Everyone's faces were grim, but Fang Moli's eyes lit up.
He could already imagine himself dressed in white, standing proudly amidst the snow, riding a flying sword, traversing between countries, attracting the attention of thousands, and exerting global deterrence.
"Furthermore, you don't need to worry about Fang Moli not being able to find you. After all, my nickname is the Prophet, so it's easy for me to predict your whereabouts."
The crowd's expressions grew increasingly grim; now they couldn't even hide.
The name of the prophet Fang Xiu has long been known throughout the world and is familiar to investigation bureaus in various countries.
They can even find the method to break through to the fifth rank from the future, let alone find the hiding place of us.
No one doubted Fang Xiu's words; this was the benefit of the persona he had cultivated over the years.
When everyone believes you can predict the future, then you really can.
After all, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
"Fang Xiu, aren't you afraid of starting a war by doing this? If you push us too far, we'll just use nuclear weapons to destroy each other!"
Even if you can't kill Fang Moli, you won't live either!
"Oh?" Fang Xiu glanced at him indifferently: "You don't need to worry about that. I won't give you the opportunity to use nuclear weapons."
I will foresee the danger before you use nuclear weapons and then nip it in the bud.
Gentlemen, you should really change your perspective. You're all used to being dogs anyway; now you've just changed masters. After all, what difference does it make who you serve as a dog for?
"What!?"
"presumptuous!"
"Fang Xiu, don't be so arrogant!"
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