Chapter 514: Chapter 173: Daoist Priest Fan’s Way of Visiting! The Trembling City God’s Command! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter - Please Subscribe)_2
"Barking mad!" An agitated member of the Fu Clan from the left side could no longer hold back. Fury and murderous intent swirled in his eyes as he walked towards Fan Wu, saying, "Running your mouth about slaughtering the entire Fu Clan? Some words come at a price once they’re spoken!"
"Today, I will show you foreigners!"
"Imperial City! Fu Clan!!"
"Is not to be insulted!!"
He lifted his foot and kicked away an object in his path. The thing had two strange wheels, but he was too preoccupied to care what kind of cursed object it was, his focus entirely on Fan Wu and his companions.
Without another word, the member of the Fu Clan attacked Fan Wu and the others immediately, his hand brushing lightly against his waist.
A shining silver Soft Sword was drawn from his belt.
The blade of the Soft Sword was engraved with a few spell inscriptions.
Clearly, it was a Magic Artifact.
The bright silver blade in his hand shimmered, its swift movements impossible for ordinary people to track. The sharp blade of the Soft Sword went straight for Fan Wu’s throat!
Seeing this, Xing Fengzi and the others didn’t move, instead, they watched the Fu Clan member with a strange look in their eyes.
There was no helping it...
This was their first time seeing someone courting death so eagerly.
To pick a target, why on earth Fan Wu Daoist Priest?!
Wasn’t that like barging into a lair of ghosts and making the Ghost King their first target?!
’Hmph! Nothing but a bunch of pale-faced foreigners. Seeing me attack their companion, none dare to come forward to help, seeming scared and regretful. Too bad, the barking threats have already been uttered; regret is too late!’
The Fu Clan member holding the Soft Sword didn’t know what Xing Fengzi and the others were thinking. He just assumed they were "frozen" with fear by his actions!
Just as his blade was about to collide with Fan Wu’s "fragile" throat...
The murderous look on the Fu Clan member’s face came to an abrupt, dumbfounded halt.
His eyes suddenly grew wide.
He stared incredulously at Fan Wu before him.
All Fan Wu did was use a pair of chopsticks to accurately clamp the blade of his Soft Sword!
At that moment, his Soft Sword could neither advance...
Nor retreat!
"You are not the worst of the three of you," Fan Wu said without even giving the man a glance, his attention still on the City God’s Command, as the text on it began to change again.
—Fu Hainan, twenty-five years old. At eighteen, beat a beggar who dirtied his clothes to death in the street. At twenty-one, together with clan members, brutally murdered a widowed woman.
"But you do indeed deserve to die." With a gentle twist of his wrist holding the chopsticks, there was suddenly the sound of something snapping.
Crack—
It wasn’t the fragile chopsticks in his hand that broke, but the Fu Clan member’s Soft Sword!
A segment of the bright silver blade fell clattering onto the tabletop, its mirror-like surface reflecting the stupefied expression of the Fu Clan member.
Then he watched as Fan Wu slowly stood up, his gaze shifting from level to looking up.
When Fan Wu was seated, the man didn’t think much of it.
But when Fan Wu finally stood up...
He felt an oppressive force that stemmed from Fan Wu’s height.
The Fu Clan member swallowed nervously.
Anyone with clear sight could tell that this foreigner barking madly was no ordinary Cultivator! The Fu Clan member was arrogant but not a fool!
"It’s tough as iron! Come help me!" he called out immediately to the two behind him for assistance.
The remaining two members of the Fu Clan responded in unison. Their expressions grew grave. When their companion called for help, they each took out a talisman paper.
Nearly at the same moment, they recited the spell, their talisman papers instantly igniting into towering flames.
The turbulent flames avoided the Fu Clan member closest to Fan Wu.
They surged towards the table where Fan Wu was sitting!
"A Cultivator is casting spells!" A customer in the inn was startled by the spectacle as if witnessing a divine miracle, and in a panic, scrambled to hide under a table.
But his eyes remained fixed in the direction of Fan Wu and the others.
Although he was frightened, this was a battle of Cultivation methods! If luck wasn’t on his side, he might not witness such a scene in a lifetime!
And one of the parties was a member of the Fu Clan!
The Fu Clan in the Imperial City was considered a notable Cultivation family with a long lineage. Rumor had it that the Imperial City Fu Clan even held an Iron Token of Exemption from Death!
That was an Iron Token bestowed by The Holy Emperor at the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and out of so many families within the Dynasty...
Not many owned such an Iron Token of Exemption from Death!
The screams coming from different parts of the inn did not disturb Fan Wu. As he watched the two fireballs hurtling towards him, he simply stretched his hand forward and waved it gently, as if shooing away a mosquito.
Yet from this simple gesture, a gust of violent wind arose, causing the skin on the face of the Fu Clan member standing in front of Fan Wu to ripple incessantly.
