“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!
When the Despot finally got his strength back once again, he felt his powerful physical body and the seething power growing incessantly within it. Then the Despot broke into an excited smile.
However, at the next moment, he saw that Fang Xingjian was still shaking his head, saying, "Now that you've regained your strength, I can now bring up the other matter with you."
"What?" The Despot looked at Fang Xingjian, puzzled.
"I received some news. Your clan's steward said that if Li Shuanghua wanted you to join forces with her, you would want half of my mother's remains. Was this something you said?" Fang Xingjian’s gaze was sharp like sword light, encompassing Despot's entire body. In that instant, Fang Xingjian's killing aura seemed to have materialized and covered the Despot entirely.
Hearing this, the Despot knew that he was in trouble. Standing up suddenly, he was about to flee at full power.