Chapter 542: Chapter 177: Killing Gods Again! With a Mortal’s Body, Standing Shoulder to Shoulder with the Divine! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)_6
Her speculation was not without reason, for she herself came from a great clan and was privy to some of its darker aspects.
Moreover, the Fu Clan of the Imperial City was one such great clan that was so brazen as to nearly put their dark side on public display.
In a clan like that, killing everyone would surely mean innocent blood was spilled.
And if one were to kill selectively...
There would certainly be fish that slipped through the net!
"If my humble self isn’t mistaken," said Yun Jiuqing, "the last being Daoist Fan Wu killed was not simple... The entity seemed to carry a faint hint of divinity. Moreover, from the brief exchange between Daoist Fan Wu and the entity, I managed to catch a glimpse."
Xing Fengzi standing next to Yun Jiuqing took a deep breath, his face filled with shock, "The being that Daoist Fan Wu killed in the end is very likely to be a deity!"
"He was a Yin God from the Netherworld!"
"What?!" Yun Jiuqing’s eyes widened, "A Yin God from the Netherworld?!"
"It seems so," Xing Fengzi added, "assuming I didn’t mishear."
Yun Jiuqing was stunned!
She knew the Fu Clan must have some connection to the Netherworld, but she never imagined their ties to be so strong; their backer was an Underworld Yin God!
No wonder the commotion just now was so huge; the enemy Daoist Priest Fan encountered was a deity!
Wait a moment...
Yun Jiuqing seemed to think of something and, after taking a sharp intake of cold air, urgently said, "Doesn’t that mean Daoist Priest Fan now has... ugh! Two divine lives on his hands?"
"Yes, that’s already..." Xing Fengzi suddenly paused, confused. Two divine lives?
Then.
He heard Yun Jiuqing say in shock, "Last time, Daoist Priest Fan slew an Earth Deity, and this time it’s a Yin God from the Underworld... Good gracious, the high and mighty Immortal Gods, in the hands of Daoist Priest Fan, seem no different from ordinary foul creatures?"
Xing Fengzi: "???"
Daoist Fan Wu had once slain an Earth Deity?
Why didn’t he know about this?
Could it be that this happened before Daoist Fan Wu and he met?
Hiss!!!
Xing Fengzi couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. Didn’t that mean this wasn’t Daoist Fan Wu’s first act of God slaying?
This was the second time?
Xing Fengzi didn’t know what words to use to describe his feelings at the moment, after all, he was a follower of the way. Whether it was an Earth Deity or a Yin God from the Underworld, they were supreme beings to him.
Beings that he needed to worship day and night.
Yet, such deities were all felled by Daoist Fan Wu with a single strike of his sword.
This...
Was truly an astonishing revelation.
It almost shattered his worldview.
...
"Make way! All of you, make way for us! Don’t block the road, get out of the way!!" Riding a tall steed, Hu Banban was so anxious that expletives flew from his lips.
His voice was so loud that many citizens of the Imperial City couldn’t help but turn their heads to look, only to see a tall horse charging through the crowd, heading straight toward them.
What is this commotion?!
The people of the Imperial City were so frightened that they quickly stepped aside to both sides of the road.
They could stand by and watch the spectacle of the Fu Clan, even whispering in shock from where they stood.
But now they had to move.
Because if they didn’t, being struck by the horse would likely leave them half dead.
Hu Banban forcefully made his way through the crowd.
"Whoa!" Having passed through the throng, he immediately pulled on the reins, bringing the horse to a stop.
Because Hu Banban realized.
Something was terribly wrong up ahead!
"The Fu... Fu Clan, where is it?" Hu Banban looked at an area not far off, dumbfounded to find it had been leveled to the ground!
If his memory served him right, that was supposed to be the location where the Fu Clan of the Imperial City resided!
So the Fu Clan...
Where did they go?
Hu Banban’s first reaction was that he had, in his haste, accidentally taken the wrong path. But the next second, he suddenly recognized several people—people he was all too familiar with!
Hu Banban’s entire body jerked with shock because he saw Xing Fengzi, His Highness the Prince of Nanjun, Yun Jiuqing!
And there was that old ox!
And the Destiny Coffin!
"Wow! Our home... We didn’t take the wrong path after all!" Hu Banban was moved to tears, relieved that as long as His Highness the Prince of Nanjun and Daoist Fan Wu, whom His Majesty had personally decreed to see, were unharmed, all was well.
Huh?
No, something’s not right!
Someone’s missing!
"Where is Daoist Fan Wu!?" Hu Banban looked around anxiously and then saw a tall and burly figure. Even in the crowd, that figure was so conspicuous.
He breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, "It looks like they’re all relatively unharmed."
But didn’t the Shop Assistant say that Daoist Fan Wu and his group had come to trouble the Fu Clan?
Could it be that he was deceived by that Shop Assistant?
Just as Hu Banban prepared to quickly ride his horse in that direction,
He suddenly heard a group of commoners by the road discussing something in alarm, and he paused in the act of holding the reins because he heard a lot of key words.
"Mother of mercy, it finally stopped. That scared the hell out of me just now!"
"Yes! I watched with my own eyes as the Fu residence was flattened in an instant, like something out of a dream. I think the Fu Clan has done so many evil deeds that they’ve attracted divine retribution."
"Divine retribution, really? Then how do you explain the sounds of shouting and killing before that?"
"If it’s not divine retribution, could it possibly be someone causing such destruction?"
"... it might well be!"
"Hiss!"
"..."
Hu Banban: "???"
Listening to these few words from the citizens of the Imperial City, he seemed to realize that the vast expanse of ruins ahead might be the Fu Clan’s residence. Only the Fu Clan, on this day, or rather, before Hu Banban’s arrival, had been reduced to ruins by some mysterious force.
Hu Banban didn’t believe in divine retribution; if such a thing existed, the Fu Clan would have been gone long ago.
Why wait until today?
Combining the keywords that these people mentioned in their discussions, Hu Banban thought of one person—Daoist Fan Wu!
Because...
Daoist Fan Wu had just this morning collapsed a section of the Imperial City wall with a single punch, a feat that was still vivid in his memory.
Fresh in his memory!
"Gulp!"
Hu Banban swallowed hard, "It can’t be that Daoist Fan Wu single-handedly reduced the Fu Clan to ruins, could it?"
That sounded utterly preposterous.
Yet, if someone capable of such an act were Daoist Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple...
It suddenly seemed extremely fitting!
Because, Hu Banban felt.
Daoist Fan Wu...
He totally could have done it!
"Daoist... Daoist Fan Wu! His Highness the Prince of Nanjun!" At this moment, Hu Banban, with a trembling heart, quickly rode his horse towards where Daoist Fan Wu and the others were.
"Your Majesty!" he cried out, "His Majesty has issued an imperial decree! Summoning His Highness the Prince of Nanjun, Daoist Fan Wu and others..."
"To enter the Imperial Palace!"
"For an audience!!"
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