Paradise of Demonic Gods

Level 29 was segregated into many different tiers. There were people like the Fifth Prince and the Supreme Chief, who were Demigods at two, three, or four tiers of perfection.

There were also people who were merely at the pinnacle of level 29, like the Governor and the Regional Chief.

Then there were people like the Deputy Governor, Sword Saint Sasa, and Hoppes who was the head of the Sword Tower... These people were amongst the second tier of level 29.

There were also people like Hildebrand, students who were amongst the top three in the academy.

Additionally, there were people who were on the lowest level, students who had just become level 29 Conferred Knights. Bruce was one such example.

Being at level 29 brought about endless potential, but there could be vast differences in battle prowess between these groups of people. Fang Xingjian had already understood the principles behind this since a long time ago. The stronger ones amongst them, those at the level the First Prince was at previously, would be able to single-handedly change the circumstances of a country.

The weakest amongst them, like Hildebrand who was just one of the top three students in the academy, would merely enjoy a little reputation and fame in being called geniuses.

Although Bruce had become a level 29 expert, he was at the very bottom amongst those at level 29, so Fang Xingjian’s earlier display of strength was enough to crush him.

If it were in another situation, Fang Xingjian’s earlier performance would have placed him in high regard. However, as the person he struck was Bruce, people had already begun to mourn for Fang Xingjian.

While Bruce laid back on a reclined chair, listening to the endless words of concerns from the people around him, his countenance grew increasingly grim. It was as if he was forcibly suppressing his fury, yet he was also like a volcano before an eruption, able to bring about a world-shaking disaster at any moment.

To him, everyone was casting at him gazes filled with ridicule, and there were only jeers behind those words of concern.

"Go to the clan and call for Master Masa. Right now. Immediately," he said as he grabbed one of his subordinates. "Tell Masa that I want that man dead. I don’t care what his background is, and I don’t care whose subordinate he is, or who he has backing him up. Before the banquet tonight ends, he must die."

Bruce spoke in a soft voice, and the words he said were like a cold wind coming from the north pole. Kite, who was next to him, shivered uncontrollably, and he cast a pitiful gaze toward Fang Xingjian.

Simultaneously, he heaved a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Bruce had not transferred his fury onto Lilia.

Oliver, who was also at the side, now had his head covered in blood. He looked at Fang Xingjian with great hatred. "That’s right, he must die. No one has ever dared to do this to me. This man... I want to break all of his limbs and feed them to the dogs!"

At the same time, he also looked at Audrey with disdain. He could not understand why this woman was so foolish.

It was true that the Pop Clan was very amazing. However, compared to the Henry Clan, who had been staying in the Northern Ice Region for over a hundred years, the Pop Clan was nothing.

Having been in the Northern Ice Region for over a hundred years and even produced two generations of Governors, the Henry Clan now had countless followers in the Northern Ice Region’s government. Oliver felt terrified just from thinking of the influence that the Henry Clan held. Even the top person in the Northern Ice Region, the current Governor who was one of the First Prince’s subordinates, would place a high level of importance in placating the Henry Clan.

’Foolish woman. The Pop Clan is in serious trouble because of her.’ Oliver looked at Fang Xingjian as his eyes filled with scorching vengeance. "Lad, you have no idea what kind of monster you’re up against."

Simultaneously, he turned to look toward a corner of the banquet where the head of the Pop Clan, Andolf, was positioned.

Bruce also looked toward Andolf, as if questioning why he was not doing anything.

Most of the people turned their gazes toward Andolf. They seemed to want to see what the host of the banquet would do.

However, Andolf merely wore a composed expression, showing only a little dissatisfaction in his gaze as he looked at Fang Xingjian. However, after looking at Audrey, a hint of loving pity flashed in his eyes.

’Sigh, forget it. Just let Audrey act wilfully for once. As for the Henry Clan, they are amazing, but if our clan really does become affiliated with the Eight Directional Crimson Dragon, then the Henry Clan will be nothing.’ Andolf turned his gaze onto Fang Xingjian, smiling coldly in his heart, ’It’s just that this young man... I hope that Audrey won’t commit any mistakes.’

Andolf detested youngsters like Fang Xingjian. In his opinion, people like Fang Xingjian were filled with youthful vigor and tended to be ignorant of just how big the world was simply because they had made a little achievement in their cultivation. They would think that their talent was unrivalled and that the whole world spun around them. There were too many unnecessary contradictions in this world, and these contradictions were all caused by youngsters like Fang Xingjian.

Although Fang Xingjian had displayed powerful abilities in casually defeating Bruce and Oliver, it depended on who he was compared to. The power that Fang Xingjian had displayed earlier would only be amongst the top five in a Regional Academy. Although it was considered quite good, it was only that and nothing more.

Andolf thought, ’If it was one year ago, I might give you a chance to pursue Audrey. However, right now, what are you when compared with the Eight Directional Crimson Dragon?’

When everyone saw Andolf’s behavior, they were all secretly puzzled. Could it be that the brat was some kind of important character? To the extent that Andolf was having reservations?

"Andolf... Pop Clan... I will remember this. You guys are great." Vengeful feelings kept on surging in Bruce’s heart. "Hmph, wait till Masa comes. When he comes..."

As expected of a level 29 Conferred Knight, Bruce’s physical injuries had recovered by quite a lot. With a light shake, he shook off all the dust and dirt on him. However, the hatred in his heart grew even more intense.

However, he knew from the earlier attack that he was no match for Fang Xingjian. Moreover, the Pop Clan was not helping him. Therefore, he could only hold it in and wait till the expert from his clan arrived.

Audrey stood next to Fang Xingjian and placed her hand on her head like she had a bad headache. She kept on saying, "Why are you so impulsive? Do you know that he is the Henry Clan’s Eldest Young Master, Bruce? If you offend him, there won’t be any place for you in the entire Northern Ice Region. Do you know that?

"Even if you have great stealth abilities, you’ll still have to eat, sleep and rest, right? Once the Henry Clan makes their move, you won’t even be given a single chance to take a breather. Moreover, their clan has no lack of experts, and there are definitely existences who are stronger than you."

However, when she saw how nonchalant Fang Xingjian was being, her anger increased even more.

Just then, a series of gasps rang out from the banquet’s entrance. It seemed that some kind of important character had arrived again.

Bruce threw a sideward glance toward that direction and saw a strong bald man who was slovenly dressed. This person was the number one genius in the Northern Ice Region, Rehlings, who had once helped Fang Xingjian in testifying for the Rebirth Sword Technique.

Seeing this genius, Bruce’s eyes narrowed slightly. Although the influences of Rehlings’ family was a far cry for Bruce’s, Bruce was no match for him in terms of personal abilities.

Thankfully, although the two of them were not friends, they were not enemies either.

As the number one genius in the Northern Ice Region and an expert who was seen to have a chance to strive for the Divine level, Rehlings’ appearance attracted everyone’s gazes. It was as if Rehlings had been born to be the center of attention.

The only person who could be a match for Rehlings seemed to be the Henry Clan’s Eldest Young Master, Bruce. One of them was unrivalled in influence, while the other had astonishing strength. They were said to be the two most outstanding people among the Northern Ice Region’s younger generation.

The gazes of countless people darted to and fro continuously between the two of them, as if in anticipation that the two of them would meet up. Bruce was the only one who felt a little awkward. He did not wish to meet Rehlings in a moment like this. However, he adjusted his emotions a little and waited for Rehlings to come over. In the meantime, Bruce displayed the air of an aristocrat.

Just as Bruce thought that Rehlings would walk over in his direction, Rehlings looked puzzledly in Fang Xingjian’s direction. Then, laughing out loud, he headed toward Fang Xingjian.

Oliver frowned. "This guy knows Rehlings?"

"So that’s how it is. His backing is Rehlings? But to be with Rehlings, he shouldn’t be an ordinary person either. Why haven’t I seen him before?" Kite said as he was unable to understand the situation. "But even Rehlings is only of a similar standing with Bruce. He isn’t even Rehlings himself, so what’s the use?"

Madam Vicky, who was standing in the distant, spoke with disdain, "So, he sees Rehlings as his backing. But Rehlings is only slightly stronger than Bruce in terms of his individual abilities, and while it is true that he has amazing talent, how could his overall abilities be compared with the Henry Clan’s power that has been accumulated over a hundred years? In terms of actual abilities, Rehlings is still a far cry to go against the Henry Clan.

"Moreover, this guy isn’t even Rehlings himself."

As everyone looked at Fang Xingjian, their gazes seemed to have changed slightly. However, even if Rehlings himself had been the one who struck Bruce, he would not be able to take on the aftermath by himself. Moreover, the one who had struck was not even Rehlings himself.

Rehlings, on the other hand, looked at Fang Xingjian with some curiosity. He sent out a powerful martial will gushing toward Fang Xingjian that was filled with waves of the prestige of thunderbolts.

Thunderbolts came down from the heavens and held endless prowess. Moreover, they were able to change the environment and bring about vigor. They had always been seen as a symbol of the gods, the link between life and death.

Right now, Rehlings’ martial will had with it the prestige of thunderbolts, making one feel as if they were facing a great might that had descended from the heavens.

However, Fang Xingjian did not move at all and just took on the martial will as it came, just using the deathly sword intent in his heart to casually collide with Rehlings’ martial will.