Ch. 297 - Shaking the World
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Translator's note: He's getting much too aggressive, I think.
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Translator's note: He's getting much too aggressive, I think.
"Hmph, a fifth-tier psychic? He only reached that level by exploiting a loophole! These damned Huaxia people! That Fang Xiu—I invited him before, and he refused me. Now that the Specter invasion is worsening globally, it's his duty to help the fourth-tier psychics in other nations break through to the fifth tier. Isn't that what he should do?"
"Their country, Huaxia, has a saying, doesn't it? Hoarding one's home broom as if it were a treasure. That Fang Xiu fits the phrase perfectly!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's clear that Huaxia is dominating the scene. I suggest we unite sooner rather than later to pressure them. If the Foreseer Fang Xiu keeps helping only his own psychics ascend to the fifth tier and ignores us, the future will grow increasingly unfavorable for everyone else."
"Enough with this open talk. We all know why this meeting was called. Isn't it precisely to force Huaxia and the Foreseer to bow to our demands?"
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BANG!
The heavy doors of the meeting room burst open, interrupting the murmurs of the assembled leaders.
Fang Xiu entered calmly, unshakable, followed by Fang Moli, his Xuanyuan Sword resting against his back. The other Huaxia psychics were waiting outside the venue.
The moment Fang Xiu appeared, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to him, studying this man who had become Huaxia's Chief Commander despite being only a third-tier psychic and bore the Foreseer title.
Walking with measured steps, Fang Xiu approached the podium, ignoring the empty seat reserved for him.
He bypassed it entirely and made his way toward the head seat at the table.
Sitting there was the blond Commander of the Empire of Luminaris Investigation Bureau.
The man's expression darkened as Fang Xiu approached, already sensing what was about to happen.
Sure enough, Fang Xiu's following words came in an indifferent tone, sharp as a blade. "Who do you think you are to sit here? Get out."
The room erupted in shocked murmurs.
No one had expected Fang Xiu to make such a brazen move—to demand the head seat and speak so rudely to one of the most influential leaders present.
The gathered leaders had intended to unite and pressure Huaxia, but Fang Xiu had flipped the script, asserting dominance from the start.
The Chief Commander of the Empire of Luminaris turned to Fang Xiu with a cold glare. His sharp, hawk-like eyes locked onto him.
While his expression remained composed, his voice carried a clear threat.
"So, you're the Foreseer Fang Xiu. If you truly see the future, you should know the consequences of provoking—"
"Fang Moli," Fang Xiu interrupted, his tone as calm as ever.
SWISH!
A brilliant golden light filled the room as the Xuanyuan Sword left its sheath in a flash.
In an instant, the sword was at the throat of The Empire of Luminaris' Chief Commander.
The golden blade's cold gleam and the overwhelming power radiating sent chills down his spine. He froze, his instincts screaming that the slightest movement would be his last. His words died in his throat.
He hadn't even seen the attack coming. One moment, Fang Moli stood still, and the next, his sword was at his neck.
This was due to two reasons. First was the sheer gap in power—he was a fourth-tier psychic, while Fang Moli ascended to the fifth tier. Second, he couldn't fathom that anyone would dare to draw a weapon here, in the middle of the United Bureaus' headquarters.
The sudden turn of events left the room stunned.
One by one, the attendees stood from their seats, their expressions tense as their Spiritual Energy began to stir.
The atmosphere felt like a standoff in a gangster film—one side had drawn a weapon, and everyone else was reaching for theirs.
"Fang Xiu! What do you think you're doing? This is the United Bureaus, not your home yard!"
"Put down that sword immediately! This is a blatant provocation against every country represented here!"
The Empire of Luminaris' Chief Commander forced a sneer, trying to regain some composure as he straightened up. Though his tone carried an air of defiance, a quiver of fear betrayed him.
"Hmph! Fang Xiu, stop this bluffing. You wouldn't dare kill me here, not in front of so many witnesses. The mutual assistance pact between nations ensures that any such action would provoke retaliation from the entire world!"
Fang Xiu's voice remained calm, cold, and utterly dismissive. "Annoying. Fang Moli, do it."
Fang Moli hesitated, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure? Kill him?"
"Yes. Kill him," Fang Xiu replied, his tone flat and resolute.
"But this might…" Fang Moli hesitated further. "This might trigger an international conflict."
Fang Xiu's dark eyes locked onto him, sharp as a blade. His voice, though quiet, carried an undeniable weight. "Fang Moli, you are my subordinate. I am the Chief Commander. Execute my order."
With Fang Xiu's command, Fang Moli could only comply. He drew the Xuanyuan Sword, the golden blade singing softly as if savoring the anticipation of bloodshed.
The Empire of Luminaris' Chief Commander's mask of arrogance shattered. His face went pale, his lips trembling as fear overtook him. His voice, previously filled with mockery, now stammered in desperation.
"Wait! Wait! OK! OK! I'll leave! I'll leave right now! It's just a seat, isn't it? Take it! Take it!" He scrambled to stand, his hands raised in surrender. His mind raced, torn between humiliation and survival. 'What if this isn't a bluff? Die for a seat? Is it really worth it?'
But Fang Xiu wasn't finished.
"Leave?" Fang Xiu's cold gaze pierced through him. "You think you can just leave like that?"
SMACK!
The room echoed with the sound of Fang Xiu's slap, leaving a bloody handprint on the other commander's face. The man staggered backward, utterly dazed. His mind went blank as humiliation surged through him.
The stunned silence in the room was deafening. Everyone's gaze was fixed on Fang Xiu, their disbelief palpable.
This was more than an insult; it was a declaration. Fang Xiu's slap wasn't just a physical blow—it shattered the decorum of the meeting and the illusion of equality among nations.
The Huaxia representatives, known for their reserved and diplomatic behavior, had suddenly shown an entirely different face: one of sheer, unbridled dominance.
Whispers spread among the crowd.
"This is insane… Huaxia has never acted like this before."
"This isn't just about the Xuanyuan Sword or Fang Moli. Could Huaxia have secretly nurtured more fifth-tier psychics? Is that why they're so confident?"
"Or maybe they've found a way to tip the balance entirely… something we don't know about yet."
While many speculated about hidden power or unseen strategies, a few keen observers realized the truth was far simpler—and far more terrifying.
Fang Xiu wasn't acting out of reckless arrogance. This was calculated. A man called The Foreseer would never act without purpose.
The reason he behaved so brazenly, so unconcerned with global backlash, was chillingly clear: he didn't care about the consequences.
And why? Because he didn't need to.
The implications were profound. He was this bold, because he possessed power that rendered the opinions of the other nations irrelevant.
In truth, their suspicions were only partially correct.
Fang Xiu's confidence didn't come from Fang Moli or Huaxia's resources—it came from the Specters.
With Fang Xiu's current abilities, he could annihilate a nation if he chose to. By summoning a swarm of Specters and using Liu Shuai's teleportation ability to escape, Fang Xiu could reduce any country to ruins. He didn't need armies or nuclear weapons; he had the Specters, bound to his will.
Of course, there were limits. He couldn't summon a world-ending Specter God without risking his own destruction. But within manageable bounds, he was unstoppable.
This was why Fang Xiu chose such a direct and shocking approach. It wasn't just to assert dominance—it was to send a message.
When someone wields the power to end everything, there is no need to waste time negotiating. They don't have to play by anyone else's rules.