Once Fang Qing advanced to the Great Sage realm, it was time to clear out certain people.
The Crown Prince and his followers, that malignant tumor that had once stuck in Fang Qing's throat, were now nothing more than a minor skin disease in his eyes, something he could eliminate with a flick of his hand.
He waited no longer, nor did he need any grand display. With one step, he ignored the distance of space and appeared directly in the depths of Heavenly Position Academy, within an independent void shrouded by layer upon layer of formations.
This was the Crown Prince's secret place of long-term secluded cultivation.
At the center of the void, the Crown Prince sat cross-legged atop a magnificent altar forged from Astral Fine Gold and Void Crystal Stone.
He seemed to have sensed something as well. The instant Fang Qing appeared, he abruptly opened his eyes.
When he saw Fang Qing's calm figure, which seemed to contain the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, and felt the vast Great Sage pressure emanating from him—boundless as the Starry Sky and profound as the abyss—the last trace of luck in the Crown Prince's heart completely shattered. In its place came the crazed backlash of a man driven into a corner.
"Fang—Qing—!!!"
A howl like that of a wounded beast burst from the Crown Prince's throat. "You forced me! You forced me! I am the one favored by destiny! I am the one destined to rule everything! What gives you the right?! What gives you the right?!"
Amid his roar, the aura that had been stuck at the peak of the Nine Transformations of Legend and unable to break through suddenly began to surge wildly, like a powder keg being ignited.
A saintly pressure belonging to the Great Sage