Chapter 1117 - Sensing (2/2)

Then, as an agonizing cry rang out, Fang Xingjian’s fingers exerted a little force, and a large part of Debrice’s body turned into a bloody mess.

“Stop… Stop it!” Debrice said with a distorted expression. “Fang Xingjian, stop it! I admit my loss! I’ll return immediately!” It could not understand how Fang Xingjian could have grown so much stronger within such a short period of time. It felt like it was being crushed to death like a bug.

“You’re better off dead.”

A light p ata sound rang out, and a high temperature and a high pressure that were comparable to what that was at the center of a supernova explosion continued on for an instant. Debrice was turned into ashes, dissipating into the air.

A martial will of 90,000 points was far too domineering. Fang Xingjian even felt that he would be able to vaporize the land and earth’s crust under his feet with a single attack. If he were to go all out, he might even be able to crush the entire planet. He even had the confidence of crushing Jupiter and Saturn, which were over ten times bigger than Earth.

This was a different kind of strength compared to the Sattva Sword Technique. The Sattva Sword Technique could be performed by borrowing the entropy of countless universes’ formation and destruction. It was a destructive prowess that was hard to calculate theoretically, and even every single molecule on Earth would be unable to record the attacking prowess even if they were filled with ‘1’.

Although the martial will of 90,000 points did not have the seemingly endless destructive prowess that the Sattva Sword Technique had, it was a down-to-earth power of which he could control every single bit. It was not as uncontrollable as the Sattva Sword Technique, where life or death would be unconfirmed after the attack was thrown out.

After Fang Xingjian crushed Debrice, Rheatius—who was several thousand meters underground—wore a horrified expression and did not dare to move.

When it was crushed by Fang Xingjian’s attack, it shed of a layer of its flesh and left it on the surface while its actual body darted underground.

Rheatius had initially thought this outcome was because Fang Xingjian had launched a sneak attack and it had not been able to release its full powers. Therefore, it hid away, preparing to launch a second round of attack.

It then saw the scene where its companion was easily crushed like a bug.

This made the Evil God Tribe’s warrior lose all courage to fight. Its mind was only filled with thoughts on how it could escape.

However, at the next instant, a hand reached out from layers of shattered space, grabbing Rheatius.

Seeing Fang Xingjian, Rheatius immediately said, “I have 5,000 planets under me. As long as you’re willing to let me off, I can give you any resources you ask for.”

“I don’t need them,” Fang Xingjian said calmly. At the next moment, an endless amount of sword light pierced through every single curling dimension inside and outside of Rheatius’s body, completely crushing its body. Not even a single bit of intent or power was left behind.

After completing all these, Fang Xingjian slowly walked up to the blood pool. He clapped his hands together, and the blood pool seemed as if it was compressed by endless power. It closed up fiercely, completely cutting off the connection with the blood river.

Once he finished doing everything, Fang Xingjian’s expression still appeared calm. It was as if he had merely taken a stroll after a meal.

In fact, this was how it felt like for him. A martial will of 90,000 points allowed him to crush most of the experts in the universe. These two Evil God Tribe’s warriors were capable of destroying countless civilizations and conquering thousands or ten thousands planets, but they were unable to take a single strike from him.

After doing all these, the martial art projection disappeared with a slight flash, leaving behind Tyrant, Hoult, and the others who appeared surprised and also at a loss.

They kept on recalling Fang Xingjian’s clear-cut actions, having no choice but to admit that their gap with Fang Xingjian was getting increasingly wider. Every act from Fang Xingjian seemed to have a disposition like the heavenly laws that hung high up at an unattainable height.

Fang Xingjian, who was having an exchange with Ulpian, recalled his martial art projection. He looked toward Ulpian and said, “During the period of time you and the Silver Mage King strive to reach tier seven of the Divine level, I plan to make a trip to the Western Land.

“But before I go, there are still some things I have to do.”