Alexander stood up abruptly, and with his action, the entire palace hall seemed to tremble a little. He swelled up like a balloon, taking on a height of about ten meters. Endless power surged out from his body, and he emitted a myriad of golden light. It was as if the king of all gods had descended onto the mortal world.
"Fang Xingjian, how dare you barge into the palace?! Do you know what your crime is?"
Fang Xingjian looked at Alexander and said coldly, "Alexander, why do you have to put up an empty show of strength? You weren't my match over one month ago, and now, it's even easier for me to kill you now. If it isn't because there are other people here, you'd have died long ago."
This time around, Fang Xingjian had snuck into the palace in the middle of the night because his sword arts had improved tremendously once again and his Light Pursuit sword technique now allowed him to change his conjured physique into sword light.
Therefore, at present, he had the confidence to probe how powerful the Mage King level experts, Alexander, and the others were. If it was possible, he would kill Alexander and the Abyss Lord so that they would not continue to go against him in the future.
If things worked out, it would be even better if Fang Xingjian could kill the Black Mage King and the others as well, getting rid of his future problems. However, he was also aware that this was not really possible. After all, the Black Mage King was the leader of the Mage Association in name and had stood at the top of this world for over 100 years, with countless secret arts and treasures in his possession. His strength was deep and unfathomable, and he was definitely not someone who could be killed easily.
Another thing was that he wanted to verify the information Charlot had told him. If what Charlot said was right, he would not mind killing True Lord Qingshan in passing. This would make it so that True Lord Qingshan would not be able to continue keeping himself concealed and pose a greater threat as time passed.
Hearing Fang Xingjian's words, the killing intent in Alexander's eyes grew even more intense. Behind him, the Abyss Lord's body became increasingly dark as he turned into an extremely thick and dense black fog. It was already impossible to see what his original appearance was like.
The Abyss Lord said coldly, "B*stard, as a subject of the Empire, you've enjoyed the privileges the Empire provides you with, and you've learned the Empire's knowledge. But now, you've turned against our royal family. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
Right now, he looked at Fang Xingjian like he was looking at a double-crossing servant. The Abyss Lord's eyes were filled with hatred.
Fang Xingjian laughed out loud and said, "The one who taught me sword arts was Teacher Huang Lin from Kirst Academy. The one who had helped me to improve was a senior from the Second Prince's faction. How are they related to you in any way?"
"What a despicable double-crossing servant!" The Abyss Lord said, infuriated. "Elder Brother, why are we talking so much with him? Let's just take him down and tear him up into pieces."
Just as the Abyss Lord said this, a hint of killing intent flashed in Fang Xingjian's eyes. Out of the four longswords that were behind him, the Abyss Longsword's sword light burst out. It sent a myriad of Infiltrating Void sword intents seething into the space as he dashed his way till he reached the Abyss Lord
The Abyss Lord's countenance changed, and his black martial will turned into a Hell's gate, appearing before him. The Hell's gate was about 30 meters tall and ten meters wide. Countless souls were climbing all over it while howling. It looked just like that legendary gate came from the netherworld.
The Gates of Hell was a technique that aimed to cut off the connection between the mortal world and the netherworld. As for the Gates of Hell which the Abyss Lord condensed from his martial will, it could slow down space and stretch out the gaps between them. It could even stop the attack of a tier five Divine level expert.
Even Alexander would not be able to break through it easily.
However, when faced against this Gates of Hell, Fang Xingjian's Infiltrating Void sword intent could be transmitted through space directly. He completely neglected the defense of this martial will, penetrating through and slashing the Abyss Lord's body without any reservations.
With a loud bang, a myriad of sword light swept past the Abyss Lord's body. As ripples were sent out in space, many cracks appeared on the Abyss Lord's conjured physique and face. With a stifled snort, he retreated ten consecutive steps and looked at Fang Xingjian in disbelief.
Fang Xingjian said coldly, "If you continue to talk crap, I'll chop off your head directly."
Hearing Fang Xingjian's words, a red flush flashed on the Abyss Lord's face. He trembled in anger but did not say another word. It was because this sword attack had already shown him the difference between himself and Fang Xingjian.
Fang Xingjian's sword attack astonished the four people present. The Abyss Lord did not say another word, and even Alexander's and the two Mage Kings' gazes were flickering.
The Black Mage King thought, 'Is this the sword technique that defeated Alexander? To think that it can penetrate through the martial will's defense... It's amazing. However, this alone is still not enough if he wishes to deal with us.'
The Abyss Lord spoke to Alexander through his martial will, "Brother, what are we still waiting for? This guy has delivered himself into our hands today. With the combined power of all four of us, won't it be easy for us to suppress him?"
As the Ancient Path of Hell's Sect Master, when had the Abyss Lord ever suffered such great humiliation like the one Fang Xingjian had just given him? Furthermore, with there being four top notch experts in the palace hall at the moment, the Abyss Lord felt that Fang Xingjian was doomed, having walked right into their hands.
However, Alexander did not reply. One reason was that he knew Fang Xingjian's strength was not to be underestimated. Another reason was naturally that despite the fact that there were two Mage King level experts present, they were not completely standing on the same side as him.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the Black Mage King and the Red Mage King, saying, "This person is extremely arrogant and has always been doing whatever he wishes. Why don't we join hands to suppress him today and make him a sacrifice for the evil god summoning ritual?"
Fang Xingjian let out a cold snort and said, "Black Mage King, this is the feud between the Krieg royal family and myself. You better not get involved. Otherwise, don't blame my sword for being merciless."
As Fang Xingjian said this, the four longswords behind him rang out softly, and the Celestial Eradication Sword Formation's overwhelming power was unleashed explosively. Each and every physical particle in the world seemed as if they were a world of their own, emitting streams of eerie sword intents.
However, what kind of character was the Black Mage King? How could a hero of a generation who would even dare to go against the Church of Universal Truth possibly be threatened?
Furthermore, the Black Mage King was also tempted by Alexander's suggestion of suppressing Fang Xingjian and then offering him as a sacrifice in the ritual. This could cut down on the depletion of their own resources when performing the ritual. It would also comply to their senses from the Sudden Inspiration concerning Fang Xingjian in that he would be of use to the evil god ritual.
Moreover, with there being four great experts present and all of them being in Krieg's palace, the Black Mage King felt that Fang Xingjian had no chances of winning.
"Xingjian. Lad, one who comes out into the world must understand the idea of honoring your teacher and respecting his teachings as well as showing respect to your seniors. Since you're so arrogant, I'll teach you a lesson on your parents' behalf," the Black Mage King said. Then smiled and added while looking at Fang Xingjian, "Red lad, beat him to death."
With the Black Mage King's order, the Red Mage King—who had a height of three meters, a pair of horns on his head, a tail growing out from his spine, and who was covered in a layer of gray stratum corneum—made his move.
With his move, the surrounding space was compressed to the extent that streaks of black gaps appeared. Astonishing power burst out from under his feet, and the golden palace hall continued to crack under his stomp, even starting to plunge down toward the ground.