“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
The entire city seemed to be burning up, and countless shouts gradually joined together, as if wanting to shake up mountains and rivers, as well as tear through the clouds and sky.
A surge of fervent will seethed, scattering out in the sky above the entire city.
The members of the Empire's intelligence team were standing in the marketplace, and when they sensed the fervent aura around them, their expressions changed drastically.
Around them, the many merchants of the Sand Country seemed to have turned into wolves.
Even the members of the intelligence team could feel countless sharp gazes piercing them.
They were also from the Empire, so the gazes that surrounded them made it seem as if they would be killed at the very next moment.
"This is bad! Fang Xingjian has stirred up a hornet's nest."
"Even if he can escape, we'll still be doomed."