The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Hao now saw that the four quasi-emperor realm masters under his command were losing ground against Mu Chunhua, and now he heard the questioning of the Lord of the Undead. He was already very angry, and now he became even more angry.

"What's wrong with me? It's the heir you chose who is now slaughtering us!"

Fang Hao looked particularly angry at what was happening now.

He had never expected that Fang Qingyang, who had not been seen for only a month, would return in such a powerful posture.

The strength of the cultivator under the other party's command was probably beyond the control of the great emperor realm masters.

Facing such an existence, he didn't know what to say at all.

As far as what was happening now was concerned, the power displayed by the master was completely beyond his imagination. If they continued to fight with the other party, they would probably die here completely.

However, the surrounding space had been blocked. No matter how they struggled, they would always find it difficult to break free when facing this blockade.

Realizing the situation he was facing now, Fang Hao regretted it.

If I had known that Fang Qingyang would grow to this point, I should have ignored the old relationship between the Lord of the Undead and them and killed them all directly in the Dark Forest.

Now, without the arrival of the Great Emperor Realm strongman in this dark wilderness, they are doomed to die when facing Mu Chunhua!

The Lord of the Undead didn't know what Fang Hao was thinking.

When she heard Fang Hao's words, she couldn't help but show disappointment in her eyes.

She said to Fang Hao: "Fang Hao, you were also a brave general under the command of the Lord. When we fought against those enemies together, you were also on the front line."

"What's wrong with you now?"

"Are you going to betray the Lord?"

When Fang Hao heard what the Lord of the Undead said, he suddenly laughed.

"Betraying the Lord?"

Fang Hao looked at the Lord of the Undead and said, "The Lord has been dead for who knows how many years. You are now saying that I am betraying the Lord. How can this be called betrayal?"

He shook his head slightly and said, "The days we lived before were not our own days at all."

"At that time, we followed the Lord, obeyed the Lord's orders, and fought against the invincible enemy."

"The final result was that we were completely defeated and died."

He looked at the Lord of the Undead, his face full of unwillingness.

"The days before were not yours and mine."

"Now I just want to dominate my own future. I don't want to be anyone's vassal anymore, and I don't want to fight those invincible powerful beings anymore."

Hearing Fang Hao's words, the Lord of the Undead was stunned and said, "Your Majesty is not dead. Even if Your Majesty is dead, he still has descendants alive."

"Our spirit is immortal. It's not that we have to fight that powerful enemy. If we don't stop them, then what awaits us must be destruction!"

The Lord of the Undead sighed and said, "Fang Hao, what made you change your original intention?"

She felt that the revived Fang Hao was completely different from before.

The current Fang Hao had lost his enterprising spirit. He cherished his life and was no longer willing to fight for justice.

She didn't know how to say Fang Hao. As Fang Hao existed, since he had changed his original intention, no matter what she said, it would be impossible for him to return to his original trajectory.

When Fang Hao heard what the Lord of the Undead said, a hint of teasing appeared on his face, and he said, "My original intention has never changed."

"When I embarked on the path of cultivation, it was also to dominate my own life."

"But what happened later, how can I talk about dominating my own life?"

He was unwilling to say more on this issue. He said to the Lord of the Undead: "On the contrary, you are holding on to old ideas and cannot let go, which leads to your own bondage."

"Now that the Lord is dead, you have revived and have no shackles, but you put shackles on yourself."

"That's fine, but you turn around and blame me. Do you have the right to blame me?"

Fang Hao was very angry. He wanted to kill all the old people in front of him with old ideas.

Now he seemed to have seen his own end, that is, death in the hands of Fang Qingyang.

Fang Qingyang was different from the Lord of the Undead. He had never fought with them. Even if he became the successor of the Lord, the other party seemed unwilling to take responsibility.

Under such circumstances, I took the initiative to attack him, and now I fell into his hands, so the possibility of being killed by him became very high.

When the Lord of the Undead heard Fang Hao's words, she said: "Since you want to live your own life, we will definitely not disturb you."

"We have entered the Dark Forest before, and you have already expressed your attitude at that time."

"We didn't disturb you either, but let you stay in the Dark Forest."

"But you have walked out of the Dark Forest now, that's fine, the key is that you are still attacking him!"

After saying this, the necromancy staff in the Lord of the Undead's hand suddenly emerged with a wave of energy, causing the surrounding space to distort.

She decided to attack Fang Hao, but the soul-suppressing monument next to her had already taken action.

The soul-suppressing monument suddenly appeared in front of Fang Hao, suppressing Fang Hao with the momentum of a mountain.

At this moment, a strong sense of crisis filled Fang Hao's heart. He looked at the soul-suppressing stele that attacked him and said angrily: "It's not that easy to kill me!"

The power surged around him, and his spiritual energy was like a boiling river. He went up with a monstrous fierceness and wanted to smash the soul-suppressing stele.

However, the power of the soul-suppressing stele spirit was far beyond the limit that Fang Hao could resist. Fang Hao let his power be exerted, and he never had the power to resist when facing the soul-suppressing stele.

Bang!

The soul-suppressing stele fell straight on Fang Hao's body, crushing all his means of counterattack.

At the critical moment, the soul-suppressing stele did not kill Fang Hao, but imprisoned him.

At this moment, Fang Hao completely smelled the threat of death.

He felt that he had no power to resist when facing the soul-suppressing stele!

How could the power of the soul-suppressing stele be so strong?

There are also the Lord of the Undead, the Treasure Hunting Plate, etc. They survived by relying on these quasi-emperor soldiers, but now, the power they showed is so strong?

He looked at what was happening in front of him in disbelief, and was completely dumbfounded.

Now, only the Soul-Suppressing Monument attacked him, and he was suppressed directly. If the Lord of the Undead also attacked, how could he resist?