“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!
At the next moment, Tiandao activated the Blessings of the Time King and his conjured physique recovered once again. However, his countenance was still extremely grim as he looked at Fang Xingjian with a slightly surprised gaze.
It was unexpected that black magic was ineffective on Fang Xingjian. In particular, that last finger tap was something which Tiandao was still unable to dodge despite having expended all of his means—performing a series of black magic together with light speed movements.
Moreover, the power contained in that attack had torn his body apart. It was many times stronger than what the Thunder Monarch and Gold Mage King had displayed earlier.
When the Thunder Monarch saw that Fang Xingjian wanted to make his move, he asked immediately, "Mage Kings, letting Fang Xingjian deal with Tiandao by himself like this..."