Chapter 682 (2/2)

Amidst the seas of blood, Fang Xingjian was standing arrogantly in the air, exuding overwhelming ferocity and might.

His gaze swept across the world. Cities had been wiped out, and mountains and rivers were hanging in the air.

His palm cut across the sky, tearing the sky into pieces, and the seas were completely evaporated.

The entire world was trembling, and countless people were turned into pools of blood that scattered across the sky.

Despair and horror… Professor Qian felt as if he was in a dark abyss, unable to sense any hint of light or hope.

Then just as Professor Qian was about to wake up from his dream, five silhouettes appeared before Fang Xingjian.

“Find them! They must be found!”

With this final bellow, Professor Qian finally woken up completely.

“Stop Fang Xingjian… I must stop him…” Professor Qian was still submerged in that endless feeling of terror. “We must find those five people. Only they will be able to stop Fang Xingjian.”

Behind Professor Qian, Fang Xingjian tapped out across space, and hints of sword intent gathered into Professor Qian’s body.

“It’s another one.”

At the next moment, Fang Xingjian’s figure flashed and went on with his search.

10,000 meters up in the air, a blazing meteor cut across the clouds at a speed that was three times the speed of sound, bringing along a long air wave as it split the sea of clouds.

There was a human figure in the blazing meteor. He suddenly came to a stop, and streams of plasma flame currents extended out from his back just like a pair of blazing wings.

This man was the scarred-face man from the Great Radiant Sect. He looked at his own body with great fervor. At this moment, his physical body was completely encompassed by flames, continuously shooting out plasma flames with a scorching temperature of over 20,000 degrees Celsius.

This made him appeared just like the legendary Angel of Judgement.

Tears flowed out from his lips, but they were instantly evaporated completely.

“God, is this the presage you have given me?

“I understand now. I’ll inherit your will and use your power to wipe out all evils in the world.”

While the scarred-face man was drowned in great fervor and agitation, Fang Xingjian’s palm had already darted through spatial gaps and pinched the head of the scarred-face man.

‘A person like this is not suited to live.

‘But…’ Fang Xingjian’s gaze flickered for a moment, and he eventually released his grip. At the same time, he channelled in a stream of sword intent into the scarred-face man’s body.

‘I can observe him for a little longer.’

With that, Fang Xingjian’s will swept across the atmosphere and headed for a bank.

In the bank, all things seemed to have come to a standstill. The water in the washroom dripped down drop by drop. An elderly man’s footstep landed toward the ground in millimeters, and a female counter staff’s eyelids moved downward inch by inch, as if just the action of shutting one’s eyes would take ten million years.

Everything in the bank seemed to have been slowed down by ten thousand or a hundred thousand times, entering a state of slow motion.

In this slow motion scene, a young man walked into the bank with great ease, as if he was walking in his own backyard.