Chapter 487: A Few More Antiques Added

"W-What kind of a shop is this?!" Not only the Nangong elder, but even the clan heads were staring in stark bewilderment.

People had only just stepped inside, yet the next moment they were being carried out sideways, all lingering on the precipice of death—what in the world was going on?

"Where... where is the Sacred Ancestor?!" The Nangong elder’s eyes bulged at the scene before him, fixating on a round-faced girl who had just casually picked up a strangely shaped longsword. The weapon was now devoid of light, looking rather battered and worn.

Clang!

She tossed it out the door with nonchalance. "How is there still this kind of junk lying around?"

The onlookers aboard the Nangong clan's flying vessel fell into a dead silence.

Several clan heads pressed closer to watch, as though trying to shove their very minds through the projection, which continued to display the scene outside the shop.

"Elder Wuya, how do you think we should handle these people?" Li Qin'er seemed to recognize them, gasping in sudden realization. "T-These are people from the Nangong clan?!"

She stumbled back several paces, her beautiful face draining of all color.

To the Li family, the Heaven-Inquiring Sword Palace and the Nangong clan were nothing short of a living nightmare. She had never imagined that the people before her would all belong to that very clan—and judging by their attire, they held no small status.

"So you know fear?!" Aboard the vessel, the elder burst into arrogant, maniacal laughter at her reaction. "My Heaven-Inquiring Sword Palace possesses a towering reputation. Even if we fall into your hands, do you actually dare to touch us?!"

The words had barely left his mouth when Li Wuya glanced at his communication jade and spoke. "The boss says to completely cripple their cultivation and throw them into the street."

"Hahaha!" The armless Clan Head Xun, witnessing this, let out a booming laugh. "Good! Excellently done! To think the Heaven-Inquiring Sword Palace would dare commit such an unforgivable atrocity. If we survive today, tomorrow will be the day our great clans unite to trample the Heaven-Inquiring Sword Palace into dust!"

The elder's face instantly turned the color of ash.

...

"Hahaha!" Outside the flying vessel, Nangong Lin suddenly threw his head back and laughed maniacally, for he saw that Fang Qi’s power was waning.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword in Fang Qi's hand abruptly vanished, and his aura plummeted to a sudden low.

Evidently, after consuming a vast amount of energy, the period of perfect synchronization had come to an end.

The toll of this battle was clearly far higher than that of his previous clash with the Three Saint Sects.

Had this strength truly belonged to him, it would have been one thing, but relying solely on perfect synchronization to endure such high-intensity combat for so long had clearly pushed him to his absolute limit.

"Once our Sacred Ancestor arrives, it will be the day you die!"

"Clan Master," an elder reported, his voice trembling. "The Sacred Ancestor has been crippled."

"...!!??"

"How?! How is that possible?!" Driven to the brink, Nangong Lin looked entirely deranged, the overbearing aura he once possessed completely shattered.

"Has this world not long been devoid of immortals?!" he roared toward the heavens. "Who exactly was it?!"

"Heaven-Inquiring Sword Palace, so you too have such a day?!" Li Lanruo, whose clan had once been exterminated by them, spoke through clenched teeth.

"Sins committed by Heaven may be forgiven, but sins brought upon oneself leave no escape!" An aged voice echoed from the sky, and the mountain-protecting grand array, which had ground to a halt, suddenly radiated a brilliant splendor once more.

"Impossible! Even if only the Qingming Sacred Ancestor remains, who among you could possibly be his match?!" Nangong Lin shrieked. As if in response to his cry, a streak of sword light shot into the sky from the ruined vessel of the Nangong clan!

Nangong Lin stared fixedly at Fang Qi. He harbored a bone-deep hatred for this young man who had ruined his grand designs. "I shall kill you first!"

Grasping an ancient, greenish-black sword, Nangong Lin transformed into a streak of rainbow light, charging furiously toward Fang Qi.

"Owner, watch out!"

The onlookers below cried out in alarm.

Yet in the next instant, everyone saw Nangong Lin’s sword slash through empty air; the young man who had been standing there had completely vanished!

Then, the entire sky filled with an incredibly dense, terrifying barrage of crescent-shaped sword glints.

"Vergil's screen-clearing Judgement Cut?!" Jiang Xiaoyue covered her small mouth, her face a mask of utter disbelief. "How does the boss know this one too?!"

It was worth noting that before Dante acquired the Beowulf gauntlets and greaves, they belonged to Vergil.

Thus, the synchronization options on Boss Fang’s system panel currently included Vergil as well.

"Beep. Synchronization time has ended."

In the sky, a young man with silver-white hair, wearing a blue trench coat, gracefully twirled his blade before slowly sheathing it.

A skull instantly split into four pieces and exploded.

The figure then reverted back to Boss Fang's usual appearance. "Now, is there anyone else who wants to step forward and bully my employee and Xiaoyue?"

Everyone stared at Boss Fang in the sky, completely speechless.

How could this shop owner be so absurdly formidable?!

"Ya—! Why is the boss always playing cosplay! And why is he so amazing!" Jiang Xiaoyue's eyes were green with envy.

"I want to learn that so badly..." Li Lanruo murmured with immense longing.

"Can we learn it too?!" Tang Yu and the others grew ecstatic, imagining how they could dress up as some legendary game character—like Jing Tian—and unleash a world-ending silver bullet wave the next time they faced an enemy.

Or perhaps dress as Neo, firing a bullet infused with the very laws of reality.

That would be absolutely incredible!

Boss Fang, naturally, had no idea that from this day forward, this alternative world would likely see a massive influx of youths dressed in bizarre costumes, wielding all sorts of strange and eccentric techniques...

"Mission accomplished."

"Huh? The mission is done just like that?" Boss Fang, who had spent a long time being battered by Jing Tian in the Game Cultivation Room, felt a little dazed.

Meanwhile, even if Boss Fang did not lift another finger, the remaining remnants of the Heaven-Inquiring Sword Palace clearly would not last much longer.

The ambition of the Heaven-Inquiring Sword Palace had been exposed. Had they succeeded, they would have unified the world and ascended to supreme sovereignty; but having failed, the other factions would absolutely never tolerate the existence of such a clan again.

Before long, the allied forces of the great clans and the Haotian Academy would descend upon their territory. For a land now left without a master, destruction was merely a matter of time.

As for the several swords remaining in the sword tomb of the palace, along with those that had already emerged, they were all delivered to the Origin Internet Club.

Antiques of this caliber were things Boss Fang had only ever seen this once, even after his transmigration.

Thus, he casually set up a bamboo pole, tied them with ropes, and hung them up inside the shop.

"Using antiques like these as decorations should make the shop look pretty high-end, right?" Boss Fang clapped his hands.

"Owner, are you hanging up salted fish to dry?" Jiang Xiaoyue glanced over as she entered the shop, her eyes tricking her for a moment.

"..."

"Little girl, how dare you speak to us like that?!"

"This lord is an ancient divine sword!"

"Do you even know quality, you little brat?!"

"Do you believe that I—"

"Do you believe that this boss will give you all a little electrotherapy?" Boss Fang's face darkened.

"..." Every single sword instantly shut its mouth.