**Anthony's pupils dilated, and the arrow of Cupid turned to powder the instant it made contact with the Earth Sword. With a loud clash of metal and iron, his entire body was sucked into the gravitational vortex, leaving not even a shred behind!**
[Slain the Grandmaster of an enemy country, Goodness Points +190,000]
After swiftly killing Anthony, Fang Yuan's gaze shifted to the distant Sheela, who was lost in her own world.
One sharp spike after another, Sheela was ruthlessly driving them into her own body, her voice shrill and mad:
"Die, die, die already!"
However, her self-inflicted injuries had no other effect except adding a series of ghastly scars to her skin.
The once-effective *Holy Stigma* had lost its power, and Fang Yuan paid it no mind at all.
To an outsider, it would seem as though this woman was some kind of lunatic.
Finally, Sheela stopped her self-mutilation, not because she wanted to, but because there was no longer any place left on her body to drive the spikes.
Now, her entire body was covered in crisscrossing scars, with no pristine skin left—an image that would induce intense discomfort for those with a fear of clusters of irregular patterns.
A once-beautiful woman had now turned into a twisted monster.
"This farce should end." Fang Yuan snapped his fingers, and the Earth Sword once again let out a dragon's roar as it slashed toward Sheela.
Her final scream was stuck in her throat as she was reduced to a bloody mist, vanishing into the void.
[Slain the Grandmaster of an enemy country, Goodness Points +170,000]
The moment Sheela used that strange divine ability, Fang Yuan had already figured out its secret.
After all, he also mastered a similar ability.
So, for Sheela's self-harm, he completely ignored it. With 200,000 health points on display, if she could take down even 50,000, it would be a success.
Unfortunately, that was too high of a requirement for Sheela. Despite putting up her best effort, she could only take down 30,000.
In the blink of an eye, there were hardly any enemies left in the Imperial City who could still breathe.
"How is it... how is he so strong..."
Xiya stood in awe, staring at the distant figure in white, unable to believe that all the puppets she summoned, even the two saints from the Federation, couldn't last a single round against him.
It seemed that their end was near...
Suddenly, she realized something and turned to the side to glare at Zhuoyang Hou, shouting angrily: "Zhuoyang Hou, why aren't you doing anything? Do you still naively think you can survive?!"
She couldn't understand why this Zhuoyang Hou remained so calm.
This man had betrayed the Yan Kingdom and joined their Icefield; the time for reckoning had arrived, yet he didn't show any sign of resistance!
Wait a minute, he was even smiling!
Indeed, at that moment, Zhuoyang Hou was indeed smiling. Facing Xiya's question, he was utterly dismissive, thinking, *How could a barbarian understand the bond between me and His Majesty?*
He was eager to step in front of Xiya and shout, "Sorry, I'm an undercover agent!"
But considering His Majesty likely didn't want his undercover identity exposed just yet, he restrained himself, only letting out a disdainful laugh.
Xiya, bewildered by Zhuoyang Hou's attitude, had no time to investigate further, for Fang Yuan had already appeared before her.
"Your Majesty..." Xiya swallowed nervously, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Mm." Fang Yuan responded lightly, slashing his sword!
[Slain the Grandmaster of an enemy country, Goodness Points +150,000]
Fang Yuan would certainly not let this malicious woman, who had turned Chongwu Hou into a puppet, live.
Next, Fang Yuan approached the trembling Sanna from Mist Court, who was curled up in a corner, clutching her head in fear.
The moment she saw Belo's figure emerge, she had already given up on resistance.
"You're good at divination, right? Then tell me, will you die or not?" Fang Yuan asked with a teasing tone.
"I don't divinate!" Sanna shook her head frantically. "If I say yes, you'll just kill me and say the divination was spot on!"
"If I say no, you'll still kill me and say my divination was wrong!"
"No matter what I say, I'm still going to die!"
Fang Yuan was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh. "Nice, you've learned to answer quickly. I acknowledge your identity as a diviner, you've predicted everything I might do."
"However... you know too much!"
With a soft *whoosh*, a slash of the sword, and yet another soul departed.
...
With Sanna's death, the foreign powers were finally wiped out.
However, not all foreign envoy members fell under Fang Yuan's blade. After this battle, there were still some envoys who survived.
Fang Yuan was always clear about his enemies and allies; for those who had not harmed the Xia Kingdom, he naturally didn't take action.
Among these were Hilwei and Lily from Dragon Anvil.
"My god, terrifying, too terrifying..." Lily's fox ears were almost pressed against her head in fear. "Hilwei, you were right to foresee this."
"If we had made friends with the Icefield, we might have ended up dead by now..."
"Don't flatter yourself..." Hilwei said, her furry tail twisted nervously. "Did you see any bodies left by His Majesty's kills?"
Though she did admire her decision to spare herself and Lily's lives, she could only sigh. She had truly picked a formidable man.
"The end of this is near..."
Fang Yuan murmured softly. The overwhelming pressure that had covered the Imperial City was now gone.
He pinched his brow and turned to walk toward the others.
This Icefield journey had been a fruitful one. He was no longer lacking in Goodness Points and was just waiting for enough Daoti Law to rise to Martial Sage, which was now a certainty.
However, just as Fang Yuan took a step forward, a shadow suddenly appeared before him, and with a thud, a person knelt before him, shouting loudly, "Welcome back, my lord!"
What's this? This scene felt so much like the crooked-mouthed Dragon King...
Fang Yuan quickly cleared his mind and looked down at the person before him, his eyebrows lifting slightly.
It was Zhuoyang Hou!
He had noticed something felt off when he was killing earlier; something just didn't seem right.
Now, he realized the missing person was here!