Chapter 1396: Not convinced? Then just bear with it.
"That's natural." Buddha nodded slightly and looked at Wang Mingyuan outside.
The Ten Perfect Swordsman descended upon Earth and fell. Such a big event had already spread to the high-level officials in the other dimension. Although not many people knew the specific situation, most of the high-level officials knew that the Ten Perfect Swordsman was plotted against by Jiang Yan.
Buddha did not find it strange that the people of the Sword Immortal lineage came to settle accounts with Wang Mingyuan. However, Wang Mingyuan was now the leader of the Eight Tribes, and it was acceptable for him to reflect on himself for nine years. However, if Wang Mingyuan was really killed, not only would the reputation of the Eight Tribes be ruined, but the upper clan that the Eight Tribes depended on would also lose its good reputation.
This matter was done by Wang Mingyuan's disciples. The best outcome would be for Wang Mingyuan to come forward and give an explanation to the Sword Immortal lineage.
When Wang Mingyuan saw the Buddha looking at him, he naturally understood what the Buddha meant.
"What is your name?" Wang Mingyuan's expression was as calm as ever, as if what the immortal man had just said had nothing to do with him.
"Mad Sword." The immortal man finally answered, speaking lightly.
As soon as these two words came out, the expressions of the eight tribes all changed drastically.
The name of Mad Sword is probably known to few people in the other dimension. It is because his notoriety is too great that he is known as the first disaster before the end of the world.
And this name is not in vain. Mad Sword once had a record of killing the end of the world with the body of natural disaster, which shocked the entire dimension. Everyone knows it.
Although Wang Mingyuan also has the strength of a natural disaster level and can be regarded as a decent combat power, he is still far behind the powerful natural disaster like Kuang Jian.
Even the vast majority of the Eight Clans believed that the King of the Eight Clans and Mad Sword were not on the same level at all. No one would regard Mad Sword as a disaster-level being, and many people even directly regarded him as a doomsday-level powerhouse.
Before, because of the strength of the Mad Sword, the eight tribes were very angry in their hearts, but when they heard the name of the Mad Sword, it was like a basin of ice water was poured over their heads, and they felt cold all over. For some reason, the previous anger in their hearts disappeared.
After Wang Mingyuan knew the name of Kuang Jian, he did not show any surprise. He just nodded slightly, and then raised his leg and walked towards Kuang Jian.
"Did I tell you you can move?" The sword intent outside Kuang Jian's body surged, trying to break through the air and slash towards Wang Mingyuan.
As Wang Mingyuan walked, he said, "That immortal sword that was left on Earth during the mythological era, I'm sure the nobles are still determined to obtain it, right?"
"Do you know where that sword is?" Kuang Jian paused with his sword intent, staring at Wang Mingyuan and asked.
"I don't know." Wang Mingyuan shook his head frankly.
"If what you say next cannot satisfy me, then it will not be resolved by nine years of self-reflection." Kuang Jian said coldly.
Wang Mingyuan seemed not to hear what he said. He walked towards Kuang Jian and said, "If we want to get the immortal sword back, we need to rely on the power of the humans on Earth. I think you have no objection to this, right?"
"Go on." Kuang Jian said with a frown.
If they could come directly to Earth to retrieve the magic sword, the immortals would not have to go through so much trouble and secretly cultivate Jiang Yan and the Guardian Alliance. They would have gone to look for it themselves long ago.
Wang Mingyuan continued, "Then let me analyze it for you. The forces on Earth are currently divided into five major factions. The first faction consists of the Holy Temple and the six major human families. I don't think this faction will be used by the immortals. You know the reason better than I do."
Wang Mingyuan had already entered the main hall, but he showed no intention of stopping. He continued walking towards Kuang Jian, who was sitting in the main seat. As he walked, he said, "The second group is the Guardian Alliance. Currently, Jiang Yan is the leader. As far as I know, his guardian has been promoted to the natural disaster level, and the immortals are no longer able to control him."
"Go on." Kuang Jian looked at Wang Mingyuan, murderous intent brewing in his eyes.
"The third branch is the Holy Spirit Association. The president is Ya, and he is also my disciple." Wang Mingyuan said.
Kuang Jian was slightly stunned. He didn't know that Ya was also Wang Mingyuan's disciple. He was not responsible for the affairs on Earth. If his disciple Shiquan Jianxian had not died, Kuang Jian would not have cared about this matter.
"The fourth system is the federal government. Compared with the first three systems, the current federal government is a little weaker. However, due to the emergence of the mythical liquid, this system has the greatest potential. As long as there is enough time, more and more powerful people will be born in this system in the future, and it will definitely become the mainstream in the future." While Wang Mingyuan was speaking, he had already arrived in front of the treasure platform, and he still had no intention of stopping.
"Hui Haifeng is your disciple. This is no secret. You don't have to show off." Kuang Jian said.
Wang Mingyuan smiled slightly: "The fifth family consists of those local tyrants, among whom the An family in Luoyang is the most powerful. Their strength is enough to compete with the six major families."
"It's true that you were born in Luoyang, but your Wang family is not worth mentioning in Luoyang. You don't mean to say that An Tianzuo is also your disciple?" Kuang Jian said coldly.
"No, but Zhou Wen, the third most important person in Luoyang now, who also has some relationship with the An family, is also my disciple. You should be very clear about this." Wang Mingyuan had already stood in front of Kuang Jian, within his reach.
"So what?" Kuang Jian looked at Wang Mingyuan contemptuously and said.
Wang Mingyuan's disciples may indeed be powerful figures on Earth, but in Kuang Jian's eyes, they are nothing.
If they were not born on the earth and protected by the earth, killing them would be a piece of cake.
"It's no big deal. But apart from these five forces, may I ask, sir, who else can find the magic sword for the immortals?" Wang Mingyuan asked Kuang Jian.
Kuang Jian was slightly startled, and then his expression gradually changed.
These people are really nothing in the other dimension, and Kuang Jian doesn't even bother to look at them.
But on Earth, the energy these people possess is unimaginable.
The structure of the earth is basically stable now, so there is no need to think about the Temple. Originally, the Temple was the enemy of the Immortals. If the Temple had not controlled the earth in the past, the Immortals would not be so passive.
However, that magic sword has extraordinary significance for the entire fairy clan, and it must be taken back no matter what. The fairy clan has accumulated it for so long, paid such a huge price, and sent so many guardians to the earth, all for that magic sword.
In this era, the earth has undergone large-scale changes, and the ruling pattern of the six major families has been defeated. The immortals have finally had their chance.
Originally, he thought he could control the Guardian Alliance and use it for his own benefit, but who knew that he would be tricked by Jiang Yan. It was all because the Ten Perfect Swordsman was too stupid. He could let such a good situation end up like this.
Without the Guardian Alliance, the immortals can only support another human force. However, judging from the current distribution of forces, it is unlikely that a new force will emerge. Moreover, the Tower of Babel is still in the hands of the Guardian Alliance. Without the assistance of the Tower of Babel, the immortals can not send many resources to the earth. It is not that there are insufficient resources, but that there is no stable channel.
Kuang Jian thought about it carefully and found that the immortal clan had reached the point where there was no one available, and the people who could be used were all Wang Mingyuan's disciples.
Even if the immortals were not afraid of wasting time and energy and wanted to support a new force, it would be impossible for it to grow with Wang Mingyuan's disciples and the temple around.
Wang Mingyuan has hinted very clearly that with his disciples around, it would be a pipe dream for the immortals to take the immortal sword back from Earth.
"Pa!" Wang Mingyuan slapped Kuang Jian directly on the face, knocking his face to the side.
Everyone was shocked, their eyes wide open. Kuang Jian's eyes widened as well, and he suddenly turned around and stared at Wang Mingyuan, like a wild beast choosing its prey. His sword intent was raging wildly, as if it wanted to tear the world apart, but he never attacked Wang Mingyuan.
"Don't you agree?" Wang Mingyuan said, and slapped Kuang Jian in the face with his backhand. With a snap, his face twisted to the other side.
"Then just bear with it." Looking at the furious Kuang Jian, Wang Mingyuan said lightly.
(End of this chapter)
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