Upon hearing Qin Yang's bone-chilling words, the faces of the United States President Rodney, Secretary of State Nabella, several military generals, and those scientists from the Academy of Sciences all turned pale, and their backs were instantly drenched in cold sweat.
"I believe you've investigated my thods. The four major clans in Japan, I killed every single one of them. Within ten thousand miles of Feipu Manor, I don't wish to see any investigations targeting or my friends and family.
I want to see which country is foolish enough to be the rooster; the first one shall be exterminated by ! Of course, if your United States governnt fails to inform them, don't bla for initiating a massacre."
Qin Yang's icy gaze swept over everyone present and remarked coldly.
As his voice fell, Qin Yang's figure flickered and he no longer looked at these Aricans, his figure flickering, he drifted out of the massive conference room.
Under the night sky, dressed in white, Qin Yang controlled his sword, standing above the White House like a deity. His gaze glanced at a tall, oval-shaped building inside the White House.
The tall, magnificent oval-shaped building was the diplomatic reception hall where the United States President Rodney received foreign guests within the White House.
"Rember this, you Arican folk, save you from your poor mory."
Qin Yang glanced coldly at the hall, and within his dantian, the nine-colored Spiritual Power Lake fluctuated, sending forth a crimson energy from within him that transford into a massive Fla Hand in mid-air.
The vast Fla Hand, emanating crimson flas, cast shadows over the diplomatic reception hall, illuminating the entire night sky above the White House.
"Oh my god, what is that?!"
"What's he trying to do?!"
"…"
In the conference room, the faces of President Rodney and others all changed.
Outside the White House on the driveway, the vehicles all stopped, and nearby residents turned their gazes toward the Fla Hand in mid-air, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief, exclaiming.
"Fall."
Qin Yang's eyes turned cold, directing his Heart and Spirit.
Whoosh!
The massive Fla Hand suddenly crashed down.
Boom!
The majestic diplomatic reception hall instantly crumbled like scraps of paper, collapsing with a loud noise, followed by a raging fire engulfing the collapsed hall.
"OH, God, what's happening, is the White House under attack?"
"Did a missile strike the White House?"
"…"
Outside the White House, on the driveway and around, residents looked on in horror at the scene, taking photos with their phones.
"He, he… actually destroyed the diplomatic reception hall."
Rodney's face was pale, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
At this mont, everyone present fully realized the imnse power Qin Yang possessed and believed that this night was enough to shake them to the core.
"Rodney, this is just a token reminder. I'm worried about your poor mory. Hopefully, the next visit won't be coming to kill off all your officials."
Qin Yang's icy voice resonated in the conference room.
Upon hearing this, Rodney's face turned incredibly pale as he nodded awkwardly.
The strength of the United States lies in its powerful military capabilities, yet facing soone even stronger, with thods bold and brutal, and able to obliterate a majestic building at the flip of a hand, they dare not provoke lightly.
Ultimately, in this world, it's the one with the tougher fists who becos the leader.
Whoosh!
After warning Rodney, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword carried Qin Yang, flying into the night sky without looking back, promptly disappearing from Rodney's view and the others.
Hiss hiss hiss!
The diplomatic reception hall crushed by the Fla Hand burned swiftly, soon turning into a pile of ashes.
"He's too terrifying."
Secretary of State Nabella watched the figure that disappeared from view, then looked at the quickly burnt-to-ashes hall, exclaiming in shock.
"Damn it, with his thods, if he says he'll do sothing, he probably will. We'll likely never be able to investigate him again."
CIA Director McCarthy said with a gloomy face.
This Huaxia man is too ruthless. They only investigated him briefly, without even apprehending him, and he's already co to the United States, even to the White House, issuing a warning to them all.
"If he's pushed, it will be disastrous for us in the United States."
Rodney nodded solemnly.
Upon hearing this, several military generals also nodded.
Half an hour later, the faces of these individuals had sowhat regained normalcy.
"Ms. Nabella, proceed to inform every country. Seal off tonight's incident, just say there's a fire at the White House."
President Rodney turned his gaze to Secretary of State Nabella, speaking with lingering fear.
"Yes, Mr. President."
Nabella, her face still showing signs of paleness, nodded.
That person, they are destined not to provoke again, unless one day the United States also possesses such a superpower user, hopefully Superman truly exists, a world-leading nation, feeling threatened by a lone individual, having to yield, is a feeling too hard to stomach.
Three days later.
Huaxia.
Feipu Manor.
The sunlight sprinkled upon Feipu Manor, cascading upon this spiritual energy-rich villa.
Within the manor, before an impressive marble plaza, Qin Yang sat in the center of a wide stone platform, with nurous jade tokens floating before him.
Today is the final day for Qin Yang to arrange the Spirit Awakening Array, having already arranged over forty-eight thousand array patterns out of fifty thousand.
The Spirit Awakening Array is quite complex, and naturally, Qin Yang's current level of cultivation is limited; imprinting three thousand array patterns a day is his limit.
Moreover, in these three days, any investigation regarding Qin Yang has disappeared, including from the Huaxia Governnt, which no longer conducts any investigations into Qin Yang. Evidently, these countries have understood Qin Yang's warning.
As for the video of Sword Controlling Immortal, these past few days, under intentional suppression by relevant departnts, interest has gradually waned, given new news crops up daily, making people easily forget past events. The White House's diplomatic reception hall incident did make headlines, but was rely reported as a fire.
Thus, on Earth, no one dares to provoke or investigate Feipu Manor affairs, and Qin Yang has devoted all his focus on setting up the Spirit Awakening Array.
Swish swish swish!
Qin Yang tossed engraved jade tokens into specific positions in the plaza, those jade tokens sinking into the earth and disappearing.
The jade tokens swirling above Qin Yang, as thin as cicada wings, rapidly diminished until only the last token remained.
"The last one."
Qin Yang's eyes glead, and rune patterns swirled at his fingertips, etching the last array pattern onto the jade token.
"Go."
Qin Yang released the fifth ten-thousandth jade token, allowing it to sink into the plaza and vanish.
"Phew."
Qin Yang exhaled deeply, stretched leisurely, and stood up.
"It's done!"
Qin Yang's eyes shone with excitent, his face expressing joy.
Over these ten days, arranging the Spirit Awakening Array has not been without ntal strain for him; succeeding at this mont provided a sense of relief.
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