Chapter 790 (2/2)

‘This means to say that aside from divine arts, black magic, and other abilities, this attack of mine is already at the current limits of my destructive prowess. It’s a punch at the very peak of my capabilities.

‘It’s a pity that I can’t fight against Fang Xingjian in his optimal condition.’

At this moment, Alexander suddenly felt regretful.

He had reached the pinnacle, yet he was not given a chance to avenge the humiliation he had felt through fighting Fang Xingjian in his peak condition. To this sovereign who had dominated over the Empire for over 30 years, this was a huge regret.

It was because at this moment, he felt that even if he were to take on Fang Xingjian single-handedly, it would not be impossible for him to win.

‘It’s a pity that after this battle, you’ll no longer have the right to challenge me.’

Elsewhere, the three Divine level experts—the Blue Sacred Moonlight, the Astral Ancestor, and Lan Yue—had also finally reacted to the battle occurring between Fang Xingjian and Alexander at light speed. When they saw that Fang Xingjian was being suppressed by Alexander, their countenances changed. Nevertheless, each of them continued to perform their greatest techniques, relying on the senses of their martial wills to hit the spot where Alexander located.

However, Alexander did not pay any heed to the attacks launched by the three of them. To him, their attacks were merely like insects’ bites. Right now, all of his attention had been placed onto Fang Xingjian, and he was drunk in the regret of being unable to fight against Fang Xingjian in his prime condition.

As the feelings of regret rose, Alexander attacked even more fiercely. His fists turned into pitch-black darkness that continued to twist and spin. It was as if one could hear countless agonizing cries and furious bellows coming from them, and it also seemed as if one could see countless vengeful souls howling within them.

The Overturned Hell that was activated at full-power affected that space which was less than one cubic meter in size, surrounding and attacking the Fang Xingjian at the microscopic level.

For Alexander, unleashing his full-power was a way to express his feelings of regret.

The more regretful he felt, the fiercer his attacks were.

‘If I kill you today, I’ll feel regretful. But if I don’t kill you today, I’ll only feel even more regretful.’

…

In the Northern Ice Region, the Fifth Prince had finally performed the third attack of his Three Worlds’ Eradication.

Amidst the world-destroying aura, the fist that brought along a terrifying power struck against Fang Xingjian’s chest lightly.

In almost an instant, Fang Xingjian’s entire chest shattered under this attack. His clone, which had only 5% of his powers, received severe damage after the three blows.

Sensing that the God of Universal Truth’s powers were completely dissipating from his body, the Fifth Prince stopped his attacks. His right hand clenched into a fist and stopped by his waist as he stood 100 meters away from Fang Xingjian. He stared at Fang Xingjian, with schemes flashing endlessly in his mind.

Although he had dealt severe injuries to Fang Xingjian’s clone, he had also depleted the three attacks which were infused with the God of Universal Truth’s powers. The Fifth Prince still had to assess the situation that would follow.

‘If he were to show signs of recovering, I’ll retreat immediately. There’ll be others who are still holding him back anyway…

‘If he doesn’t recover… Hehe…’

Taking advantage of another’s predicament 2 —the Fifth Prince knew this theory.

Under Jacob’s astonished gaze, Fang Xingjian and the Fifth Prince had suddenly appeared. Fang Xingjian, who had always emerged victorious and all-conquering, had been dealt with severe injuries after three punches. Even his conjured physique, which was completely covered in cracks, did not show signs of recovering.

‘How could this be?’ He could not understand how the Fifth Prince was suddenly able to win against Fang Xingjian.

Then Jacob saw the Fifth Prince punch out across space. It was his self-creation—Path of the Tyrant Fist.

The fist force and sword intents collided in midair and then dissipated. It took three streams of All-Conquering sword intents to shatter the Fifth Prince’s probing punch.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the Fifth Prince’s lips curled up into a hideous smile.