The Astral Ancestor and the others were dumbfounded, and their minds went blank.
Tyrande's countenance was also grim, and a hint of despair, like that of a cornered beast, appeared in his eyes.
Even Lilia, who had the most confidence in Fang Xingjian, was unable to say a single word.
At this moment, the abilities displayed by the Holy See of Truth and the Extraordinary Son had surpassed their imagination.
Only a hint of doubt flashed on the Fourth Prince's face. It was because he knew that Fang Xingjian had attained tier six of the Divine level. Even if he was not a match for the Extraordinary Son, he should not have been defeated with a single move.
Simultaneously, banging sounds rang out consecutively. The weapons in the hands of countless people dropped to the ground, and most of the Knights and Conferred Knights gave up on resisting.
The experts from the royal families and factions in the northern countries, who were under the rule of the Holy See of Truth, all cheered loudly.
Countless people stared in the direction of the Extraordinary Son. They understood that from this moment onward, the entire land might be encompassed by the Extraordinary Son's will.
However, at this moment, six waves of overwhelming demonic Qis soared into the sky from several tens of kilometers away from the Imperial Capital. They were like six seething turbid currents that gathered in the Imperial Capital's direction.
"This is …!" When the Extraordinary Son saw the seething turbid currents, he was also taken aback. It was because after his martial will swept into them, he felt giddy and disoriented, not knowing where he was or where he was headed. They seemed as big as the world, yet also as small as a mustard seed.
There was only one possibility for such a situation — the six waves of demonic Qis had reached the realm of Spatial Translocation.
"Where did these demons come from?!" Sensing the other party's realm, the Extraordinary Son frowned and struck out with a punch. Endless light shone out from his fist.
He flicked his five fingers, and it was as if a white lotus had exploded. Layers of stacking spatial distortions covered out toward the turbid currents in the sky.
It was the Heaven-flicking Finger that the Extraordinary Son had used to kill the Black Mage King, Gold Mage King, Sacred Fire Order's Patriarch, and Fang Xingjian earlier.
However, the Heaven-flicking Finger, which had always been successful and could easily suppress Divine level experts, returned empty-handed this time around.
The distorted space collided fiercely with the six waves of demonic Qis. The two waves of extremely powerful powers silently dissipated, not unleashing any might.
Almost as soon as the two forces came into contact, The Extraordinary Son sensed that something was wrong. Every time he destroyed a portion of his opponent's power, the Heaven-flicking Finger would consume ten percent of its power. In the blink of an eye, it would be neutralized by the six demonic auras.
This meant that not only was Fang Xingjian a tier six Divine level expert who had grasped the ability to Spatial Translocation, but his technique and realm were clearly above Fang Xingjian's. If not for the energy provided by the White Emperor Zenith Sword, he would have been at a complete disadvantage in the earlier exchange.
Among the six streams of devilish Qi, there were six indistinct figures. They were none other than the Quanji seven people who had been hiding for a long time.
However, right now, all of them were hidden in the surging black smoke of the six streams of demonic Qi. No matter how the people present probed with their martial wills, they were unable to get any information from them. It was like the reflection in the water, visible yet untouchable. They seemed to exist yet not exist at the same time.
These were the six turbid flows that they had spent three months condensing for the sake of the Divine Treasures Meeting this time around. After all, Fang Xingjian's appearance and the convening of the Divine Treasures Meeting this time around had set off alarm bells for them.
Fang Xingjian and the others had made all sorts of preparations for this day. Naturally, the Quanji seven people would not remain idle either.
The six of them had spent a lot of hard work, especially gathering endless negative emotions such as resentment, fury, despair, sorrow, and so on from the world and human countries to condense these six turbid flows.
The negative emotions gathered from the human world were just a catalyst. By creating a virtual cycle of reincarnation, they channeled these negative emotions into it. Then, they would go through endless cycles of exchanges and struggles, nurturing even more resentment, fury, sorrow, pain …
It was like a nuclear reaction, condensing the six turbid flows. The overwhelming amount of resentment almost surpassed the total amount of negative emotions in the entire land.
Moreover, these six turbid flows had also incorporated the tier six Divine level Spatial Translocation technique. Each square inch of them could almost be as vast as the Divine Country of a tier five Divine level expert.
The six turbid flows that cut across the sky and came seething over were equivalent to billions of tier five Divine level experts' Divine Countries. They also contained endless negative emotions.
Through these two layers of barriers, as long as the Quanji seven people hid within, they would not be able to sense the changes within even if they were to use their Sudden Inspiration. Even their martial wills would not be able to penetrate deep into the turbid flows to sense their existence.
If one were to go too deep into the turbid flows, they might even get lost in the almost endless space and be corrupted by negative emotions.
Clearly, their contact with Fang Xingjian had raised their guard. This was why they had spent a lot of energy and time to condense these six turbid flows. They could almost help them hide themselves and also help them increase their strength.
Standing in the deepest part of the six turbid flows, Fatso looked at the situation in the Imperial Capital and laughed out loud. "Hahaha, the heavens are really on my side. To think that the White Emperor Zenith Sword is in the hands of a junior. Which fellow daoist will go and retrieve it?"
Heizi took a step forward, and his entire body emitted an aura that was as warm as spring and could nurture all living things in the world. He smiled and said, "I'll be the one to experience it."
Fatso nodded and looked at the other two people next to him. One of them was Yuzi, who had a fish head, and the other was a man whose entire body was as white as new, as if he had walked out from a black-and-white painting.
This man, who was dressed in white robes and looked very similar to Heizi, was Shirako, one of the Quanji seven people.
His appearance was extremely similar to Heizi's, but the colors on his body were completely different. If it was said that Heizi was like the emperor of the dark night, then Shirako would be like the sun high up in the sky. He would forever be the center of countless stars, emitting light and heat unrestrainedly to announce his existence.
Fatso looked at Yuzi and Shirako and said, "I'll have to trouble the two of you to deal with the ten Guardian Kings and the other two Saints. Tuanzi, Haozi, and I will hold the line."
Therefore, at the next moment, the three of them charged out while bringing along three waves of overwhelming demonic Qis. The six streams of turbid flows were extremely mysterious. Wherever they passed by, there seemed to be no changes to the air or sunlight, as if they did not exist. White light burst out from the ten giants of light, turning into streams of shock waves that shattered everything in their path. However, they were unable to do anything to the six streams of turbid flows.
When Yuzi charged toward the giants of light that the ten Guardian Kings had transformed into, he unleashed an invisible attack with his Heart Demon Path. Together with the six streams of turbid flows, it produced a miraculous effect.
Without a sound, waves of invisible waves entangled the bodies of the giants of light. Following this, the giants of light roared toward the sky one after another, and waves of black Qi surged out from their bodies. The six streams of turbid flows had infected their bodies.
"Audacious demons!" Seeing that the ten Guardian Kings were being plotted against, The Extraordinary Son let out a furious bellow and grabbed out with his hand. He drew out a longsword from the circle of light on his back and slashed out toward the three streams of turbid flows across space.
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