“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!
Fang Xingjian looked at Long Tiandi. Then his hand suddenly shot out, grabbing Long Tiandi by the shoulder.
In that instant, Long Tiandi felt a strong gush of power come from behind him. Lights and shadows flashed before his eyes, making him feel as if he had passed through a time tunnel. They then instantly arrived 10,000 meters up in the sky.
The thing that took Fang Xingjian by a slight surprise was that Long Tiandi did not appear to be fazed or anxious in the least despite having gone through such a sudden change. Instead, Long Tiandi kept a cold expression, looked down at the world under his feet, and then turned his gaze toward Fang Xingjian.
"Fang Xingjian? I've seen you before," Long Tiandi said calmly. "What do you want?"
Fang Xingjian smiled and asked, "You aren't afraid of me?"
"Why should I be afraid of you?" Long Tiandi said coldly as he looked straight into Fang Xingjian's eyes.