"Boom...'
Just as Fang Ao's attack was about to land on Yue'er and Yangyi, a palm stopped the attack, and a loud noise exploded in the starry sky.
'What?'
Fang Ao saw this scene and his body shook. He looked incredulous.
It was only that this palm was intact.
A palm of his hand was able to block his attack?
His attack was very powerful, almost exhausting his own potential. Even a martial artist at the mid-level of the tenth stage would be confident in causing considerable damage.
This palm of his hand was able to block his attack!
Most importantly, where did this palm of his hand come from?
Following the palm of his hand, Fang Ao looked up and saw a new man in red appear in the starry sky.
The moment he saw this young man, Fang Ao's heart skipped a beat.
Because the martial artist at the mid-stage of the tenth level was wearing red clothes, and this man, also wearing red clothes, had a similar appearance...he could even block his long-planned attack with one palm, so he was most likely very powerful as well.
'Hum——'
Just then, a powerful attack wave emanated from this palm and quickly came towards him.
At this moment, Fang Ao finally sensed the level of this power.
'This is...the power of the pinnacle of the tenth level?'
Fang Ao said with a face of despair.
The power at the pinnacle of each realm has a special feel to it. He could be certain that this was the power of the pinnacle of the tenth realm...
No wonder it could block his long-planned attack with just one palm!
The pinnacle of the tenth realm!
What was the concept of this?
This was not just two or three times more powerful than him, it was several times more powerful than him!
This power made him despair!
This was absolutely overpowering power, and no strategy would be of any use!
'Boom...'
In an instant, this powerful wave covered him, and his body instantly flew backwards, several times faster than before.
'Puff...'
As soon as he flew backwards, he spat out a long jet of blood, which spread across the starry sky.
This injury was already different from the previous ones; he had really been seriously injured, very seriously.
'My lord!'
'Another powerful person?'
'This powerful person seems even more powerful!'
'No good!'
Fang Ao's subordinates on his battleship exclaimed in alarm as they watched this scene.
They were watching the battle from afar, so they could see more clearly what was going on. A moment ago, they were happy for their master's counterattack, but now they were panicking.
They could see that this newcomer was far more powerful than the two previous strong opponents.
One of those two opponents was a martial artist at the mid-stage of the tenth level.
Just how powerful was this newcomer?
'Boom!'
In the starry sky, Fang Ao's body rippled with spatial fluctuations, and he tried to teleport away. However, before he could teleport away, Yang Er had already appeared beside him and punched him again.
The power of this punch was terrifying.
Not only did it shatter the weak protective layer on Fang Ao's body, it also blasted a large hole in Fang Ao's chest, right at the heart.
The bloody hole was so large that you could see the starry sky on the other side, and the heart had been blown to pieces.
'I... I... I don't want to... ah...'
Fang Ao's eyes widened, his face pale, as he opened his mouth and spoke with a trembling voice.
From the time he was born, he was a genius at cultivation, rising all the way up, discovering one encounter after another, and in just over 3,000 years, he became the top existence in this star domain. Some time ago, he was even summoned by the imperial family of the most powerful empire in this star domain, bestowed with the position of guest counselor, and a large amount of assets. He was in the prime of his life.
How did he end up like this when he returned home in glory and decided to vigorously develop the business?
He was unwilling to accept it... How could he be willing to accept it?
'My lord...'
'Wo...'
On those three warships, many people who had always followed Fang Ao cried immediately when they saw this scene.
They were all loyal followers of Fang Ao.
Seeing Fang Ao like this, how could they not know that Fang Ao had already taken the last step in life?
"Go! Hurry!'
'The opponent is too strong, we are no match for them, get out of here quickly, if we don't leave now, we will all die here!'
'Send a message to the Codice Empire immediately, how dare someone attack an imperial envoy...'
Some of the powerful people who had just joined Fang Ao also panicked and spoke up.
While they were talking, many people began to control the battleships and depart.
However, because some others had different opinions, for a while, how could they reach a consensus?
Before the battleships could successfully turn around, a man in red appeared inside one of the battleships.
'Surrender or die!'
A powerful domain force covered the battleship, and an icy voice sounded at the same time.
'We surrender! We surrender!'
One voice after another shouted.
'You actually killed the master, and you want us to surrender? You're dreaming. We would rather destroy these battleships than leave them to you...'
'Our master is a guest of the Codice Empire. The Codice Empire will not let you go...'
'How dare you surrender? You traitors!'
Some people angrily said, but the last sentence blamed those who surrendered.
'Hum——'
Just as some people were about to destroy the battleship, the powerful domain power had already taken action, and everyone on the battleship collapsed to the ground.
Huo——
The next moment, Yang Er disappeared and had already teleported towards the second battleship.
At that moment, Yang Er teleported to the third battleship with Yue Er.
They began to do what happened on the first battleship.
...
'So quickly, you've already dealt with a Level 10 cultivator?'
On Lin Yun's battleship, Xing Lan exclaimed in shock.
From the start of the battle to its end, it had only taken a dozen minutes.
A crisis had ended.
'I didn't pay such a high price for nothing...' Lin Yun glanced at Xing Lan and laughed.
At the same time, he let out a sigh of relief.
There were no other Level 10 cultivators on the three battleships.
He had already received messages from Yangyi and Yanger.
Now, the three warships were completely under his control.
Just selling these three warships as second-hand equipment would net him over 10 billion spirit crystals.
This battle was not too much of a loss.
...
Soon, a young man, covered in blood, with a large hole in his chest, appeared in front of Lin Yun and his group, escorted by Yanger.
This person was Fang Ao, the strongest person in the history of the Tian Zhu Xing.
Although his heart had been smashed, the vitality of a Level 10 cultivator was terrifying, and he would not die for a while.
'Are you the people who invaded my home planet? You are people of a Level 7 civilization, right? Haha, I didn't expect that people of your level would also covet my home planet. This time, I, Fang Ao, have failed...' Fang Ao looked up at Lin Yun and the others, gave a miserable smile, and said.
'If you want to get any information from me, forget it. I came here just to see who my opponent was this time, and now that I've seen him, I'm satisfied.' Fang Ao paused and whispered.
'Boom...'
As soon as the words fell, a powerful aura exploded from Fang Ao's body.
It looked like he was going to blow himself up the next moment.
'Now, I'll give you a choice. Either you surrender to me, and you and your men can live, or you die like this, and all your men will die with you.'
Just then, Lin Yun said indifferently.