Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 718: Chapter 668 Despair and Pain 1

“Fine, I quit the Longevity Association!”

Ji Fanjing’s gaze flickered as he coldly stared at Linghu Mingde, whose foot was pressed against his body: “I hereby swear upon my Primordial Spirit that I will immediately sever ties with the Longevity Association, bear no further connections to it, and no longer oppose you from this day forward.”

As the ancient saying goes: the inchworm curls itself to extend forward, and the dragon and snake lie dormant to preserve their lives; there’s no need to resist blindly at a time like this.

“Clang!”

Linghu Mingde swung his Light Sword and sliced open Ji Fanjing’s face mask, revealing the features of this Congressional Honorary Member: “You intend to fool me with just a few words? Write up a Divine Contract yourself. I know you have Dragon Skin Paper of Ninth Realm or higher—remember, you have only one second to write everything necessary!”

Ji Fanjing’s expression fluctuated between light and dark.

At this moment, the entire center of the Ninth Base City began to tremble. The conceptual forces of ‘Destruction’ and ‘Twist’ began to blanket the base city, encompassing even its core commercial district where they were located.

Ji Fanjing’s mind stirred slightly as he speculated that the Longevity Association might have already employed Abyss Weapons.

But time was running out—Linghu Mingde’s blade was about to fall!

Ji Fanjing’s eyes reflected helplessness and frustration, yet he decisively took out a sheet of Dragon Skin Paper, using his own Essence Blood as ink to inscribe his oath upon it. He even consciously included the names of three Divine Venerables.

Still, Ji Fanjing set the time limit to 20 years—this was the maximum he could accept.

Ji Fanjing was not like Kubo Taiyou, the so-called ‘Sword Master of Now,’ who was a solitary figure with nothing but a 9SS mercenary group, his equipment, and his samurai sword.

Ji Fanjing, however, possessed vast enterprises and a financial conglomerate valued at nearly 5 trillion.

Thus, Ji Fanjing couldn’t afford to take the risk. If he were to die, these assets would certainly be divided among various factions, leaving nothing behind. Even if the Longevity Association revived Ji Fanjing after his death, he’d have lost everything.