Chapter 208: Chapter 129: The Might of the Demon Evil God (3)
With a THUMP, Ghost-Handed Sikong Jue’s Ghost Hand struck Fang Shuwen in the back, a step ahead of Black Heart Granny. A flash of delight appeared on his face, but before it could spread, his expression changed dramatically.
At the same time, Fang Shuwen suddenly shot out a hand and seized Black Heart Granny’s wrist.
With a slight squeeze, Black Heart Granny cried out in agony. The power she had been gathering for her attack instantly vanished.
Then, Fang Shuwen flung his hand upward with a sickening RIP.
The downward slash from the inverted Thousand Cuts and Hundred Slashes Mo Liusheng never reached Fang Shuwen; instead, it flayed Black Heart Granny to the bone.
A huge chunk of flesh was instantly carved from her torso.
The sight not only stunned the dying Black Heart Granny but also caused Mo Liusheng’s attack to falter.
But in that instant, a hand punched straight through Black Heart Granny’s torso and, taking advantage of Mo Liusheng’s hesitation, clamped down on the blade of his saber.
"Let go."
But how could Mo Liusheng possibly agree?
His momentum carried him to a landing on the roof. Black Heart Granny was already dead, but her corpse remained between Mo Liusheng and Fang Shuwen.
As their strengths churned together, Sword Qi and Power erupted in an instant. Before Mo Liusheng could let go of his saber, Black Heart Granny’s corpse was torn to shreds by their combined might.
Immediately after, Mo Liusheng felt a searing pain in his hand. He looked down to see that the flesh between his thumb and forefinger had burst open. Because he had held on to the saber so stubbornly, the force from his opponent had even deformed the bones in his fingers.
When he looked up again, the Treasure Saber he had wielded for so long was now in Fang Shuwen’s possession.
Fang Shuwen flipped the blade, grasped the hilt, and the saber began to hum and vibrate.
At that moment, Blood-robed Leng Changkong was finally pulled over by Fang Shuwen’s [North Nether Divine Technique].
It wasn’t that Fang Shuwen’s [North Nether Divine Technique] was too slow, but that Black Heart Granny had died too quickly. Though complex to describe, it had all happened in a flash.
Fang Shuwen glanced at the Treasure Saber with a pleased expression, then flexed his shoulders. With a soft SPURT, Ghost-Handed Sikong Jue was sent flying backward.
He thought he had landed a successful blow on Fang Shuwen, but he had no idea he had just walked into a death trap.
As the [North Nether Divine Technique] activated, the Inner Strength he had cultivated his entire life was completely drained away.
Now, blasted away by Fang Shuwen’s Inner Strength, he was dead before he even hit the ground.
Pathetically, Fang Shuwen didn’t even spare him a single glance as he died.
He simply grabbed Leng Changkong by the head. Leng Changkong tried to say something, but Fang Shuwen had already laid the blade across his throat.
With a single SLICE, the head flew!
The entire motion was fluid and natural, without a shred of hesitation, as if this was how it was always meant to be.
The headless corpse tumbled off the roof.
Fang Shuwen switched his grip on the weapon and unleashed another move from the [Unskilled Saber Technique]—[Horizontal Blade Breaks the Stream]!
His [Unskilled Palm Technique] was derived from the [Unskilled Saber Technique], so now, with a saber in hand, using the original Saber Technique instead of the Palm Technique was effortless.
The moment he struck, the saber’s edge swept out in all directions.
The four men surrounding the large chair simultaneously grabbed it, pushed off with their feet, and leaped into the air, dodging the blade’s instantaneous arrival.
Mo Liusheng tried to dodge, but it was too late.
His eyes went wide as the slash cut him in half at the waist.
He had spent his entire life killing people with this saber, only to die by his own blade in the end.
"A fine saber."
Fang Shuwen quite liked it. ’Still, I’m better with my fists and palms. It’s not that I can’t use a saber, it just feels like too much trouble.’
’When I get back to Pojun City, I can look for the Golden Bell Tower.’
’I’ll have them sell this saber for me.’
While he stood there, mentally calculating how much money the saber could fetch, the crowd on the inn’s roof was utterly stupefied.
Once they learned Fang Shuwen’s identity, they understood why so many masters of the Demon Dao had joined forces to attack him.
Although they didn’t know the specific grudges involved, the three words "Demon Evil God" were reason enough for such an alliance.
But even so, they had expected a fierce battle between titans.
But now... what was this?
You couldn’t even call it a slaughter.
With every move, it seemed as if Fang Shuwen was merely pulling up some insignificant weeds.
The ruthlessness of his methods was truly worthy of the name Demon Evil God.
Among the attackers, only the body of Ghost-Handed Sikong Jue was left intact.
The entire rooftop was drenched in blood... One had to wonder what expressions the family living here would have tomorrow morning, when they woke up to a roof soaked in blood and corpses littering their courtyard.
After admiring the Treasure Saber in his hand for a moment, Fang Shuwen casually tossed it.
"Catch."
The command came without warning, but as Fang Lingxin saw the saber flying toward her, she quickly raised a hand and caught the hilt perfectly.
At the same time, the gazes of Qian Fangxue and the white-haired man finally fell upon Fang Shuwen.
However, their expressions differed.
Qian Fangxue’s gaze was filled with boundless killing intent and apprehension.
The white-haired man’s eyes, however, lit up with delight.
"You are the first true master I have encountered since setting foot in the Eastern Domain!"
Fang Shuwen had no intention of wasting words on him, but he raised an eyebrow at this.
"You’re not from the Eastern Domain?"
"You are not yet qualified to know who I am."
The white-haired man said with a light chuckle:
"However, I can give you an opportunity.
"Hand over the little girl you’re protecting, kneel before me, and I will accept you as my subordinate."
"..."
Fang Shuwen’s lips moved. The white-haired man paused, slightly taken aback.
"What did you say?"
He had seen Fang Shuwen’s mouth move but had heard no sound.
Just as he was wondering, Fang Shuwen suddenly leaped into the air, his Palm Technique crashing down with a roar.
The white-haired man’s expression darkened. Qian Fangxue was already on her feet, thrusting a palm out to intercept.
A massive BOOM erupted!!
Qian Fangxue’s face changed. She had stomped on the chair to borrow power, but the power she borrowed came from the four men holding it aloft.
The four men remained expressionless, but they let out muffled grunts as they were sent flying diagonally off the roof to the ground below.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The moment the four chair-bearers landed, their knees slammed into the ground with a heavy thud.
Then, Fang Shuwen’s curse rang out:
"I SAID YOU’RE SICK IN THE HEAD!!"
