“Fang Xiu, God has clearly yielded. Should we postpone the plan to attack the West? Perhaps I could go and communicate with them first to see their sincerity. If they do not agree to submit, then we can decide to send troops,” the minister suggested.
This was the general consensus; after all, the best outcome would be to subdue the enemy without fighting.
Only Fang Moli and Li Xiaoru seemed somewhat sullen.
Li Xiaoru simply wanted to drink water in front of the White House.
Fang Moli was equally naive; he simply wanted to show off.
When Fang Xiu was around, he didn't have a chance. After Fang Xiu left, he not only failed to put on a show, but was also beaten to a pulp.
Now that Fang Xiu is back, he already had few opportunities. He didn't even get to have the martial arts competition, and now he's lost even the chance to conquer the West and defeat God with his sword.
Fang Xiu did not answer, but instead looked at the antiques and frowned slightly.
There was only one reason he frowned: these antiques were not surrounded by an eerie atmosphere.
One or two pieces are fine, after all, not all antiques are like the Imperial Seal of the State, which has been entrusted with countless people's beliefs throughout the long history.
However, among the ten boxes of antiques, not a single one was coveted by the strange, which is clearly suspicious.
The supernatural beings crave to devour human souls. The reason they linger around antiques is because antiques contain a vast amount of spiritual power, which is also the key to an antique transforming into a spiritual artifact.
"Are you sure these antiques are all genuine?" Fang Xiu suddenly asked.
The staff member quickly replied, "Captain, all these antiques have been tested by the top experts in the country, and they are absolutely genuine."
The minister seemed to have noticed something and couldn't help but ask, "Fang Xiu, is there something wrong with these antiques?"
Fang Xiu nodded: "The mental energy inside has been completely drained."
The minister looked puzzled, somewhat confused: "What do you mean by 'having your mental power drained'?"
"In other words, these antiques can never become magical artifacts."
"What!?"
Everyone was shocked. They couldn't see the spiritual power within the antique. In fact, Fang Xiu couldn't see it either. The spiritual power was intangible and formless; it was difficult to even perceive, let alone see it.
Fang Xiu also judged which antique could be transformed into a spiritual artifact by observing those strange phenomena that were temporarily in an illusory state.
Yang Ming instantly flew into a rage: "Brother Xiu, are you saying that God tampered with these antiques? He drained their spiritual power, leaving us only empty shells!?"
“Not bad,” Fang Xiu said calmly, his gaze deep and still, as if no one could see what he was thinking.
The minister's face immediately darkened: "In other words, even if we had agreed to the duel, even if we had won, we would have only gotten these empty shells in the end! God really has a good plan. He never intended to actually return the antiques of Xia Kingdom."
"Brother Xiu, it's a good thing you noticed, otherwise we would have been made a fool of. Carrying these antiques to the spatial node every day, and we still wouldn't be able to cultivate any spiritual energy in ten or twenty years. It would be a laughing stock!"
"Damn it! I told you God is no good. He seems to back down, but he doesn't actually pay any real price. Hugh, I can't stand it anymore. Today I must flatten the West!"
"Hugh, give the order!"
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu's expression was calm, and his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever. But if you looked closely, you would find that there seemed to be some kind of undercurrent surging in his dark eyes.
He slowly scanned the crowd, taking in the anger on their faces.
Suddenly, he spoke.
The voice was calm and indifferent, as if it contained no human emotion whatsoever.
"It seems... God played a joke on us."
“But I never like jokes, so… God must die.”
Fang Xiu's words ignited a sense of urgency in everyone, and each face betrayed a hint of murderous intent.
Nobody likes to be fooled, and God's deception successfully provoked public outrage.
God's methods are very clever; He can even extract the ethereal spiritual power from antiques, and the antiques that have been extracted show no flaws on their exteriors.
It could be said that if Fang Xiu hadn't been able to see the illusory and eerie things and make his own judgment, everyone would have been deceived by God this time.
Faced with this behavior, Fang Xiu had only one option: to make him regret ever being born.
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The west.
God lived in a magnificent palace. He not only called himself God, but even the palace he lived in was built according to the design of the Garden of Eden in the Bible. It was pure white and spotless. The walls and floor tiles were all made of a material similar to white jade.
The walls are carved with various holy angels, their huge white wings lifelike. In the square in front of the palace, a white cross tens of meters high stands tall.
At that moment, countless believers in the Garden of Eden were praying fervently, asking God for blessings.
Meanwhile, God was very busy, washing away the sins of more than a dozen female believers with holy water. Their dark skin appeared even darker against the backdrop of Eden and the believers' whiteness.
Sudden!
A white light suddenly shone in the Garden of Eden.
The brainwashed believers, seeing this scene, thought it was a divine intervention and immediately kowtowed to the white light.
The next second, the white light slowly dissipated, and a group of black-clad, black-haired, and black-eyed Easterners appeared in the scene.
The believers were startled.
"pagan!"
"Who let you in? You will defile Eden! Get out... Ah!"
Before the believers could finish speaking, they were engulfed by a black flame and turned to ashes in a matter of moments.
"Devils! They are devils!"
"God! Please save your devout believers!"
None of these believers fled; instead, they knelt on the ground, clutching their crosses and praying frantically.
Their eyes were filled with both madness and piety.
"Hugh, these people seem to have gone mad. Could God's power be brainwashing?"
"It's not important," Fang Xiu replied calmly, then pointed a finger at the huge cross standing in the center of the field and gently touched it.
boom!
The cross snapped and collapsed with a crash, smashing the white jade-like ground.
"Who is it!" A furious roar suddenly erupted from the depths of Eden.
"Who dares to cause trouble in the Garden of Eden!"
The next second, a Black God appeared out of thin air.
When he saw Fang Xiu and the others clearly, his expression changed drastically.
"Fang Xiu! It's you! What are you doing here? The antiques have been returned to you, and we can discuss peace talks. What else do you want?"
"What are you here for?" Yang Ming instantly flew into a rage at the mention of this: "I'm here to fucking kill you, you stupid idiot!"
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