Chapter 691 (1/2)

Chapter 691: Proceeding ToTranslator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

Fang Xingjian did not look at him, but turned to Audrey and asked, “Are there any problems with what he said?”

Audrey and the others shook their heads as they looked at Fang Xingjian, feeling agitated. The dejection they had been feeling for the past few days was all swept away. Looking at the middle-aged man that Fang Xingjian had grabbed, all of them wore a joyful expression.

Seeing that everyone was shaking their heads, Fang Xingjian threw a glance at the middle-aged Mage. The latter was instantly slashed by countless sword intents into fragments, regenerated, slashed into pieces again, regenerated again, and then slashed into pieces again.

After three consecutive times of this, the middle-aged Mage started screaming in agony. Unable to regenerate anymore, he died for good.

Fang Xingjian looked at the Holy Light Clan’s quarters and nonchalantly said, “Come on, let’s head back to the Holy Light Clan.”

Just then, Young Master Meng, who had been heavily injured, finished regenerating. Hearing Fang Xingjian’s words, he immediately advised, “Wait a moment. That Gold Robed Mage by the name of Devin is probably still in the valleys. It’d be too risky for us to head there just like that.”

“That’s right,” Xingxing`er spoke up as well. “Xingjian, your sword arts are top notch and your abilities are unrivalled. However, that Devin guy is also very strong. Moreover, black magic is more powerful than the path of the Knights. It’s too dangerous to head there just like that. It’s better for us to get some helpers, do some preparation before…”

They wanted to persuade Fang Xingjian. After all, they had witnessed the capabilities of both Devin and Fang Xingjian. Although Fang Xingjian was extremely powerful, with a battle prowess that allowed him to suppress the seven great clans single-handedly, it still seemed a little bit weaker when compared to the black magic which Devin had displayed when he had defeated Jacob.

Therefore, in their opinion, the safest way was still to get a few helpers. Fang Xingjian was an expert in the Second Prince’s faction and rumors had it that he was on good terms with the Myriad Stars Palace and Prince Philip as well. It could not be hard for him to get the help of one or two Divine level experts.

However, after hearing these, Fang Xingjian still shook his head, replying, “Long-winded.”

As he spoke, he lifted up both his hands and everyone was locked on by his sword intents. In that instant, they soared into the air and under the push from Fang Xingjian’s sword intents, they flew in the direction of the Holy Light Clan.

Right now, countless people from the Holy Light Clan were busy in the manor’s ruins. They kept on digging through the ruins, moving money, jewelleries, gemstones, heavenly and earthly treasures, as well as all medicinal herbs for cultivation. Carts of wealth belonging to the Holy Light Clan were being moved out.

The Holy Light Clan had accumulated treasures for several hundred years and their wealth could be said to match that of a country. Gathered together like they were, the carts formed long lines, making it look like rows of ants moving from their nest.

In the outer area of the manor’s ruins, over 100 warriors from the seven great clans were pierced into wooden rods starting from their tailbones, their bodies speared as the tips poked out of their mouths. The rods were pierced into the ground, making them look like numerous human skewers.

These warriors had all been tortured to death after having resisted the Gold Robed Mages.

Looking at the corpses on the wooden stakes, the group of warriors who were digging through the ruins and moving the treasures all wore terrified and despairing expressions.

Young Master Long, who had previously been high-spirited, was now digging through the fragmented rocks on the ground and searching for the Holy Light Clan’s precious treasures while throwing careful glances toward the sky.

A shorty with a height of about 1.5 meters was standing in the sky above the manor, wearing a golden robe. Occasionally, a hint of golden electricity would crackle between his eyes.

Behind him, there were two middle-aged Gold Robed Mages, one of them with a dark complexion, the other with a fair complexion. Although they were both taller than the shorty, neither dared to stand taller than him.

Young Master Long clenched his fists. It was that shorty Devin who had come to the mountains a few days ago, defeated Jacob in a single move and suppressed the seven great clans, massacring the several hundred warriors who had resisted. He had displayed a great might, so no one dared to resist him.

Next to him, Young Master Lei pat Young Master Long on the shoulder and spoke to him through information currents, “Don’t look there. He might end up getting angry.”

Young Master Long could not accept it and said, “I hadn’t expected that despite how our seven great clans have been unhindered in the Empire for over 100 years, we would end up in this state today.”

Young Master Lei shook his head, “Black magic is far too powerful. Probably only the Church of Universal Truth would be able to go up against the Mage Association.”