A series of white lights emerged from Fang Xingjian's chest. Armstrong felt that someone seemed to have glanced at him in the light.

That glance is like a mountain, like the sea, like the world, as complex as the universe, and as heavy as the sun, moon, and as heavy as the stars.

This is not a glance that humans can bear, but it also makes Armstrong's desperate look.

When he came to his senses again, his whole body suddenly leaned back, and finally squirted out a lot of blood. He suddenly felt like he had become ten years older, fell to the ground, and supported the ground with both hands, so he finally pushed it down.

But soon his mouth opened again, and blood kept gushing out. As the blood continued to gush, even internal organs began to spit out. His body became old again, and even old spots began to appear on his face.

Looking at his shrinking and wrinkled palms in disbelief, Armstrong looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "What did you do? What was that just now?"

He wanted to attack the other party, but found that his ripples and mental methods could no longer operate, as if his brain was covered with a layer of lard, and he could not exert any extraordinary power.

Fang Xingjian took out the letter of the sacred prayer from his arms, and thought of what Huang Lin said, which contained the martial arts will of the god-level powerful man.

‘Can a level 29 title knight become like this with just one thought? No wonder they can change the direction of the country and history. Such people are indeed no different from God.’

Fang Xingjian had a new understanding of the horror of the god-level powerful man at this moment, but fortunately, the other party was standing next to him this time.

Thinking of the first five changes in the divine power ripples of the Great Star that he wrote in the letter last time, Fang Xingjian had decided to send the remaining two changes as soon as he went back, as a thank you gift this time.

Looking at the envelope and the white light gradually fading out on it, Armstrong's mouth was spewing blood, and he looked at the letter in shock and said, "What... is this?"

"The letter written to me by the Holy Prayer is to prove that my sword of transformation is fine."

Hearing what Fang Xingjian said, a trace of understanding flashed in Armstrong's eyes: "So that's it, the god-level powerhouse is indeed well-deserved." He looked at Fang Xingjian's eyes and a deep jealousy and fear flashed through him.

‘What kind of virtue is this star sword? It is so favored by the god-level powerful people.’

But he felt his current state, and a trace of fear and despair surged into his heart, because he actually felt that his life was approaching, and his body seemed to collapse anytime and anywhere. He felt that he seemed to be seriously injured and was about to die.

‘A look, just one look passed from the air, beat me to death? The strength of the Holy Prayer has reached this point?’

After Fang Xingjian said this, he left without looking back. At the same time, he ordered: "Look at him, don't let him run away."

"I!" Zhou Xingwen was still shocked in the letter of the Holy Prayer. When he heard Fang Xingjian say that he wanted to look at the assistant student Armstrong, he was immediately startled and said, "I? I? I? Look at Lord Armstrong?"

"Any knight can hardly deal with his state. Just look at him and don't let him escape or commit suicide. I'll be back in a while."

In Fang Xingjian's judgment, he, who has the sacred prayer as his backer, will indeed be able to come back in a short while.

But he didn't know that Armstrong in front of him was not an ordinary level 29-level title knight.

A trace of purple mist floated out from Armstrong's body and instantly turned into the human form of the eldest prince. Fang Xingjian suddenly turned around, looking extremely alert.

"Armstrong, are you actually one of the thirty-six clones of the Hell Picture?"

Armstrong ignored Fang Xingjian and looked at the smoky figure with a half kneeling down at the lavender and said, "I have a humiliating mission, so I would like to ask Your Highness to atone for his sins."

The eldest prince didn't say anything, but just glanced at Fang Xingjian up and down, and said coldly: "I didn't expect that you could even hold the thighs of the Holy See."

However, what he really focused on was obviously not Fang Xingjian, but the letter that Fang Xingjian had. After glanced at Fang Xingjian a few times, he didn't take it seriously. He looked at the letter and said, "But is the sacred prayer great? After I step into the god level, I will personally visit you to Yalan Holy Mountain."

As he said that, he glanced at Armstrong and became even more annoyed.

The other party was the strongest contractor he secretly planted in Daxizhou, but now he was directly beaten to half-dead, and even in danger of his life. Even if he wanted to save Armstrong, he would lose his combat power within seven or eight months, causing the eldest prince to completely lose his arm and control over Daxizhou.

He glared at Fang Xingjian fiercely, and saw Zi Yan incarnate and grab Armstrong with one hand and slowly retreating. Just as Fang Xingjian was thinking about how much power there was left in the sacred prayer in the letter and whether he was going to pursue it, the eldest prince and Armstrong had gradually dissipated, as if they had turned into a ball of air and drifted in the air, disappearing like a dream bubble.

Fang Xingjian breathed a sigh of helplessness on his face. He had just activated the celestial sense with all his strength, and he kept using the supreme sword intent to scan the flaws of Armstrong and the eldest prince. However, even if his clone was seriously injured, there was still no flaw in the body of the eldest prince. He did not give Fang Xingjian any chance to attack, especially the information constantly emitted by the other party, which seemed to have to enter a new world anytime and anywhere.

The information collected from the Etheric mystery around them was felt as if they were all warning Fang Xingjian not to attack.

Originally, Fang Xingjian thought he had made great progress during this period and could even defeat the 25th-level titled knight, but now it seems that the eldest prince is even more terrifying.

‘It also needs to be faster.’

‘Okay, after this arbitration, I have more money and time to practice. If it is money, it should be enough to practice the first level of magic patterns.’

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian turned around and continued walking. Zhou Xingwen looked at the place where the eldest prince disappeared with a pale face, and then followed Fang Xingjian to leave.

...

Sally sat on the platform and finally asked, "I'll ask again, what else do you have to say? If not, today's arbitration will end here."

At this moment, the door of the conference hall was kicked open by Fang Xingjian, and flew out with a bang, then fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.

"Fang Xingjian!" Sally stood up suddenly, looking at Fang Xingjian with a calm expression in front of her, and seemed to feel that there was still a vague pain behind her.

Sasha turned his head and looked at Fang Xingjian as if he was looking at another dead person. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he thought to himself: "I thought this kid had escaped, but he actually sent it up again. I really don't know how to live or die."

Holt's eyes looked at Fang Xingjian. He originally wanted to chase and surpass the other party and regarded the other party as his lifelong enemy, but now he saw that the other party was destroyed little by little, he had some other thoughts in his heart, not only a pity, but also had some other thoughts.

‘Talent and combat power are indeed very important, but before becoming a god-level strongman, your connections, background, and background are even more important.
Chapter completed!