When Fang Mo pressed his hand on the handle of God Slaying Saber, the hundreds of gray and black armors behind Wei Changqing moved forward at the same time, as neatly as hundreds of extensions of the same body. The sharp edges of the weapons glowed coldly in the darkness of the deep sea.
Fang Mo did not draw the knife.
His hand just rested on the handle of the knife, and the Prison Suppressor Patterns in his palm seeped into the blade from the gap in the handle. The dragon pattern of God Slaying Saber began to pulse, emitting a very low buzz. The frequency of the buzz was completely synchronized with the heartbeat of Fang Mo, and also with the frequency of the laws left by Fang Dashan in the plain foundation beneath his feet.
Wei Changqing's knife trembled violently at this moment, so much that he could hardly hold it.
"Poor man, tell the truth." Nian Nu'er stood two steps behind Fang Mo, his blue pupils swept across the gray and black armor square, with a hint of playful laziness in his voice, "The soldiers left behind by Uncle Fang are indeed well-trained and their coordination is impeccable, but if the Lord really wants to take action, they will not last three breaths."
Wei Changqing's gray eyes turned to Nian Nu'er.
"Succubus... demon..."
"The poor family now belongs to Heavenly Prison." Nian Nu'er replied with the words Fang Mo taught her, flicking the non-existent dust on the hem of her skirt with her fingers, "General Wei, the poor family appreciates your loyalty, but you should be able to distinguish clearly, who is the real master between Fang Dashan's fragment law and Prison Suppressor's true body."
Wei Changqing's body trembled again.
Fang Mo took a step forward.
It was just one step, but when the step fell, the Prison Suppressor Patterns under his feet and the laws in the foundation of the plain completed a deeper connection. The entire submarine plain emitted a low resonance at this moment, like a sleeping giant being awakened by its owner.
Hundreds of bodies in gray and black armor froze at the same time.
On the Fang Family Crest on their chests, the mark of the law that originally belonged to Fang Dashan began to fade, and was replaced by a more intense layer of dark golden light rising from the depths of the foundation, climbing along their legs, covering the knees, waist and abdomen, and breastplate.
Fang Mo is rewriting their ownership.
Not with force, not with Divine Ability, but with Divine Rank.
The body of Prison Suppressor Magic Treasure, Divine Rank, naturally has the right to overwrite the legal imprint left by the fragments of Magic Treasure.
It's like a key with several backups, but when the original key appears, all backup keys will automatically become invalid.
Wei Changqing's body began to tremble, not because of fear, but because the laws of survival in his body were being forcibly replaced. The old anchor points were loosening and new anchor points were being established. This process caused his consciousness to switch repeatedly between a brief period of wakefulness and a long Chaos.
"You... can't..." His mouth was opening and closing, but his voice was getting weaker and weaker.
Fang Mo took another step forward.
After this step, there was only an arm's length between him and Wei Changqing. God Slaying Saber's dragon pattern buzzed even more intensely, creating a resonance with the knife in Wei Changqing's hand that almost shattered both knives.
"The general said that no one would be allowed to pass." Fang Mo's voice was not loud, but it carried very far in this deep sea space and could be heard by hundreds of gray and black armors. "But the general also said that when I finish collecting Heavenly Prison's debt, the things that should be collected will come to me on their own."
"The things here." He raised his hand and pointed his index finger in the direction of the black boulder door behind Wei Changqing, "They should come to me."
In Wei Changqing's gray-white eyes, the light was more than ten times brighter than before.
He was trying his best to remember.
Recall every word, every explanation, every detail that Fang Dashan said when he stood in front of him eighteen years ago.
"The general... also said something..." Wei Changqing's voice suddenly became clearer. It was no longer the hoarse sound coming from deep in the throat, but was close to the tone of normal human speech. "He said... if the person who comes... has a brighter body than him..."
"That is... the real master..."
Fang Mo stopped.
"The general said... the rightful owner is here... I don't have to stop him..."
"But it must... be confirmed..."
Wei Changqing clenched the knife in his hand, staring at Fang Mo with his gray-white eyes, and his lips turned a strange bluish-white color due to the exertion.
"There is only one way to confirm..."
He raised the knife.
"Take... my knife..."
Nian Nu'er's body tensed up the moment Wei Changqing raised the knife, Nine Nether Black Water condensed into the shape of a long whip in her palm, but Fang Mo raised her left hand and made the familiar gesture.
Don't move.
Fang Mo looked at the knife raised by Wei Changqing, and looked at the ancient patterns flowing on the long knife that was almost the same shape as God Slaying Saber, and the corner of his mouth moved.
"Fang Dashan's lieutenant uses the sword skills taught by Fang Dashan to confirm whether Fang Dashan's son is the real master."
"It's interesting."
He let go of God Slaying Saber's knife handle, hung his hands on both sides of his body, and stood facing Wei Changqing. At this moment, all the Prison Suppressor Patterns around him was restrained, tucked under his skin, and there was no longer any law to be exposed.
"Come."
Wei Changqing's body completely changed the moment he received permission. All stiffness and slowness disappeared, replaced by a smoothness and sharpness that had been honed through countless actual battles.
He raised his knife to the highest point, and the last light in his gray-white eyes condensed into one word.
chop.
When the knife fell, Fang Mo saw something.
He saw his father's shadow.
It's not an illusion, it's not a memory, but the traces of Fang Dashan remain in Wei Changqing's sword skills. Every inch of the blade trace carries the aura of the man he has never seen but is connected by blood.
Heaven Slash.
He used the same knife before White Tiger Hall, he used it before Ten Thousand Buddha Golden Body, and he used it in countless life and death fights.
But the knife struck by Wei Changqing was different from his.
It's not a question of being stronger or weaker, it's that there is something in Sword Intent that he doesn't have.
That kind of thing is called entrustment.
The blade stopped when it was still three inches away from Fang Mo's forehead.
Wei Changqing didn't stop on his own, it was Fang Mo who stretched out his right hand and clamped the blade between his index and middle fingers.
Two fingers clamped the knife of a veteran who had fought with Fang Dashan for many years with all his strength.
There was no blood between the fingers, only dark golden light seeping into the blade from Fang Mo's fingertips, spreading along the lines of the blade to Wei Changqing's hand, then his arms, his shoulders, and his whole body.
Wei Changqing's gray-white eyes changed when the dark golden light covered his face.
The gray-white color receded, and a cloudy but real brown pupil appeared.
He saw Fang Mo's face clearly.
Really see clearly.
"Young... Young Master..."
His knees bent.
He was not suppressed by the law, but knelt down on his own.
The long knife fell from his hand and was inserted into the rock on the seabed, three inches into the stone.
Wei Changqing knelt in front of Fang Mo. On his old and blurred face, a drop of turbid liquid slipped from his eyes that had just recovered their color.
Behind him, hundreds of gray and black armors were like domino Bone Card. From front to back, row after row, they knelt down on one knee. Their weapons all touched the ground. The sound of metal colliding with rocks merged into a muffled thunder in the deep sea space.
Nian Nu'er stood behind Fang Mo, watching this scene, hundreds of kneeling figures reflected in his blue pupils, and his lips moved silently.
Fang Mo looked down at Wei Changqing who was kneeling in front of him, and withdrew his right hand from the opponent's sword. The Prison Suppressor Patterns in his palm still had the same temperature as the previous contact.
"Key."
Wei Changqing raised his head, something quickly clearing up in his cloudy eyes. He stretched out his hands and took out something from the inside of his dark red armor's chest.
That's a Copper Fragments.
Prison Suppressor Copper Fragment is exactly the same as the two pieces in Fang Mo's arms.
"The general... left it to the young master..." Wei Changqing's voice has returned to a normal human tone. Although it is hoarse, it is clear, "The third... fragment..."
Fang Mo took the piece Copper Fragments.
The three pieces of Copper Fragments fit together instantly in his palm, and the gap was half smaller than when there were two pieces. The dark Golden Patterns lit up at the same time on the surface of the three pieces of Copper Fragments, forming an incomplete but recognizable pattern.
That pattern is the outline of a prison.
Fang Mo put the three pieces of Copper Fragments in his arms and looked again at the black boulder door behind Wei Changqing.
"What's behind the door."
Wei Changqing didn't answer immediately. He stood up from the ground, turned around, and faced the stone door. His back looked particularly desolate in the darkness of the deep sea.
"Guixu's heart."
There was a kind of exhaustion in his voice for the first time in eighteen years.
"The general said... there are two things in there..."
"The same is the core fragment of Prison Suppressor..."
"Another thing..."
He turned his head and looked at Fang Mo with his eyes that had just recovered color.
"It's the general himself."