The violent power ravaged everywhere, and a world-destroying shockwave surged out.
Everything was caught in this terrifying storm, heading towards an irreversible destruction.
With the slap of Fang Yuan's hand, in an instant, the capital city of He-Sang and the surrounding He-Sang people all turned into "familiar faces."
Undoubtedly, this was the hottest day in the history of He-Sang since the country's establishment.
The thunderous roar, like the wrath of the gods, continued without end. Duke Chongwu stood dumbfounded, gazing at this scene. The Four Great Priests of He-Sang, Prince Shengde, Queen Xuezi... and the ancient demons such as Shōtō and Kuroki who secretly manipulated behind the scenes of humanity...
Everything was so insignificant.
As the surging shockwaves weakened and the turbulent energy gradually calmed, a shocking scene slowly unfolded on the distant horizon in Duke Chongwu's eyes—
The once rolling and majestic mountain range was as though it had been wiped away by an invisible giant hand, completely disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world.
As for the capital city of He-Sang, it was completely gone, not even a hint remained. In its place, there was only a deep and bottomless glass-like giant pit, like a horrific wound on the earth after it cracked, emitting a chilling light.
The entire capital and the surrounding terrain had been completely reshaped.
"..."
After the frenzy and the clamor, the world fell into an unprecedented silence. Even the sound of the usually flowing streams disappeared without a trace. The entire world seemed to have had its mute button pressed.
Duke Chongwu stared wide-eyed, the coldness creeping up his spine as he gazed at the ravaged land, speechless for a long time.
He never expected that His Majesty would be so decisive. A disagreement, and he directly took action. The power of this strike was beyond imagination.
In contrast, Yun Si appeared a little more composed. As the vessel spirit, she had once sealed a demon god with the terrifying power to annihilate a nation. For this kind of overwhelming power, she had some psychological preparation.
Fang Yuan's display of power was well within her expectations. He truly deserved to be the immortal who killed the flame demon!
"Ha..." Fang Yuan let out a light breath. After the slap, even with his blue bar reserves, he felt a sense of exhaustion, as though his body had been drained.
It would take at least a few minutes of rest to recover.
[Slaying the thousand-year-old demon of He-Sang, good deed value +150000]
[Slaying the thousand-year-old demon of He-Sang, good deed value +150000]
[Slaying the thousand-year-old demon of He-Sang, good deed value +150000]
[Eliminating all disputes in the capital of He-Sang and its surroundings, bringing back long-awaited peace, good deed value +300000]
...
Although Fang Yuan had already solved all the enemies in front of him, the "Good Deeds Scripture" was still constantly writing, due to the many good deeds he had done.
However, the common people weren't worth much. This slap alone likely wiped out countless lives, but it didn't even count as the minimum...
It took Duke Chongwu some time to calm the raging storm in his heart before he quickly walked over to Fang Yuan's side and asked with confusion, "Your Majesty, why did you do this?"
It wasn't out of dissatisfaction, just pure curiosity.
After all, when facing Baiji, Fang Yuan had only killed one person, but in He-Sang, he made such a huge move.
"Hmm..." Fang Yuan pondered for a moment before replying, "Probably because I'm just a little boy. If I don't do something, I feel uncomfortable."
"???"
Duke Chongwu didn't understand.
Fang Yuan couldn't explain it to him. Of course, this was just a hellish joke. The true reason... was because the people of He-Sang had dug their own graves.
The invaders from He-Sang, when they invaded his Hanhai Province, slaughtered innocent civilians at will, cutting off their heads and stacking them into tall monuments to feed their ghosts and gods.
Such brutal actions had already doomed He-Sang's fate.
If he didn't kill them back, Fang Yuan might even worry about his own heart becoming unstable.
For this reason, he didn't even choose to engage further with the higher-ups of He-Sang. After all, these people were too eager, and he was afraid that if he went down, they would pamper him, making him reluctant to kill them.
It was better to have less involvement so that there was no psychological burden when killing.
Moreover, with He-Sang's behavior, if you were kind to them, they would only think you were weak, and only by giving them a harsh lesson would they truly submit.
After destroying the entire capital, Fang Yuan waited quietly in the sky for a while.
He was waiting to see if any long-hidden big bosses would appear, or if there were demons he hadn't killed, successfully entering the second stage or something like that.
Unfortunately, Fang Yuan was disappointed. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see any red names in his vision.
It seemed that, in terms of foundation, He-Sang was a little stronger than Baiji, but that was all.
The four demons that had been embedded in the priests' bodies were only at the master level, not even grandmasters.
Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. These were just shrimp soldiers and crab generals. What he was looking for, the Yang-attribute Dao Body Law, still hadn't appeared.
It seemed unrealistic to find this thing in the Eastern continent, but that didn't matter. There was only one last stop—Quyue. He had to take a look; maybe there would be unexpected gains.
"Let's go. Head straight to Quyue." Fang Yuan waved his sleeve and turned to walk into the ship cabin. Since He-Sang's capital had been sent back to the Stone Age with a slap, there was no point in staying here any longer.
...
The Yun Su resumed its operation, turning its bow toward the direction of Quyue.
After seemingly kicking He-Sang into the gutter, Fang Yuan lazily lay back in his dragon chair and casually picked up some intelligence about Quyue on the desk, flipping through it.
Before setting out, he had instructed his officials to collect as much detailed intelligence as possible about the three countries—He-Sang, Baiji, and Quyue.
After all, knowing oneself and the enemy leads to victory in a hundred battles. Even though Fang Yuan was 99% of a Martial Saint, the necessary tasks still had to be done, and one couldn't be careless.
He didn't want to trip in the gutter.
But unfortunately, the intelligence presented by the officials was terrible, almost clueless.
Even critical information like the existence of the four priests in He-Sang was missing.
It couldn't be blamed on them. After all, the summer country was newly established and didn't have a well-developed intelligence system. As for the previous dynasty, the emperor was focused on his leap into the dragon gate, and the country was in chaos due to demons; how could they have the time to gather information on other countries?
Just when Fang Yuan thought the intelligence on Quyue would be just as poor as Baiji and He-Sang, he unexpectedly found that the former dynasty had kept quite a bit of information about Quyue.
[Quyue]was established thousands of years ago by a man named [Ruan Tianhe]. His origins were mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air. But once he did appear, he was a top-tier Martial Master.
Under his leadership, Quyue rapidly rose, becoming an unparalleled power. It was in a tripartite balance with the Flame Kingdom and the Ice Plains, shining brightly.
But good times didn't last long. One day, Ruan Tianhe suddenly fell.
No one knew how such a Martial Master died, but since his death, Quyue had fallen into decline and split into countless small countries. The largest of them was the current Quyue.
According to the information in Fang Yuan's hands, Ruan Tianhe might not have died. He had likely lived to the present.
The reason he had never appeared was possibly because he was in seclusion, focusing on refining his Dao Body. Perhaps… he had already broken through the barrier and become the legendary [Martial Saint]!