Just as Fang Xing killed Immortal Monarch Zhong Shuang with one palm strike, Qing Xie's Sect Leader Guan Feixing no longer had the will to fight!
Actually, when Yu Qie was beheaded by Fang Xing in front of him, he was already afraid. Just now, when Immortal Monarch Zhong Shuang was killed by Fang Xing's palm that descended from the Nine Heavens, it directly extinguished the last bit of will to fight in his heart …
When Fang Xing chased after Immortal Monarch Zhong Shuang, he realized that the strength of the Loose Immortals around him had suddenly weakened. He wanted to take this opportunity to kill his way out of this group of Loose Immortals. But very quickly, he noticed Immortal Monarch Zhong Shuang's fate. His heart turned cold and he didn't dare to kill him. He could only helplessly raise his saber and barely protect himself from the encirclement of the Loose Immortals!
At this moment, when he saw Fang Xing looking at him coldly, Guan Feixing's heart shuddered. All the hairs on his body stood up as if he was a mortal being stared at by a beast. But this kind of vigilance only lasted for a moment. He sighed deeply and suddenly kept his saber. His celestial aura spread out and forced the surrounding Loose Immortals to retreat hundreds of meters. Before these people rushed forward again, he straightened his clothes and bowed to Fang Xing without saying a word. Then, he slowly stood up …
"Alright, there's no need to kill anymore!"
Seeing that the Loose Immortals beside him were about to rush forward and hack Guan Feixing to death, Fang Xing spoke calmly.
"Hmm?"
When the group of Loose Immortals heard this, they panted and stopped. They looked around and gradually revealed a joyful expression.
It was only now that they realized that all the high and mighty Upper Immortals were either dead, dead, or had admitted defeat, but they were still alive and well. In other words, they had actually survived this battle that they thought they would definitely die in …
"Long live Master Di Liu …"
After a tsunami of joy, a half-brother who had been cheering for the loose immortals who were besieging the Exalted Immortals for a long time was the first to react. He suddenly cried out loudly and knelt down towards Di Liu. It was only then that the other loose immortals who had survived also reacted and knelt down towards Fang Xing. Immediately, a large number of them knelt down in the sky … …
"Long live Master Di Liu …"
"Thank you for your protection, Lord Di Liu!"
All sorts of roars of gratitude rang out, one after another, filling the horizon.
"Just stand there and don't move!"
Fang Xing pointed at Lord Qing Xie, Guan Feixing. Guan Feixing was so frightened that he shivered slightly and lowered his head deeply.
At this moment, Fang Xing slowly swept his gaze across the group of Itinerant Immortals who were kneeling in midair and thanking him profusely. His gaze couldn't help but turn a little solemn. When they first entered Futu Heaven, there were no less than a hundred thousand Itinerant Immortals. And now, even though he had protected a large number of them and stopped the endless slaughter, he still couldn't help them survive. They were killing each other, and in the process of surrounding the Immortals, they were slaughtered like cabbages. There were really only a few survivors …
With one glance, he had a rough idea of the number of people who had survived. There were only about three hundred people …
Only three hundred out of a hundred thousand Loose Immortals survived. How terrifying was this number?
Of course, the higher the ratio, the more precious those who survived were!
Especially towards the end, the remaining people were even more ferocious and powerful. The Immortal Ascension Assembly would select three of them to become Immortals, but in reality, the three of them were not necessarily the most outstanding among them. That was because the final victory required too much luck. It was possible that there was only a hair's breadth between the final winner and the loser. If one had to talk about the most powerful ones, then the remaining three hundred over Loose Immortals were already the most outstanding ones among the hundred thousand Loose Immortals. They were the cream of the crop …
They had even besieged and killed Exalted Immortals …
All sorts of thoughts intertwined in Fang Xing's mind. In the end, he suddenly felt moved when he saw the countless respectful gazes.
"Should I recruit a group of my own?"
… …
… …
A successful bandit leader naturally couldn't always be alone. His uncle had long said that a one-legged bandit wouldn't amount to much. A truly powerful bandit would have thousands of subordinates under their command. They could occupy a mountain and act like a king. They could go against the military and even rebel. However, Fang Xing had always been resolute on his path as a bandit. Before, he had always been alone, robbing wherever he could. Even if he had formed a Intercepting Dao before, he ultimately left it in Tian Yuan and didn't bring it with him. Now that he was in the Great Immortal Realm, he still didn't have any subordinates …
But now, as his cultivation continued to increase, he knew that it was time for him to have his own subordinates!
In the Great Immortal Realm, the mountains were high and the rivers were deep. It was already somewhat inconvenient for him to move around by himself, and there were many things that he couldn't do to his heart's content!
At this moment, he saw that three hundred out of a hundred thousand Loose Immortals had survived. It could be said that he was appreciative of talent, or that he was just on a whim, or that he had naturally wanted to recruit disciples. In the end, it had touched a chord in his heart, and he had this intention!
It had to be said that these three hundred or so people were really good seedlings …
After all, they had slaughtered their way out of a hundred thousand Loose Immortals. Perhaps even an Immortal King wouldn't use such cruel methods to select his subordinates, right?
Back in Tian Yuan, when the great orthodoxies chose their strongest disciples as combat cultivators, the ratio definitely wasn't as high as three hundred out of a hundred thousand!
Whether it was temperament or aptitude, these three hundred people were absolutely top-notch …
Of course, the most important thing was that these people had already received his kindness, so they were filled with reverence and gratitude. Their foundations were very good. Moreover, the path before them was still an unknown path, and he could decide their fates. From a professional point of view, if Fang Xing really wanted to recruit bandits, this was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Now that he thought about it, an Immortal Life wasn't a difficult task for him. If these three hundred people all became Futu Immortals …
At the thought of the chaos that could happen, Fang Xing's eyes couldn't help but brighten up!
As he thought about this, the corners of Fang Xing's mouth curled up into a smile. His heart sank a little, and he took a deep breath. His entire person became calm and gloomy like water, full of the demeanor of a prince. He coldly said to the group of Loose Immortals, "Very good, all of you are not bad!"
As soon as they heard him speak, all the Loose Immortals became silent, and their gazes slowly moved forward.
Among them, there was reverence, gratitude, doubt, and even more fear. They didn't know what their fate would be …
Meanwhile, Fang Xing's gaze swept across the Loose Immortals, and his domineering aura suddenly increased. His voice was like thunder that spread far and wide. "My Sky Severing Sect wishes to recruit disciples. Are all of you willing to follow us and roam the 33 Heavens to punish evil and promote good … Snatch the f * ck?"
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