"This person is calm, absolutely not a benign figure. Instantly stabilizing his state of mind, he is an immense enemy!"
Seeing the Massacre Emperor suddenly calm down and issue the agreement of three cuts, Fang Han immediately realized that this person possessed deep stratagems, advanced and retreated freely, and was absolutely not someone who only knew blind slaughter.
This agreement of three cuts was articulated with ultimate ingenuity, truly reaching a realm in life where one could contract and expand with total ease.
The Massacre Emperor had already deciphered that Fang Han undoubtedly had a backer, hence his unbridled audacity. He absolutely would not engage in a death match with Fang Han, as failing to finish him off would severely damage his own dignity. By setting an agreement of three cuts, even if the three cuts couldn't slay Fang Han, he could still retreat completely unscathed.
This showcased that this man's sabre arts, akin to his realm of life, were already measured in their advance and retreat, forever ensuring he would not put himself in a position of peril.
Fang Han originally wanted to utilize his maneuvers to make this Massacre Emperor suffer an immense loss, shocking everyone, and particularly making the Ferocious Emperor afraid to act rashly.
However, as things stood now, he feared things couldn't unfurl as he wished.
Unless he cultivated to the realm of an Utmost Immortal Emperor, he wouldn't hold a crushing advantage. Thinking up to this point, Fang Han's desire to elevate his realm intensified furiously.
"Junior, watch closely, this is the first cut! Sun and Moon's Sorrowful Wail!"
"Buzz!"
With one sabre stroke, the Massacre Emperor stirred up a whirlwind. Within the whirlwind appeared a thousand bright moons and ten thousand blazing suns. Each bright moon actually manifested human faces and facial features, as if the blazing suns and bright moons had come alive.
Weeping and sorrowful wailing resounded entirely.
Those weepings and sorrowful wails emanated from the human faces on the blazing suns and bright moons. As expected, the sun and moon were uttering sorrowful wails.
This cut was truly capable of shaking heaven and moving the ghosts and gods, carrying all before it, slaying gods and executing ghosts. Sweeping over, it submerged Fang Han in an instant. Many spectating experts and Emperors hastily backed away.
It could be said that standard Utmost Immortal Emperors, lacking crucial magic treasures, simply couldn't withstand this sabre strike of the Massacre Emperor.
"Ah, this is the grand triple styled formula of Slaying Gods, Executing Ghosts, and Shattering Massacre!"
"Sun and Moon's Sorrowful Wail! When this move is deployed, it can ignite tens of millions of voids, making the suns and moons of alternate dimension realms as numerous as the Ganges' sands, along with the sun and moon of the Heaven Realm, wail sorrowfully together. Securing that grieving power to kill the enemy, no one can withstand it. Throughout history, who knows how many strong experts have died by his hands."
"I don't know if he can slay Wind Fate or not?"
"The Massacre Emperor holds hatred for Wind Fate. Rumor has it that his descendant, Tu Gang, was also a genius who refined the Eight Divisions Pagoda with huge accomplishments. Unfortunately, he was killed by Wuchang in the Void Province. It's plausible that because of this, he bears a grudge against Wind Fate."
"Actually, that might not be the case. Look at Wind Fate possessing both the Eight Divisions Pagoda and the Ghost Martial Sage Map. This thoroughly illustrates that he has a deep connection with Wuchang. It's even possible that Wuchang died by his hands, and that Eight Divisions Pagoda could have been seized from Tu Gang. In the end, it's possible both Tu Gang and Wuchang died by Wind Fate's hands. This Massacre Emperor definitely received some kind of information, which is why he came to deal with Wind Fate."
"So there is an origin as deep as this. Look, Wind Fate has made a move! Such formidable martial arts, what techniques are those? Pages upon pages of a history of civilization? Does such profound martial arts exist in the Heaven Realm?"
"Even the miraculous martial arts recorded within the Martial Scripture of Myriad Emperors don't seem this miraculous."
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As divine intent rapidly exchanged among the countless experts, Saints, and Emperors, Fang Han had already activated the Era Divine Fist, clashing it against the bright moon and grand sun sabre light.
Man and treasure unified. The Eight Divisions Pagoda linked with the crystal divine country, the Ghost Martial Sage Map coiled around him, and the Staff of Legends as well as the Wings of Freedom emerged behind his back. With a swish, he lunged into the sabre light of the sun and moon.
The roaring spirit vein was burning profusely.
Crackle, crash! Relying on the mighty power of the Eight Divisions Pagoda, he actually shattered numerous suns and moons in one sweep.
"Second cut, Splendor of Fleeting Water!"
The Massacre Emperor's voice resounded ruthlessly. The sabre light morphed, and all the suns and moons collapsed entirely, turning into a pool of autumn water flowing benignly through the air. Everyone caught a whiff of water vapor hitting their faces. Babbling sounds leapt over and metamorphosed into the notes of a zither, echoing unendingly and leaving people intoxicated.
Time ebbed away quietly within this pool of autumn water.
Murderous intent drew close imperceptibly amidst the silent flow.
Swish! Fang Han felt his entire body wrapped tightly by the sabre light, unable to exert even a shred of strength. This was a sabre cut that stole the very creation of heaven and earth. However, at this crucial juncture, he remained peerlessly calm, as if the sabre light was not striking at him but rather he was merely a bystander outside the scene, a passerby betwixt heaven and earth.
Instantly, he seemed to comprehend the profound meaning of "Unfettered in the Mortal Realm."
His body transmuted into a thread of Zen light, a dash of the void, roaming adroitly within the sabre light. Let the sabre light cut and slice; it couldn't inflict the slightest harm upon him.
"Third move! Life and Death Exist Eternally!"
Seeing that the second move failed to slay Fang Han, the Massacre Emperor began a streak of long roars. Squeezing out the third supreme assassination technique, the moment this move was unleashed, a resonant hymn wafted instantly through the void. The hymn hailed from the horizon, eulogizing life and death. Countless holy spirits and Emperors emerged within the sabre light. Holy poetry cascaded like an incoming tide.
Heaven and earth were brimming with the artistic conception of the impermanence of life and death, an existence bound to last forever. Countless people felt a wave of profound sorrow. Life lost its meaning, and some even felt a swelling urge to commit suicide and follow the wind.
Life and death exist eternally, residing between heaven and earth. No matter how formidable an existence is, it remains trapped in the cycle of life and death without release; it will always die. Therefore, what purpose does any stronger power serve?
This technique closely mirrored the last form of the Seven Forms of Judgment, "None are Immortal," yet its lethality possessed a unique charm.
Fang Han's mind did not waver the slightest bit within the sabre light. He closed his eyes and danced. His frame dispersed abruptly, morphing into a torrent of the crystal divine country. In that torrent, heaven and earth became one, unwavering and unshakeable. The Book of the Era, along with multitude histories of civilization, flowed within it.
Instantly, he felt as if he had incarnated into destiny itself, a reincarnation of destiny. A grand crystalline river, unifying heaven and earth, resonating with heaven and earth. Multitude histories of civilization flowed inside, chronicling the long river of numerous civilizations. If this wasn't destiny, then what was?
"Buzz!"
The rune of the Lesser Destiny Technique inside his body vibrated intensely. Corresponding with this comprehension, it abruptly underwent a novel transformation, surprisingly coalescing into the indistinct gateway of a door. That gateway seemed somewhat eternal and simultaneously inexistent. No one could touch it, and even less could anyone command it.
"The physical form of the Gate of Eternal Life!" Fang Han's heart lurched. He absolutely never expected that his sudden epiphany would result in the Lesser Destiny Technique coalescing into the material shape of the Gate of Eternal Life. He felt that the moment this physical form crystallized, boundless destiny power descended through the unseen, piercing through his soul and his will. His comprehension of destiny deepened. Right now, perhaps with only a meager thought, he could completely resurrect the prime spirit of the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor from the dust of history.
In an instant, Fang Han's river-like body shuddered slightly, instantly shattering limitless strands of the sabre light. Rolling his body, he defeated all the sabre light, only to see the astonished face of the Massacre Emperor.
"Kill!"
Fang Han's crystal long river turned back into a genuine physical entity, restoring his true body. Extending a massive hand, he grabbed toward the Massacre Emperor.
But the Massacre Emperor's form shattered under the grip, revealing it to be merely an afterimage. The authentic Massacre Emperor had vanished without a trace.
"Junior, consider yourself lucky today to have countered my three sabre cuts. The day you ascend to an Emperor in the future, I will certainly take your life." The voice carried over from a distance. The Massacre Emperor had legitimately left.
He abstained from entangling further with Fang Han.
"Myriad Methods Return to One!"
Fang Han pressed his hands together, returning all the utilized power into his own body. He stood quietly, abstaining from speaking for a long while; it seemed as if he was digesting the enlightenment from just now.
The Massacre Emperor was an expert, an absolute expert. Those three consecutive cuts forced out the greatest potential lying deep within his body, enabling his comprehension of a new realm.
"It seems one must still duel with authentic experts."
Fang Han thought silently in his heart: "If only this Massacre Emperor could have genuinely engaged in a life and death battle with me. Even if I lost, returning again later would still allow me to augment myself onto a newer realm. Plus, this Massacre Emperor isn't even considered the strongest expert among Emperors within the Heavenly Court. Legend states there exist some experts with Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens who can even flee underneath the intention thought of a Heavenly Lord. Those are bona fide archaic almighty entities. If I manage to duel those figures, the benefits will multiply profoundly. If I manage to cultivate the Lesser Destiny Technique to its supreme realm, deciphering destiny after the Nine Variations of Destiny, that would delineate true formidability."
By now, Fang Han's experiences were extensive, and he was no longer that minor figure of yesteryears. Gradually stepping onto the stage of the Heaven Realm, he hungered for combat against more powerhouse legendary figures.
The Heavenly Court harbored several formidable warriors: "Void Emperor", "Fate Emperor", "Qi Emperor"… all of them were terrifying characters. Though they were not Heavenly Lords, they far exceeded ordinary Emperors. Generic Emperors were not even comparable to mayflies before them.
Foremost among them was the "Xi Emperor". According to legends, his cultivation already enabled him to escape from the hands of a Heavenly Lord. Long ago, venturing deep into the wild untamed alien realms, he suffered the pursuit of an alien realm Heavenly Lord. He actually escaped out of the alien realm with his life and returned to the Heavenly Court, establishing himself as an utter legend.
The Xi Emperor was universally acknowledged in the Heaven Realm as one of the chief candidates with the greatest hope of achieving the Heavenly Lord status subsequent to Muye Huang.
To be able to escape with one's life from beneath a Heavenly Lord's hands, what did that imply? It implied no one could conceivably claim his life. That underscored true Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens; as long as heaven and earth survived, he survived.
Fang Han harbored the desire to battle these individuals.
Now that he ventured to the Heavenly Court, there was a nine in ten chance he would witness the appearance of these figures.
While he stood immersed in contemplation and assimilated his realm, the strong experts of various sects around him were almost scared silly, discerning precisely what was going on.
The Massacre Emperor launched three sabre cuts without result and departed directly. What did this imply? It signified that "Wind Fate" was genuinely equipped to battle experts of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens! What brand of genius was this? Not a single sect had ever spawned a figure like this.
"Oh my Heavens! Is this still a Holy Son? With equivalent power, even serving as the Headmaster Supreme is entirely justifiable. Why is he even partaking in the Heavenly Court Genius Battle? Is there any path of survival left for other disciples?" An Emperor of a colossal sect lamented.