Chapter 210: Chapter 130: I Don’t Know You
But things had already come to this. If he couldn’t kill this man, his family elders’ plans would come to nothing. He had already let the Unclean Monk and his men be killed by Fang Shuwen; there was no way he could explain that when he returned.
At this thought, a grim resolve settled in his heart.
Suddenly, after blocking another one of Fang Shuwen’s fists, he let out a furious roar. Unleashing a wild surge of Inner Strength, he forced Fang Shuwen back a step.
Immediately after, a series of sounds rang out. SHIIING! SHIIING! SHIIING!!!
The ceaseless ringing of swords emanated from all around him—it was none other than streams of Sword Qi, swirling around him.
As the white-haired man activated his Mental Method, the streams of Sword Qi arranged themselves behind him, shining as brilliantly as the stars. With a low shout, he stepped forward into a lunge, formed a sword-finger with his right hand, and thrust it toward Fang Shuwen.
"River of Sword Qi!!"
Boundless Sword Qi instantly billowed out from behind him, forming a surging, torrential river!
No one had ever seen such potent Sword Qi, nor had anyone ever attempted to block such a majestic technique head-on.
Merely witnessing this technique was enough to make one feel utterly insignificant.
Anyone struck by this technique would be annihilated, leaving not even bones behind, regardless of what Body-Protecting Divine Technique they possessed.
It was a river forged from condensed Sword Qi. In its path, no life could possibly exist.
And now, that river was surging toward Fang Shuwen.
At this sight, the eyes of every spectator perched on the rooftops along the street went wide.
Shui Qianrou and Fang Lingxin, in particular, felt their hearts leap into their throats.
The countless sword-shadows reflected in Fang Shuwen’s gaze. He gave a slight nod, then suddenly jabbed a finger forward with his right hand.
Four Seas Shocking Emperor Finger!
His Finger Power shot out like a spear, parting the wind and cleaving the waves.
If the River of Sword Qi was a river, then Fang Shuwen’s attack had undeniably carved a path straight through its center.
He hadn’t forced the river back, but had simply blazed a trail through its midst.
He was like an immovable boulder in a raging river; no matter how fiercely the water churned, it could not be swayed in the slightest.
Then, as Fang Shuwen’s attack reached the halfway point, it erupted in an incredibly brilliant explosion of sound.
Every person who witnessed this found their gaze irresistibly drawn to the attack.
The breathtaking spectacle of that instant was destined to become an indelible memory for all who laid eyes on it.
As the explosion rang out, the River of Sword Qi shattered. The dissipating Sword Qi gouged countless slash marks into the buildings on either side.
A massive crater appeared in the ground. The white-haired man, caught in the explosive force of the attack, violently spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backward.
His footwork shifted rapidly in midair before he finally landed back on the ground.
"Quite the Demon Evil God... I will remember this!
"We shall meet again!!"
Having said his piece, he turned to flee.
He couldn’t be bothered with anything else. Even his River of Sword Qi had failed to stop Fang Shuwen. Instead, he had been wounded by a single finger strike. The power of that attack made him feel as if Fang Shuwen had been holding back...
’If I stay any longer, I’m really going to die.’
He had consumed so many Treasures of Heaven and Earth since childhood and received guidance from so many masters, all so that he could one day stand at the pinnacle of the Jianghu.
It was not so he could die in some nameless little town in the Eastern Domain.
Compared to his own life, any and all plans were a joke.
But just as he prepared to leap away, he heard a vicious rush of air from behind and a cold voice that followed:
"Coming and going as you please? What do you take me for?"
He spun around hastily, only to see Fang Shuwen’s Palm Technique already right before his eyes.
Not daring to be careless, he channeled his power and struck out with both palms to meet the attack.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
A continuous series of explosions erupted between them. The white-haired man’s face darkened as he felt waves of ever-increasing force pressing down on him. He roared in fury:
"Don’t you... push things too far!!!"
He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was the one who had brought men here to capture Shui Qianrou.
Otherwise, why would this battle be happening today?
Fang Shuwen paid his words no mind, treating them as nothing but hot air. The True Qi in his body had already been fully converted by the Muscle Strengthening Scripture Divine Technique, and his power was steadily increasing, nearly reaching the level he had used to obliterate the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master.
The white-haired youth’s face grew increasingly flushed as he pushed his Inner Strength to its absolute limit.
Wisps of white steam began to rise from the crown of his head. ’This man’s Power... it seems endless. Even if I use all my strength to resist, it’s completely useless.’
"How can this be..."
He couldn’t believe it, and yet, he had no choice but to.
When he had exerted all his strength and still couldn’t block Fang Shuwen’s Palm Power, his only option was to fall back.
Each step backward landed with a heavy thud. He was forced back seven consecutive steps, not a single one of them voluntary.
After the seventh step, he was no longer retreating but was being physically pushed backward by Fang Shuwen.
The ground beneath his feet cracked and exploded with every inch he was forced to give.
Finally, after being driven back thirteen zhang, he could no longer hold it in and coughed up another mouthful of blood. By fourteen zhang, blood was streaming from all seven of his orifices.
At the fifteenth zhang, the veins on his forehead bulged, his face was so red it seemed steeped in blood, and his eyes were completely bloodshot.
But at that moment, Fang Shuwen ceased his overwhelming assault of Palm Power. With a sudden twist, he pried the white-haired man’s hands apart and immediately drove a palm straight into his chest.
PFFT!!!
As the palm struck home, blood gushed from the white-haired man’s seven orifices, and his body was sent flying backward uncontrollably.
But while still in mid-air, he was yanked back by Fang Shuwen using the North Nether Divine Technique.
Fang Shuwen’s five fingers clamped onto the man’s head, and he viciously slammed him down onto the ground.
