Fang Yuan's eyes flickered like lightning, quickly scanning the people present. Above their heads, various titles were displayed: Bing Yuan, Baiji, He Sang, Qu Yue...
Indeed, this was quite interesting—his enemies from various countries had all conveniently appeared right in front of him.
The news about Bing Yuan preparing for the coronation ceremony had already reached Fang Yuan through his Yin God, and he was more than pleased with it.
Previously, when Fang Yuan planned to hold a coronation ceremony, one of his goals was to use military force to intimidate the other countries. He had worried that this move might bring war to his own people, but he never expected that Bing Yuan would be so considerate and remove his concerns entirely. He wondered which clever person from Bing Yuan had come up with such a brilliant idea.
Fang Yuan wore a faint smile, standing quietly in place. His body remained motionless, but just by standing there so calmly, the people in the hall all felt like chilled cicadas, not daring to make a single movement.
They were not fools. As soon as Fang Yuan appeared, he had easily disabled what they regarded as the strongest person in the Eastern Continent.
At this moment, if they made any moves, whether trying to escape or doing something else, they might immediately become Fang Yuan's next target.
"Nice to meet you all, don't be too nervous..."
Fang Yuan stood in front of the Bing Yuan throne, not even glancing at the already terrified Ivan Seventeen behind him, but instead calmly surveying the martial artists of the various nations.
"I am not a tyrant; I won't randomly slaughter anyone. You may all rest assured."
"By the way, who was it that wanted my sword just now?"
His voice was slightly gentle as it echoed through the hall, but Fang Yuan's gaze was still fixed on the Emperor of He Sang.
When Yun Si opened the passage, this guy had been the loudest in making noise. And recalling the countless crimes committed by He Sang's warriors in the Summer Kingdom's Han Hai Province, it was clear that the Emperor of He Sang was the first person he intended to kill!
Yu Ren forced a smile that looked worse than crying. Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Fang Yuan, he was already panicked to the extreme.
His pride as an emperor had long since vanished. He immediately threw himself on the ground and bowed: "Your Majesty, I was only joking earlier..."
True to He Sang's character, this ability to bend and stretch was truly taken to the extreme.
"I see..." Fang Yuan's smile faded, and he ignored Yu Ren's bow. His wide sleeves fluttered slightly.
Whoosh!
The [Earth Sword] in Fang Yuan's hand suddenly disappeared. The onlookers couldn't even catch a glimpse of its trace. They only saw a white light flash like lightning and suddenly appear at Yu Ren's neck.
Puchi!
Yu Ren's body trembled violently, and his head, which had still worn a smile of flattery, shot into the air, "gurgling" as it rolled to the door of the hall.
"Joking has its limits..." Fang Yuan's voice echoed. He slightly furrowed his brows, feeling a hint of frustration.
Since coming to this real world, Fang Yuan had felt a strong sense of disparity, as though he had become a cripple.
It was all due to the aftereffects left by the [Eternal Freezing Abyss]. After all, in this reality, various talents and divine powers could not be wielded as freely as in the abyss.
Hmm... No matter what, he must get his hands on that artifact spirit.
But just as he was about to proceed, a sudden change occurred. Yu Ren's body, which had already lost its head, began to convulse violently, as though it were a balloon being inflated.
The tables and decorations in the hall were smashed to pieces as the neck of Yu Ren's decapitated corpse began to form a gigantic snake's head. Then, a second and third head followed...
The ultimate divine ability was unleashed, and the rapidly expanding power gave Yu Ren the illusion of a distant sky. He let out a strange scream:
"Did you really think that He Sang is just a soft persimmon for you to squeeze? Today, let me show you He Sang's Eight-Headed Technique!"
"The Eight-Headed Technique, eight heads and eight tails, countless divine abilities, I will let you..."
His voice suddenly stopped, for in his snake pupils, he saw a giant hand that seemed to block out the sky!
Boom!!!
The giant hand pressed down, and Yu Ren's newly grown snake heads exploded like bubbles. Even the entire hall was not spared. With this terrifying strike, it was reduced to dust!
He had never expected Fang Yuan to act so ruthlessly, not following any rules, attacking without even letting his divine form fully materialize.
Yu Ren didn't even have the chance to finish explaining his divine ability before being obliterated by Fang Yuan's slap!
[Slain the tyrant of the enemy nation, Good Deed Value +300000]
Slightly disappointing... Fang Yuan's expression remained unchanged as his gaze swept over the members of the various nations' delegations. At this moment, their figures were like streaks of light, frantically fleeing in all directions.
With the Emperor of He Sang killed and the palace destroyed, in this chaos, the members of the other nations' delegations saw a glimmer of hope for escape!
Escape! Escape as far as you can!
"Your Majesty, would you like us to chase them down?!" Mo Tianxing and Gao Shang, both with excited expressions, cupped their hands in a gesture of respect and asked Fang Yuan.
Your Majesty is indeed supreme! With just a single move, you have completely turned the situation around!
At this moment, the roles of hunter and prey had been completely reversed!
"No need, none of you should make a move!" Fang Yuan rejected their suggestion. He coldly snorted and suddenly spread his five fingers, his voice like thunder as he commanded:
"Did I permit you to leave?!"
Boom!!!
The booming voice filled the heavens and earth. As spiritual energy surged, the sky that had been blue just a moment ago suddenly darkened.
The air in the entire imperial city became thick, like a solid substance. Everyone felt as though they had instantly fallen from land into a ten-thousand-meter-deep sea, and the pressure on their bodies increased dramatically!
The figures that had been desperately fleeing in all directions just a moment ago suddenly slowed, and soon, they could hardly maintain flight. One by one, like kites with broken strings, they began to fall!
The embassies of the various nations were horrified, feeling as though their bodies had been filled with lead. They were unbearably heavy, heavier than they had ever been.
They could easily break the sound barrier in the past, but now they felt like ordinary mortals, struggling to crawl on the ground. Running even became a luxury.
"What kind of method is this? Why do I feel so heavy that I can hardly move?"
"Damn it, we can't even fly!"
"Forget flying, I feel like I am..."
Bang!
Before the words could finish, the emissaries from Qu Yue and the Reverse Scale Organization suddenly collapsed. Their bodies disintegrated into blood and flesh, merging tightly with the earth beneath them!