Fang Xingjian said calmly, "The Heavenly Lion King has escaped and barged into the Nine-Tiered Heavens to strive for tier six of the Divine level."
Hearing these words, the expressions of the three of them changed greatly. They were not idiots, so they naturally knew what these words meant.
How could the Heavenly Lion King possibly head to the Nine-Tiered Heavens to strive for tier six of the Divine level after losing his Heavenly Lion Clone and suffering a great loss in strength? There was only one possibility. He had been forced by Fang Xingjian to strive for a new realm.
Under such circumstances, it was easy to imagine the success rate of the Heavenly Lion King successfully striving for tier six of the Divine level.
Prince Zuoxian's countenance was livid. He looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "Since that's the case, are you going to exterminate them?"
Fang Xingjian's gaze flickered slightly. It was naturally very simple to kill the three people before him. However, if he could control these three people and get them to control the plains and the Sand Country, then it would be even better for him and the Empire.
However, he couldn't just let it go so easily. At the thought of this, Fang Xingjian pointed out with a finger and layers of sword light swept out.
In the eyes of the three of them, they saw their conjured physiques shattering inexplicably. They were torn apart and crushed by waves of invisible power, and they were even unable to find the source of the attack.
The three Divine level experts gasped and retreated frantically, turning into three streams of light that shot out in three different directions.
However, no matter how they fled, the invisible and formless attacks continued to chase after them. The three of them performed various means consecutively, but they were still unable to shake off the attacks. They watched as their conjured physiques were shattered time and time again. Each time they were shattered and reassembled, their martial wills would weaken a little, and their conjured physiques would become increasingly weaker.
"Stop! Fang Xingjian, I admit defeat. " The Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch was the first to beg for mercy. Seeing that the other party did not show any reaction, he immediately continued, "I'm willing to give you anything you want. Stop!"
The Sacred Fire Order's female Saint said anxiously, "Patriarch, how can you do this? As long as the desert still exists, our Sacred Fire Order will be able to continue passing down our teachings endlessly. As long as the Sacred Fire is not extinguished, our teachings will not end. How can we beg for mercy? "
The Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch scolded, "Shut up. If you want to die, you can go ahead and die yourself. I don't wish to die."
The Sacred Flame Sect's Saintess looked coldly at the Cult Master, her eyes filled with disappointment. This Saintess, who was dressed in fluttering white and wore a veil over her head, had a determined expression on her face. Her eyes were filled with tears, enough to make any man feel pity for her.
She looked at Fang Xingjian and said coldly, "Fang Xingjian, even if..."
With a rumble, Fang Xingjian could not be bothered to listen to her. He grabbed out with one hand, and the surging chaotic glow crushed the female Saint's conjured physique into dust. The flickering remnants of her martial will still wanted to regroup, but they were quickly wiped out by the layers of chaotic glow.
The female Saint of the generation, who was unrivalled in beauty and had a deep cultivation, had died just like that. She was revered by several tens of millions of people from the desert's hundred races.
At the sight of this scene, the Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch did not dare to show any signs of resistance. Even his conjured physique trembled a little, and a hint of terror flashed in his eyes.
Death, this might be the thing he feared the most after cultivating to his current level.
Fang Xingjian's gaze swept toward the Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch. The Patriarch's conjured physique had been destroyed consecutively by Fang Xingjian earlier, and he was now extremely weak. His powers were not even 10% of what he had been like before. This could be considered as a lesson that Fang Xingjian had taught him.
"From today onward, the hundred races of the desert will serve the Empire and offer up all sorts of cultivation materials and heavenly and earthly treasures every month. Are you willing?"
"Yes, I'm willing." The Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch half-knelt in void space, bowed his head, and said, "From today onward, everything in the Sand Country will belong to you. I'll get those lowly commoners to offer up all of their wealth."
If it were the Fang Xingjian before he was awakened by the Purple Mage King, he might not have taken in and oppressed his opponents or commoners like this.
However, right now, the darkness in Fang Xingjian's heart kept on expanding. Many of the principles he had as a human were slowly being abandoned. This was why he could resort to unscrupulous means in order to obtain victory and oppress the world for the sake of his cultivation.
After hearing the Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch's reply, Fang Xingjian tapped out with a finger and sent a stream of sword intent into the Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch's body.
The Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch's body trembled a little. Although he instinctively wanted to resist, under Fang Xingjian's cold gaze, he eventually held back his instincts and allowed the sword intent to enter his body. In the end, it went deep into his body and disappeared.
"If I leave this stream of sword intent with you, I'll be able to find you at any time. If you have any bad thoughts, I'll also be able to know at any time. Do you understand?"
"Understood, understood. I understand. " The moment he let go of his dignity, the Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch's lower limit fell extremely quickly. He immediately kept on nodding and bowing, saying, "The Imperial Preceptor is an unrivalled and extremely talented person in the world. In the future, he's destined to become a great pillar of the human world. "After I return to the Sand Country, I'll definitely bring all of the Sand Country's treasures over for the Imperial Preceptor. This will allow the Imperial Preceptor to cultivate in peace and not be disturbed by those mortal matters."
Prince Zuoxian, who was at the side, looked at the Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch with contempt. His eyes were filled with contempt.
However, when Fang Xingjian's gaze turned over, the Patriarch's expression turned bitter. Right now, his conjured physique had been shattered by Fang Xingjian consecutively, and he was left with less than 10% of his powers. Looking at Fang Xingjian's cold gaze, the Patriarch's back bent unknowingly.
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