Chapter 515: Chapter 173: Daoist Priest Fan’s Way of Visiting! The Trembling City God’s Command! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter - Please Subscribe)_3
The Fu Clan disciple couldn’t help but keep retreating backward.
The two balls of flame that pounced toward him were extinguished by Fan Wu with a simple flick, just like blowing out candles.
The flames vanished in the blink of an eye.
"How unimpressive!" When Fan Wu’s disappointed remark fell, the pupil of the closest Fu Clan disciple suddenly constricted because he realized that this voice was sounding right next to his ear!
In shock, he twisted his head and saw Fan Wu standing beside him at some point.
"When did..." Before he could cry out in alarm, he found his shoulder being grasped by a large hand as big as a palm-leaf fan.
The Fu Clan disciple instinctively wanted to shake off the large hand on his shoulder.
But the hand seemed to be glued to his shoulder.
He also heard the other person’s voice: "Don’t move."
As this sentence was uttered,
the expression of the Fu Clan disciple drastically changed because he suddenly felt an enormous force pressing down on his shoulder.
It was as if a block weighing thousands of pounds was placed on his shoulder!
Thud!!!
The floor of the inn shattered beneath his feet instantly, but it wasn’t something he wanted to break.
Pressured by an overwhelming power,
every bone in the body of the Fu Clan disciple creaked under the unbearable weight, twisting his features into a grotesque grimace. He was experiencing an unprecedented intense pain emerging from every inch of his body.
"Hiss ahhh!!!" the intense pain made him scream involuntarily, and he desperately wanted to collapse and relieve his shoulder of this force.
But to his horror, he found he could neither stand straight nor collapse to the ground.
He was fixed in that position,
enduring endless torment.
"Damn it! What have you done? What sort of demon tricks are these?!" The other two Fu Clan disciples, witnessing their comrade bleeding from the nose and mouth, rolling his eyes back in his head,
were both shocked and furious.
Shocked because Fan Wu had just casually brushed away their Talisman Technique, leaving them astonished by his power.
Angry because they were the Fu Clan disciples. How had the Fu Clan, which had thrived in the Imperial City for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years, ever suffered such humiliation?
When had anyone ever dared to toy with and trample upon the Fu Clan disciples like they were nothing more than mere fish meat?
"Save... save..." The man whose shoulder was pinned by Fan Wu already had blood overflowing from his eyes.
"Go back to the clan! Report to the Family Head!!"
Save what!
They were acutely aware that these few outsiders were not something the three of them could handle. How could the remaining two Fu Clan disciples go to their aid? Under such circumstances, going to help would be nothing more than courting death, as these outsiders simply didn’t care about giving face to the Fu clan!
The remaining two Fu Clan disciples weren’t the type to bang their heads against a wall without turning back; upon realizing that the situation was going south, they thought about running away.
If only they could get back to the clan, they had countless ways to deal with these insolent outsiders!
"You... you... don’t throw away..." Wracked by endless agony, his bones starting to crack and break, the Fu Clan disciple saw his two companions about to turn tail and flee.
His eyes were about to burst from fury!
The two Fu Clan disciples pretended they heard nothing, but as they were just about to turn away, they suddenly and involuntarily paused, staring in astonishment toward the direction of the inn’s entrance.
The inn’s doorway was blocked, but not by any person.
It was the Destiny Coffin!
The black cloth that covered the Destiny Coffin had already fallen halfway off, bearing a very obvious shoe print—left by a Fu Clan disciple who had kicked it without knowing any better.
The Destiny Coffin, always handled with utmost care and never mistreated by the agents of the City God’s Command in the Imperial City—had been kicked open by some insignificant nobody!
If it were Fan Wu who had kicked it, that would have been another matter, as the Destiny Coffin was no match for Fan Wu... and a few kicks from him wouldn’t have been a big deal.
But these nobodies? These pieces of trash?
They dared to kick the Destiny Coffin?!
Did they even qualify?!
There was already a chilling Yin Energy pervading the inn, wrapping the entire interior in a mist, as if resentful spirits and evil ghosts were lurking in every direction, making the two Fu Clan disciples shiver with cold!
"What is this... What kind of monster is this? How can there be monsters in broad daylight? This monster... wait!" One of the Fu Clan disciples gasped in disbelief, "Isn’t this monster that strange big box that got kicked open earlier!?"
The two Fu Clan disciples were completely unnerved. What was this situation?
They had encountered a few high-and-mighty, presumptuous outsiders, and it was like hitting an iron wall they couldn’t kick down.
And a random thing they kicked,
turned out to be a monster!!
This monster couldn’t possibly be raised by these outsiders, could it? After all, they seemed to be in cahoots!
"Jump out the window! You go left, I’ll go right, we split up! If we can’t escape, just grab any common person as a hostage!" One of the Fu Clan disciples clenched his teeth and quickly shouted.
Just as they both tried to escape in different directions, they suddenly found that they couldn’t move.
They also sensed as if someone had placed their thick, strong elbows on their shoulders.
