Paradise of Demonic Gods
Paradise of Demonic Gods - Chapter 689: Descent

Chapter 689: Descent

Fang Xingjian could sense that he could completely switch between or merge his physical body and sword intents. There were no more barriers between the two, and his body could completely turn into an existence like the Heaven-Connecting Sword Physique.

He looked at his Stats Window. His abilities had risen once again.

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Name: Fang Xingjian

Age: 19

Occupation: Eternal Sword Seigneur

Level: 32

Strength: 626

Agility: 624

Reaction: 529

Endurance: 510

Flexibility: 509

Martial Will: 1,500

Skills / Techniques: Sword Prowess, Sword Force, Level 50 Celestial Eradication Sword Formation, Level 50 Celestial Eradication Four Swords.

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At level 32, the third tier of the Divine level, his martial will had reached 1,500 points. Right now, Fang Xingjian had the confidence that even if he were to face a tier four or even tier five Divine level expert, he would be able to defeat them.

Moreover, having reached the tier three of the Divine level, his sword intents and physical body had become one. He was able to draw in ether particles for replenishment at any time and place, seeming like he would almost never deplete all of his powers.

…

At this moment when Fang Xingjian returned to this world once again, Audrey was running at great speed in the snowy mountains. She seemed to have become a black line, wearing a terrified expression as she fled into the depths of the mountains.

Next to her were over ten members of the seven great clans, including Xingxing`er.

Fang Xingjian had disappeared for an entire month. During this one month, an overwhelming change had occurred within the Empire again.

Leaving other places aside, in the Northern Ice Region where Audrey was located, the seven great clans had been cultivating in the mountains, waiting for Fang Xingjian’s orders.

However, the Gold Robed Mages descended upon the Northern Ice Region. Just four Gold Robed Mages had caused the entire Northern Ice Region to be unable to retaliate. They even made a personal trip to the peaks of the snowy mountains. With their Gold Robed magic, they badly shook up the seven great clans.

One of the Divine level experts amongst the Gold Robed Mages was someone that even Jacob, the head of the Holy Light Clan, was not a match for.

Clearly, the influences of the seven great clans were too big, and they had gotten involved in the fight between the Gold Mage King, Black Mage King, and the Empire’s royal clan.

Thinking of how terrifying the few Gold Robed Mages were, Audrey could not help but shudder.

The prowess of black magic was indeed terrifying. Their many strange and vicious abilities were not things that Knights could go up against.

It was only at this moment that Audrey truly understood why it was rumored that the Mage Association and the Church of Universal Truth were the two strongest influences in this world.

Xingxing`er wore a horrified expression and said, “It’s over. There’s no way that we can escape.”

Young Master Meng, one of the Four Gentlemen from the seven great clans, also said with a dejected expression, “What can we do then? We aren’t their match at all if we were to face them head-on. There’s nothing we can do but escape.”

At that moment, Audrey looked toward a mountain’s peak in the distance and said, “Let’s head over there!”

Everyone looked toward Audrey. Xingxing`er sighed and said, “Audrey, are you still not giving up? Fang Xingjian has probably died in the Nine-Tiered Heavens.”

Audrey looked at that mountain’s peak. It was clearly the last place where Fang Xingjian had cultivated.

Young Master Meng sighed and said, “Fang Xingjian is too arrogant. How long has he been cultivating? To think that he’s in such a hurry to strive for the second tier of the Nine-Tiered Heavens. How can the Nine-Tiered Heavens be something that can be broken through with such great ease?

“Moreover, almost a month has passed, and he has still hasn’t appeared. He didn’t even come when the seven great clans suffered such great casualties. The only possibility is that he has lost himself in the second tier of the Nine-Tiered Heavens and become an undead.”

Xingxing`er also said while trembling, “So what if he comes? These few Gold Robed Mages are really monsters amongst monsters. They can’t be killed at all. Didn’t you see the fight between them and Head Jacob?”

Thinking of the strange performance the Gold Robed Mages had shown during the battle, with physical bodies that could regenerate no matter what kind of attacks they received, as well as diabolic energy that could crush any kind of martial will… Xingxing`er and the others all felt shivers run down their spines.

Xingxing`er shook her head and looked down while saying, “It’s useless. Even if Fang Xingjian is still alive, he’s no match for the Gold Robed Mages. Black magic is too terrifying. Knights are weaker than Mages by nature.

“It’s only now that I understand why the Mage Association can hold their weight about in this world for so many years. Even the Church of Universal Truth is unable to annihilate them.

“If it isn’t because of all the fighting between the Mages from the different factions, they might have already taken over the world.”

Listening to Xingxing`er’s words of despair, the others also hung their heads dejectedly in agreement to what she said.

This time around, they were really given a great scare by the Gold Robed Mages. It was because the great power of black magic and diabolic energy far surpassed their imagination.

At that moment, a beam of golden light shone down, and a Mage wearing golden robes appeared before everyone.

It was an old man who looked like he was in his forties or fifties, and his eyes emitted a faint and cold golden light.

The old man’s eyes swept across everyone present, making them feel a powerful pressure gush out toward them. It was as if a big block of mountain was pressing down on them.

Xingxing`er’s and Young Master Meng’s faces flashed with a hint of despair.

Although this person was not a Divine level expert amongst the Gold Robed Mages, this man was enough to deal with the likes of them.

“Get down on your knees and surrender,” the middle-aged Mage said coldly. “I have no interest in massacring ants.”

Xingxing`er and the others dropped to their knees, shuddering. Young Master Meng gritted his teeth and said coldly, “If you bring us back, you’ll use black magic to enslave us, making us your slaves and puppets. Since that’s the case, why should I surrender?”

The middle-aged Mage threw a glance toward Young Master Meng and said with a ridiculing expression, “That is true. But at least, if you kneel and surrender, you won’t have to be put through too much agony.”

While he was talking, Young Master Meng had already dashed out. He brought out a dreamy and illusory aura, turning into countless lights and shadows as he did so.

Layers of illusions came covering down, bringing along the furious roars of a multitude of people as well as the tremors of the ground and the clashing of blades. It was as if he had turned into an entire army and charged over.

This was the illusory Killing technique that the Illusory Clan excelled in. At this moment, Young Master Meng was going all out at the risk of his life, hoping to be able to fight his way out.

However, when faced with this move, the middle-aged Mage merely smiled coldly. Then at the next moment, he formed seals with his hands, and a series of incantations burst out from his body.

“Requesting for Grandmaster to descend!”

In an instant, a huge golden hand, that was formed from amassing diabolic energy, dashed out from the Mage’s body and charged out toward the great army.

A crisp cracking sound rang out. The power of the huge golden hand was far too violent. At almost the moment it appeared, it lashed out at the air within a range of several kilometers. The endless illusions were crushed, and a tremendous amount of ice and snow was thrown into the air.

The huge palm grabbed Young Master Meng and clenched down slightly, turning Young Master Meng into a pool of struggling mush. No matter how much Young Master Meng wanted to regenerate, he could not do so successfully.

Clenching down lightly on Young Master Meng’s body, the middle-aged Mage looked coldly at the rest of the people and said, “You guys…”

However, at the next moment, a palm grabbed his head, and soft words that were filled with killing intent rang out in his mind. It was as if a longsword had scraped past the outer layer of his brain.

“Don’t talk, don’t resist.

“Because wanting to pinch an ant without using strength that could kill it is hard to do.”