Chapter 507 (2/2)
On the battlefield, over a million waves of Light Pursuit sword ripples gushed toward the Despot like fierce tides. The Despot was completely drowned for a single second, and when he appeared once again, the black skin all over his body had been ripped off. One could see the countless muscles and blood vessels, fully exposed, as he lay down on the ground, half dead.
The Despot bellowed, “Fang Xingjian! You shall die a horrible death! Are you planning on going all out against us?!”
Fang Xingjian did not give a reply to him. He seemed to merely brush against the Despot and then sent his deadly sword intent directly into the Despot’s mind. Fang Xingjian’s voice rang out in Despot’s mind. “If you say another word, I’ll kill your entire clan.”
The Despot’s face flushed red, and he trembled in anger. However, under that seemingly physical deadly sword intent, he could not say another word.
It was because he knew that Fang Xingjian was not joking. If he were to really say another word, Fang Xingjian would definitely kill his entire clan.
After having temporarily crippled the Despot, Fang Xingjian’s gaze absorbed endless light waves, and he looked toward at the Thunder Monarch who was several tens of kilometers away.
The Thunder Monarch’s battered alloy armor was emitting smoke and spraying out liquid plasma as if it was free.
Then he flew out toward the east like a meteor. In the short period of time Fang Xingjian had taken to look at him, the Thunder Monarch was already over 60 kilometers away from Fang Xingjian, and was continuing to accelerate.
If the Despot could be said to be power-typed fighter, then the Thunder Monarch was one that was highly mobile and specialized in extremely far distance battles.
Right now, the Thunder Monarch was planning on escaping to Demonic City directly and then flee to Miracle World.
Faced with the Thunder Monarch who wanted to escape, Fang Xingjian arrived behind Tyrant with a flash. After a short exchange of information currents within one-hundredth of a second, Tyrant was now already encompassing Fang Xingjian’s body. In that very instant, auras from 1,440 specialty seeds on his body surged up, and waves of physical strength seethed in his body like a great river.
Then at the next instant, Fang Xingjian abruptly squatted down, and there was a tremendous boom . The sand under his feet seemed like it had been struck by a huge invisible palm, and the ground within a range of 100 meters sank in two meters deep.
The power from Fang Xingjian’s legs burst out like a bomb, and endless sand soared into the sky, forming another sandstorm that extended into an area spanning several tens of kilometers away. Fang Xingjian was now like a rocket—no, he shot out with a speed that far surpassed that of a rocket.
Under the tremendous speed, everything seemed to be at a standstill. The flying birds were motionless, the sandstorm appeared to have been frozen, and the air was like cement, knocking into his face.
Fang Xingjian thrust out with his longsword, and the All-Conquering was activated. The space before him was slashed apart and gave way to a vacuum passageway, removing all forms of air resistance.
With each step Fang Xingjian took, his foot would stomp down on the air, creating an explosion that would resonate out to a far distance away. Streams of air currents gushed out in all directions, some bringing up endless sand, and some destroying mountains and rocks, while others cleared up the sky to present a cloudless state.
Under the full outburst, Fang Xingjian’s speed instantly reached a new extreme, and his entire body came to a slight pause as he dashed out over 30 kilometers away. With a few more flashes, he arrived over 50 kilometers away.
Right now, the Thunder Monarch’s mind was completely overwhelmed by terror.
‘Powerful… unrivalled…
‘How can there possibly be such terrifying sword arts in this world?
‘Thankfully, I’ve made my escape. I must leave Earth immediately. Only by escaping to Miracle World will I be able to tap into diabolic energy to get away from Fang Xingjian.’
The diabolic energy on Earth was far too weak. It was only in Miracle World that magic prints Warriors or Mages would be able to tap into diabolic energy for their battles.
Just as the Thunder Monarch was thinking of this, di di di di sounds rang out from the alloy armor’s security alarm. On an electronic map in the screen of his helmet, a red dot was chasing after him at an unbelievable speed.