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Fang Xingjian said coldly, "After you return, unify the plains. I'll give you a list of materials, and you'll bring all of the listed things to the Imperial Capital. From today onward, the Steel Lion Kingdom will become the Empire's vassal state.

"Are there any problems?"

Prince Zuoxian shut his eyes, sighed, and said, "I understand. The invasion down south was done by us, the 11 Sacred Generals, and the Heavenly Lion King. The civilians in the plains have nothing to do with it. I only hope that the Imperial Preceptor can treat the plains' civilians and herders kindly. They're all innocent."

"Hmph, it's not up to you to decide if they are innocent or not."

Fang Xingjian sent a stream of sword intent into Prince Zuoxian as well and then leaped toward the ground. He brought the two of them with him and appeared before the Fourth Prince.

After giving an account of the battle results, Fang Xingjian then instructed, "Get them to send the best Divine Weapons from the plains and the desert to Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan. I still need to forge a Divine Weapon."

Although his White Bone Divine Sword contained Instant's sword intent and had also been refined with his Heaven-Connecting Upper Extremity Sword Physique, it was still intrinsically insufficient. It was sturdy, but it did not have enough prowess and it would not be able to display its full prowess.

Fang Xingjian then looked toward Tyrant, Lan Yue, the Blue Sacred Moonlight, and the Astral Ancestor, saying, "In the process of unifying the plains and the desert, there will definitely be many stubborn people. I'll have to trouble the few of you to help me suppress the borders and clean up the subjects who do not comply."

The 11 Sacred Generals and the Heavenly Lion King had already been wiped out, but it had never been possible for it to be smooth-sailing to rule over the tribes and the people. There would definitely be people in a tribe who would resist to the bitter end and would rather die than to submit. This had nothing to do with the difference between people's strength.

"The Imperial Preceptor is too kind."

"These are things that we should be doing."

The few of them agreed politely.

They did not have a choice. In the past, they had not been that much weaker than Fang Xingjian, but Fang Xingjian's rate of improvement had far surpassed their imaginations. Furthermore, his power and prestige grew by the day, so they had no choice but to treat his instructions with great respect.

"Lilia, Anderson..." Fang Xingjian looked at the younger generation, who had already reached level 29 and were even starting to strive to become Demigods, and said, "You guys should also head to the plains or the desert to wipe out the people who resist. It will be a good experience for you."

In the battle at the Imperial Capital this time around, Fang Xingjian realized that his subordinates were still too weak. However, he possessed the mystical prints and his core subordinates were all inscribed with the mystical prints. All of them had great potential to become stronger.

Therefore, Fang Xingjian planned to give them an opportunity to train. If a few more Divine level experts could be produced from this group, there would be fewer matters which would require his personal attention.

It would be useful for him to have a few more Divine level experts under him, especially in the battle against the Church of Universal Truth.

Then, after giving out more instructions and leaving behind a stream of sword intent for the Fourth Prince to be able to contact him at any moment, Fang Xingjian took a step out and disappeared without a trace.

The people who were left behind looked at the spot Fang Xingjian disappeared from, sighing with emotions. They felt great respect and admiration for him.

However, Fang Xingjian did not actually leave. With a flash, he had appeared before the Black Mage King and the Gold Mage King.

The Black Mage King's countenance changed slightly as he lowered his head and said, "Paying respect to the Imperial Preceptor."

Fang Xingjian looked coldly at the Black Mage King and then suddenly struck out with a palm strike.

This palm strike was one that was purely pushed by Fang Xingjian's conjured physique. Its speed was several hundred times that of the speed of sound but had yet to reach light speed. The surface of the palm had a layer of chaotic-colored glow and a strange magical force. It was like the most terrifying weapon in the world, slowly pressing out toward the Black Mage King.

Seeing the palm that Fang Xingjian had struck out toward him, the Black Mage King's countenance changed. He raised his two hands, bringing forth a thousand black shadows that headed to receive Fang Xingjian's attack.

The Black Mage King's hands felt as heavy as a mountain range. The space distorted, and the microscopic world seethed. His hands brought about layers and layers of double images. They were his external clones. Right now, they were joining forces with him to receive Fang Xingjian's attack.

However, the Black Mage King regretted it the moment he instinctively took action to receive this attack.

Before Fang Xingjian's palm force hit him, just the shock waves—which formed from Fang Xingjian lashing out into air—collided on his body, making him feel like his conjured physique was going to break down.

"Damn it! How is this attack so strong?"

The Black Mage King had seen Fang Xingjian single-handedly take on the many experts from the plains and the desert earlier on, so he understood that Fang Xingjian's powers were extremely strong. With just a single move, he could kill ordinary Divine level experts.

However, the Black Mage King had also made improvements during this period of time. Over the past two months, he had continued comprehending the profoundness of the wordless monument. Regardless of whether it was the Black Mage King's martial will or his understanding toward the powers circulation, martial arts profoundness, and the microscopic world, they had all made great improvements.

He reckoned that even if he was not a match for Fang Xingjian, this casual palm strike pushed by Fang Xingjian's conjured physique was something that he should be able to receive.

However, the truth was that he was really unable to receive it.

With a stifled rumble, strong gales blew, and a stretch of darkness spread out abruptly. It was as if void space had exploded from the impact, and the space had shattered.

However, as the powers dissipated, the distorted space returned to normal. The darkness in the sky gradually disappeared, and light returned.

The Black Mage King's conjured physique was shattered into tiny fragments before it slowly reassembled, once again taking the Black Mage King's elderly appearance.

Fang Xingjian looked at the Black Mage King coldly and said, "Don't you try pulling a trick on me. Black Mage King, killing you is just a matter of my decision.

"If it isn't because the Empire is now in need of people, you'd have already died earlier."

Almost right from when Fang Xingjian first scanned the Black Mage King with his martial will, he had already understood the Black Mage King's strength and condition. Fang Xingjian knew that the latter had pulled a trick.

However, the fact that the Empire had joined forces with the Black Mage King was still the greatest classified top secret in the Empire. So, Fang Xingjian came to meet the Black Mage King by himself.

When the Black Mage King heard Fang Xingjian's words, his eyes narrowed slightly, seeming to have violent emotions brewing in them.

What status did he have? When had he ever been humiliated by a junior like this?

Fang Xingjian could tell that the Black Mage King was still a little unaccepting of this situation. He said coldly, "Hmph, it seems that you still have tricks you haven't used. Why don't I just stand here and accept one attack from you without dodging?"

A hint of desire flashed in the Black Mage King's eyes, but it died down after a short moment. He smiled and said, "I don't need to try to know that the Imperial Preceptor is very impressive. I've done badly this time around, and there won't be a next time."

Throwing the Black Mage King an indifferent glance, Fang Xingjian's eyes were filled with no emotions just like the obscurity in the universe.

"That's for the best. If there's a next time, then there won't be a need for the Black Robed faction to exist anymore."

After teaching the Black Mage King a lesson, Fang Xingjian continued to command them, "I'll be leaving a clone to watch over the Empire while my real form heads to Earth to cultivate. The two of you will continue to each guard over the Demonic City and Imperial Capital respectively. Don't neglect your duties."

Both the Gold Mage King and Black Mage King lowered their heads and said, "Yes, Sir."

A short moment later, Fang Xingjian left behind 10% of his powers to watch over the Imperial Capital. Meanwhile, the remaining 90% of his powers headed to Earth and then returned to the Sun to continue borrowing its powers to cultivate.

The 10% of his powers that had been left behind in the Imperial Capital did not go to waste either. Fang Xingjian planned on using the resources provided by the various great influences to cultivate.

Concurrently cultivating with the resources from both worlds, Fang Xingjian was constantly getting stronger.

Simultaneously, while Fang Xingjian had been dealing with the Steel Lion Kingdom and saving the Imperial Capital from danger, the four regions—which had been taken down by the plains previously—went through many cataclysms.

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