The man, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, had already fled.
He had run a bit too early.
He had run four to five li.
It was estimated that upon seeing Fang Ming pierce the first constable with his flying sword, he realized the situation was dire and fled.
Frankly speaking, this man's reaction speed was quite impressive.
And he ran fast enough.
But such a short distance was useless against Fang Ming's flying sword.
Fang Ming muttered, "Four to five li... If I had just stepped onto the threshold of cultivation back then, when my Yi Qi Gong reached the first level, I might not have been able to use my flying sword at such a distance..."
"No, I didn't have this low-grade magic artifact then."
If back then, after running such a distance, Fang Ming might not have been able to capture this person, because he only had the Weeding Technique as a spell.
But now it was different.
Fang Ming's Yi Qi Gong had long reached the third level, and he felt on the verge of breaking through to the fourth.
At this moment, he had the strength to kill enemies at a distance of four to five li, or even more than ten li away.
"Go!"
Under Fang Ming's command.
The flying sword, with a rumble, turned into a green, dazzling beam of light, speeding towards where the thief Jiang Caiying was.
...
Jiang Caiying was running wildly on the street.
Before this, although he had committed many petty thefts and minor offenses, he had never committed any major crimes.
He had never encountered someone as ruthless as Fang Ming.
He had never imagined that he would encounter someone like Fang Ming on this day.
Without a word, his arm was severed.
He hadn't even succeeded yet.
His arm was directly severed.
This person was too mad, too unscrupulous!
Jiang Caiying hated Fang Ming immensely—who wouldn't hate someone who caused permanent disability?
Before this, when he believed the county magistrate and constables could deal with Fang Ming, he had stood by, believing the magistrate would uphold justice for him.
But upon seeing the flying sword instantly kill a constable.
Jiang Caiying's soul was terrified.
Although the outcome of the battle between the two sides was not yet decided.
From his perspective.
It was time to flee.
He felt that his chances of victory were already very slim.
To prevent being unable to escape when he wanted to.
Jiang Caiying chose to flee first.
Years of experience told him that only by fleeing first, before the outcome was decided, could one have a chance of survival.
And when he sensed the white dragon disappear, the myriad stars vanish, and the sun reappear.
Jiang Caiying was glad he had made the right choice.
The county magistrate had been defeated and died.
But he was still alive in this world.
As for revenge.
Jiang Caiying naturally harbored hatred towards Fang Ming.
But he felt that dealing with this person was no longer his responsibility.
The deaths of so many constables and the county magistrate would surely shake the Great Yi Dynasty.
Naturally, someone would help him eliminate Fang Ming.
He didn't need to worry about it.
His primary task was to escape.
"Hoo..."
Jiang Caiying took a deep breath. Even as a martial artist, after running such a distance, he felt exhausted.
Deep down, he felt a profound sense of regret.
If he had known this child possessed such strength earlier.
Why would he have tried to steal his money?
He had once boasted that his judgment was sharp, that he could discern people and avoid those he couldn't afford to offend.
But he had ended up kicking an iron plate.
How could he be so unlucky as to offend such a master, suspected to be of Immortal-Demon level!
Weren't these Immortal-Demon level masters usually hidden in deep mountains and old forests?
Why did they suddenly appear? And appear before him?
Various thoughts flashed through Jiang Caiying's mind.
This was him thinking wildly after he felt a sense of security, believing he had escaped the danger.
However, he was clearly not as "safe" as he thought.
In the boundless sky.
A green light suddenly appeared.
Upon closer inspection, it was a sword.
A flying sword.
A green flying sword!
The sword light was like a rainbow, and with a clear hum.
It ended Jiang Caiying's life.
Jiang Caiying didn't even see the appearance of the flying sword.
He died by the sword.
This was indeed.
A flying sword taking a head.
Fang Ming's current cultivation was not capable of doing this from a thousand li away.
But within ten li, taking a head was something he could do casually.
In the mortal world, or the martial arts world, this could be called a Sword Immortal.
...
Deep within the imperial palace, Emperor Wu, a martial artist of the Immortal-Demon level, sat in meditation.
Around him, a domain seemed to manifest.
This was a Dao Field.
This was a small world.
The vast universe was the great world, and the human body was a small world.
Martial artists of the Immortal-Demon level had reached the limit in terms of body, soul, and internal energy.
Becoming an immortal in the mortal world, establishing their own Dao Field, and creating a small world within the great world, they had, in terms of spiritual cultivation, implicitly reached the same level as the entire universe.
This realm was called the Dongtian True Monarch by some, meaning they had obtained the seed of a Dongtian, planted it, achieved their own Dao, and opened another realm, thus becoming a Dongtian True Monarch.
However, more people called them Immortal-Demon level martial artists.
An Immortal-Demon level martial artist was a small world in themselves. If they were cut off from the external great world, they could be self-sufficient, needing nothing from outside.
If they wished to connect with the external great world, the vast universe.
They could at any time ride the Heavenly Heart and travel, their minds extending millions of li away, understanding the workings of the great world.
To command the natural power of the heavens and earth was to be of Immortal-Demon rank.
This far surpassed the realm of any mortal martial artist, hence they were called Immortals and Demons.
When Emperor Wu finished his meditation and cultivation, he returned from the state of self-created realm, sensing the Heavenly Heart and commanding it.
While commanding the Heavenly Heart.
A river appeared before Emperor Wu's eyes.
The river carried all things of time; it was the manifestation of time.
It flowed slowly over Emperor Wu, and also over other martial artists.
Emperor Wu, commanding the Heavenly Heart, moved from downstream to upstream, the sound of flowing water filling his ears.
Emperor Wu ignored it completely, standing firm in the past, gazing into the future.
This was the River of Time.
It was not a true River of Time. This world was not a Xianxia world, and no River of Time existed.
It was merely a manifestation of time, created by Emperor Wu with the power of an Immortal-Demon and his own boundless mental energy.
A martial artist's physical body, limited by objective conditions and the rules of reality, reached its limit at a certain point.
Even someone as powerful as Emperor Wu, known as an Immortal-Demon level martial artist, could not extend their palm power beyond ten li.
However, while human endeavors are finite, the mind is infinite.
Emperor Wu's spiritual cultivation was so profound that he could command the consciousness of the Heavenly Heart and recreate illusions like the "River of Time"!