Chapter 575: Chapter 183: I am Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple! Daoist Priest Fan Strikes the Heart! (10,000-word Mega Chapter for Subscription)_3
It would be really upsetting!
"Hmph, I don’t care who you are!" the Blood Gu Sect disciple’s palm glowed even redder with blood, as he almost touched the Big Monk’s robes, which were visibly shredded to pieces.
Bang!
A muffled sound suddenly erupted, not because the Big Monk had been struck, but because an arm fell to the ground.
The Blood Gu Sect disciple was stunned.
The One-armed Daoist was stunned.
The Big Monk was stunned.
"Tsk..." Fan Wu, with the tiny twig that looked like a toothpick gone from his mouth, said unhurriedly, "Why is there no one willing to give me some face?"
That very twig from his mouth was now stuck in the ground right by the foot of the Blood Gu Sect disciple, with fine cracks spreading outward from it.
The twig was still smeared with blood.
It was the blood from the arm that the Blood Gu Sect disciple had just lost!
Fan Wu had merely spat out the small twig from his mouth, and with that, he had severed the arm of the Blood Gu Sect disciple!
The scene suddenly became very quiet, with the heavy breathing of everyone present sounding exceptionally grating.
The Blood Gu Sect disciple stared blankly at his severed arm.
Then at the small twig sticking out of the ground.
The pain from where his arm had been cut off was becoming more and more intense. The blood spouting out had already dyed half of his body a bright red.
His complexion turned visibly paler, his facial expression was so bewildered that he began to doubt his own life.
Did he enter some sort of illusion?
Otherwise, how could the situation have reversed so quickly, turning out this way in the blink of an eye?
He was flabbergasted!
And dumbfounded!
"My hand... my hand!" Finally coming to his senses, the pain was unbearable. The Blood Gu Sect disciple quickly grabbed the stump of his arm; his left hand was already smeared with his own blood.
A pair of shocked and fearful eyes looked at Fan Wu to his right, instantly realizing the enormous gap between this imposing man and himself.
The Blood Gu Sect disciple watched helplessly as Fan Wu walked over, covering the short distance to him in just an instant.
As Fan Wu drew closer, the sense of oppression felt by the Blood Gu Sect disciple grew even greater.
That feeling of both body and soul trembling.
Made his breathing somewhat labored.
"You..." Just as the Blood Gu Sect disciple wanted to say something, he suddenly saw Fan Wu raise a hand and gesture toward him.
This is bad!
The Blood Gu Sect disciple was horrified!
He wanted to dodge.
But at that moment, he found his feet seemed glued to the ground, completely unable to move a single step.
It’s over!
Thump!
As the world turned dark before the Blood Gu Sect disciple’s eyes, it was Fan Wu’s palm that had hit his face.
Under the incredulous gaze of the Big Monk and the One-armed Daoist, the Blood Gu Sect disciple’s head burst from Fan Wu’s slap, his skull exploding like a watermelon, with splatters of red and white shooting in all directions.
But none of it got on Fan Wu, indicating just how precise Fan Wu’s control over his power was.
And the blood stains on his palm?
He simply shook his hand, and the blood traces were instantly shaken off!
He appeared completely unblemished.
The Blood Gu Sect disciple, now missing an arm and a head, slumped to the ground.
Lifeless.
No longer arrogant.
Dead beyond doubt!
[You have successfully killed "a Blood Gu Sect disciple", congratulations, you have gained Free Attribute Points: 0.13!]
Since leaving the Great Zhou Royal Palace, this was the thirteenth Sect Disciple Fan Wu had dealt with. And naturally, this count didn’t include those from the Imperial Palace.
All in all, these Sect Disciples had provided Fan Wu with 0.23 Free Attribute Points.
Not much.
But not bad!
Fan Wu glanced at the Big Monk who remained still, sensing his urgency. With a light breath, Fan Wu blew away the Gu insects biting the Big Monk’s flesh, sending them flying from his breath.
Several insects smashed against a wall some steps away, "splatting" into blobs of insect paste.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!" With the death of these insects, the Big Monk could finally move again.
He gasped deeply, relieved as if he had reclaimed his life, "I thought... today would be the end of me in the Great Zhou Imperial City. Thank heavens... thank heavens for the noble’s help! Scared me to death."
After speaking, he tucked the Zen Staff under his arm, then solemnly brought his hands together in gratitude to Fan Wu, "Amitabha, thank you, Daoist Priest, for your help. I am not cultured and may speak crudely; I hope the Daoist Priest, won’t take offense to my words."
Fan Wu sized him up and said, "I saw you being quite brave just now, so why do you seem so scared to death now?"
The Big Monk said with a wry smile, "Who isn’t afraid of death? I just felt that my time had come and rather than die a cowardly death, I might as well meet my end with some dignity. Maybe someone would see it and spread the tales of my life."
