“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!
Tiandao recalled that in the previous world, Fang Xingjian had been the strongest person in the Fang Clan. Additionally, even Tiandao himself had admired Fang Xingjian's talent and wanted to recruit him.
However, Fang Xingjian had been stubborn and refused to bend. He ended up taking three blows from Tiandao, and his martial will was forcibly shattered by the impact.
A hint of curiosity flashed in Tiandao's eyes as he thought, 'I wonder if there's a Fang Xingjian in this world and how many of my attacks can he take?'
Right now, 99% of the people in the Fang Clan's manor had retreated, leaving behind only 100 mechanized warriors that were covered in golden armor and emitting a faint blue glow. These mechanized warriors were all standing in the courtyard.
The military forces and the Thunder Monarch's Ford Clan were not the only ones who had developed new weapons after getting their hands on the information from the Moon's relics.