The sky above the Royal Capital.
Boom—
As the rumbling suddenly erupted.
Violent airflow tore through the firmant, countless patterns and light interwove in the void, and the Grand Array enveloping the entire Royal Capital appeared astonishingly before the eyes of the world.
At this mont.
Although the ceramic-like giant hand rely struck the sword shadow, the girl in a white dress with silver eyes seed to be hit by an invisible force, instantly transforming into a white shadow falling downward.
"Friend, you are too weak! You severed your divinity, thus destined to be inferior to !" Fu Yuan Saint lowered his head, hollow eyes flickering with ghostly flas like stars.
At this mont, countless citizens of the Royal Capital gazed upon Fu Yuan Saint as if he were a Heavenly God, their hearts filled with overwhelming fear.
So knelt on the ground, prostrate.
So chanted words, seeming to be praying.
So shouted Fu Yuan Saint’s na.
...
In an instant, the Royal Capital was no longer its peaceful old self.
Jiang Ning used the Heavenly Eye to scan the surroundings, witnessing countless powerful presences coldly observing.
Just then.
Fu Yuan Saint suddenly turned, his gaze directed towards the Martial Saint Mansion.
"Martial Saint!" He suddenly grinned, raising his right leg high before slowly lowering it towards the direction of the Martial Saint Mansion.
Rumble—
His towering figure moved, stirring the air currents, which suddenly expanded like surging waves in all directions.
Especially the descending clay-like right leg, compressing the air into a pale blue, spreading like seawater.
Suddenly.
A figure soared into the sky, hair standing in fury, eyes cold and sharp, long black hair wildly dancing.
"It’s him! Martial King Xiang Yuan!" Jiang Ning used the Heavenly Eye to identify the attacker in an instant.
At this mont, the towering and robust Xiang Yuan appeared as an ant in front of the mountain-sized Fu Yuan Saint.
In an instant, Martial King Xiang Yuan arrived beneath Fu Yuan Saint.
Facing the clay-like right leg descending like a mountain, his right hand punched out, as if to strike the heavens and earth.
Boom—
A resounding blast echoed through the clouds.
The mountain-like body of Fu Yuan Saint slightly shook, subsequently visible cracks spread rapidly, reaching over half of the leg.
"As a Martial Artist, you’re quite comndable!" Fu Yuan Saint hovered above the Royal Capital, not falling into the city’s area.
"Fu Yuan, this is no place for your antics!" Martial King Xiang Yuan suspended himself in the sky above the Royal Capital.
His black hair was wild, eyes shining, muscles distributed like iron blocks on his body.
"Just a couple of praises, and you’re floating sky-high!" Fu Yuan Saint said mockingly, his ceramic-like mouth revealing a scornful smile, raging winds erupted from his deep dark giant mouth.
In the next mont.
He looked down at his lower limb, noticing that the cracks on the right leg were rapidly healing.
In less than a tenth of a breath, Fu Yuan Saint’s right leg returned to its original state.
Then, his gaze fell on Xiang Yuan.
In the hollow sockets, the ghostly flas suddenly blazed.
In the next mont.
The void trembled, rippling, as if an invisible force was in motion.
Rumble—
Xiang Yuan abruptly collided heavily with the ground, which then collapsed and sank.
Xiang Yuan’s robust body also continued to sink into the earth.
"Your physical body is comndable, but your spirit and will are too weak!" Fu Yuan Saint’s voice echoed.
The sound of tal scraping transmitted, making the listener’s hair stand on end.
Buzz—
Suddenly.
Another sword hum erupted.
A burst of green light flared and pierced the sky.
Zing—
It lasted only a mont.
The green light reached Fu Yuan Saint, but halted just a few feet away, as if encountering an invisible barrier.
As the green light dispersed, it revealed a sword, held monts ago by the State Preceptor.
"Friend, you are now at your wits’ end. You cannot stop !" Fu Yuan Saint coldly regarded the long sword before him and spoke.
In the next mont.
The halted long sword was blown away by an invisible force.
"Friend, you should know, my actions today align with the wishes of most people!" Fu Yuan Saint’s voice echoed again.
Then, he turned towards the Martial Saint Mansion.
His right foot stomped down hard again, seemingly intent on turning the Martial Saint Mansion into an abyss.
"Why be so aggressive?" A calm sigh sounded.
Watching in secret, upon hearing this voice, many hearts tensed.
"It’s Xiao Wuque!" Soone spoke quietly in the shadows.
"Looks like he’s poised to act!" Another person said.
"Finally, through Fu Yuan Saint’s hand, we’ll see Xiao Wuque’s true strength!" Another quietly comnted.
"What of the soon-reviving Grand Array?" soone secretly asked.
"Suppress it; it cannot revive now, cannot force Fu Yuan Saint to leave the city!"
"Understood!"
With the last response, the secret conversations fell into hushed silence.
On the other side.
Above the Martial Saint Mansion, a faint azure figure suddenly appeared.
The figure was Xiao Wuque.
In a robe of blue, his brow exuded heroism as he gazed at the descending clay-like right leg above.
Then, his attention floated to one side.
Seeing the interwoven Array Patterns in the void, he secretly sneered.
Despite Fu Yuan Saint’s tumultuous outbreak in the Royal Capital, how could he not discern the hidden trickery?
Fu Yuan Saint might be powerful, far surpassing the strength of most First-Grade Martial Arts Experts.
But the Royal Capital is a place where dragons and tigers thrive. Were the strong to erge, how could they truly be incapable of subduing Fu Yuan Saint?
Yet most forces remained coldly observing.
"Teacher, it seems the world wishes to see your current state!" Xiao Wuque sighed inwardly.
Afterward, he clenched his fist.
Facing the clay-like right leg descending above, he punched out.
Rumble—
The roar echoed through the sky, sending countless fragnts flying, turning into stones and rock debris scattering in all directions.
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