Paradise of Demonic Gods

Sensing that he had lost control over the four Demigods, the head of the Henry Clan revealed an expression of disbelief. However, being as crafty as he was, he reacted very quickly.

Almost simultaneously at the same time as when Fang Xingjian sent out his sword intent toward the four Demigods, the old man sent out explosive streams of green flames. He instantly accelerated to several tens of times the speed of sound. It was as if the end of the world and death were behind him, and he was trying to flee from their pursuit.

This was the Myriad Spirit Sect’s secret Killing technique—Doomsday Shield. It was a Killing technique that stimulated all of one’s potential under the pressure of the world’s impending doom and one’s imminent death, allowing the user to accelerate instantly.

The old man’s entirety shot out like a rocket, causing a myriad of thunders to explode. In just a few breaths, he had appeared several tens of kilometers away as if he had teleported.

’This Fang Xingjian’s abilities are really terrifying.

’To think that he managed to break through my formation in just an instant, defeating four Demigods. How on earth did he do that?’

At this moment, Henry Clan’s head was still shocked. This was especially after Fang Xingjian’s final sword attack which broke the connection within the four Demigods’ bodies and he then continued to use his deathly sword intent to break the martial will the head of the Henry Clan had placed on them. Fang Xingjian was truly too powerful. At the thought of having lost the four Demigods, he immediately felt great heartache, as if his heart was dripping blood.

As he was thinking about these, he had already flown out over 100 kilometers and landed on a mound.

However, he had only just landed when his expression changed drastically. He looked at Fang Xingjian, who was right in front of him, as if he had just seen a ghost.

To think that Fang Xingjian was already standing there and looking at him. It was as if Fang Xingjian had just taken a relaxed stroll. What kind of speed and explosive force were these?

The countenance of the Henry Clan’s head changed drastically, and he retreated at once, acting just like a panicked elephant and breaking numerous big trees. However, he had just retreated for over 100 meters when he felt that everything before him turned dark. A sharp aura entered his brain, as if wanting to shatter it at any moment.

"Wait!" The Henry Clan’s head suddenly dropped to his knees and said, "I admit my loss. Our Henry Clan has been accumulating wealth for over 100 years, and the money we hid away in secret exceeds ten million. As long as you’re willing to let me off, I’m willing to give all of it to you. From today onward, our entire clan will be under your command."

If it was before everyone, the Henry Clan’s head might not be willing to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness. However, since there was not a single person nearby currently, the pressure he felt had dropped by a lot.

"Then receive a sword intent from me." Fang Xingjian tapped a single finger on the old man’s head. A sword intent entered the old man’s consciousness directly and remained hidden there.

Sensing Fang Xingjian’s sword intent entering his consciousness, the Henry Clan’s head let out a sigh and shut his eyes.

However, he was a Demigod expert after all, and both his will and character were extremely powerful. Despite this, he quickly accepted his plight and said while sighing, "Sir, I implore you to return me the four Demigods to me later. They are the foundation to our clan, and if they get destroyed, our entire clan will probably collapse and won’t be able to serve you anymore."

"Hmmm?" Fang Xingjian looked at the Henry Clan’s head and said, "Are you threatening me?"

"I wouldn’t dare. In exchange, I’m willing to present you the art of formation that has been passed down through my clan for over two hundred years."

As they spoke, the principles and information concerning formations amassed into information currents and entered Fang Xingjian’s brain.

Then after a few breaths, the old man had already been brought back to the manor by Fang Xingjian. The old man’s clothes were torn and disheveled, and his face was covered in dirt. He looked just like a refugee.

"Great-Grandfather! Save me!" Bruce cried out. However, when he saw the dirt-covered face of the Henry Clan’s head, Bruce’s expression froze.

The Henry Clan’s head glanced at Bruce. Then he closed his eyes and sighed, saying, "Do your work well after you’ve arrived at the Great Western Region. This will do you good and train up your temperament."

Hearing this, Bruce felt as if the sky had collapsed. For him to waste ten years in the Great Western Region, unable to enjoy or cultivate while having to clean toilets... This was worse than killing him.

The Pop Clan’s head, Andolf, let out a long breath. The gaze with which he used to looked at Fang Xingjian was now more tame.

All the people present in the banquet now looked at Fang Xingjian with respectful and terrified gazes. As long as Fang Xingjian was still around, they probably would not dare to harbor any ill intent toward the Pop Clan. This was the shock they had received from his pure power.

Fang Xingjian could not be bother dealing with the things that were to follow, including the handing over of the clan head responsibilities, receiving various compensations from the Henry Clan, as well as the setting up of an alliance between the Henry Clan and the Pop Clan. So, Fang Xingjian brought Audrey and Lilia back to the Great Western Region and then sent people over to handle the management of the two clans instead.

As for the corpses of the four Demigods, Fang Xingjian returned them to the Henry Clan after the Henry Clan’s head repeatedly implored and said that he was willing to hand over the art of formation legacy and over ten million worth of wealth.

After all, the Henry Clan’s accumulated power and secretly hidden wealth were by no means insignificant. If they were used to help Fang Xingjian forge his Divine Weapon, its effectiveness could be increased tremendously. It would be even more effective than what the four Demigod corpses could contribute to the forging.

Fang Xingjian also had a strong interest in the art of formations. He felt that he would be able to use it to strengthen his own sword arts.

Moreover, if the remains of these four Demigods were to stay with Henry Clan, then they could be used to help the Henry Clan and the Pop Clan to shock their enemies, as well as fend off some of the vengeance attempts coming from sources other than the Eight Directional Crimson Dragon. This meant Fang Xingjian would not have to attend to everything personally.

Once he returned to the Great Western Region, Fang Xingjian no longer cared about these matters and entered the Sacred Land immediately, starting his final cultivation for the tenth level of the mystical prints.

All the materials had been transported to his training room, and after ten hours, densely packed prints had covered Fang Xingjian’s body. They emitted waves of fluorescent light and exuded a kind of endless and ancient mysteriousness.

Almost at the very instant that the tenth level of the mystical prints was activated, violent information currents gushed into Fang Xingjian’s brain like tides. Endless streams of information exploded in Fang Xingjian’s mind.

Delicacies, travel, love, friendship, sword arts, saber arts, memories, sunset, attending lessons...

Various information remnants that were in the ether particles were gushing forth like waves of chaotic tides. Even with the processing ability of Fang Xingjian’s brain, he currently still had a feeling as if his consciousness had become blurry and that his brain had crashed.

It was only after three whole hours that Fang Xingjian slowly began to grow accustomed to this feeling.

Right now, the entire world had already become different to him.

All the things he saw displayed scenes of their future developments. Fang Xingjian felt that he seemed to be able to see a future trend. Yet, it was also as if the information he had received from the ether particles already contained the countless future possibilities.

After studying the information for over ten minutes, exhilaration flashed in Fang Xingjian’s eyes.

’So that’s how it is. To think that the tenth level of the mystical prints allows one to sense information of future possibilities in ether particles.’

To be able to receive sudden inspiration and sense good fortune and calamities... These were abilities that only people who were at the fourth tier of the Divine level possessed. Yet now that Fang Xingjian had completed the tenth level of the mystical prints, he gained this ability in advance.