Paradise of Demonic Gods
“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!
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Fang Xingjian did not look at him, but turned to Audrey and asked, "Are there any problems with what he said?"
Audrey and the others shook their heads as they looked at Fang Xingjian, feeling agitated. The dejection they had been feeling for the past few days was all swept away. Looking at the middle-aged man that Fang Xingjian had grabbed, all of them wore a joyful expression.
Seeing that everyone was shaking their heads, Fang Xingjian threw a glance at the middle-aged Mage. The latter was instantly slashed by countless sword intents into fragments, regenerated, slashed into pieces again, regenerated again, and then slashed into pieces again.
After three consecutive times of this, the middle-aged Mage started screaming in agony. Unable to regenerate anymore, he died for good.
Fang Xingjian looked at the Holy Light Clan's quarters and nonchalantly said, "Come on, let's head back to the Holy Light Clan."