Chapter 326: Chapter 169: We Have Them Surrounded
"Who’s there?"
The massive crash at the door could be heard by anyone who wasn’t deaf.
And so, the moment Fang Shuwen led Hu Yue’e into the dungeon, a group of disciples from the Seven Kills Hall charged toward them.
The Seven Kills Hall was an assassin organization in the Northern Domain Martial World.
Its disciples all wore blood-red robes and used a single saber as their primary weapon. However, every disciple of the Seven Kills Hall was also proficient in a secondary weapon, a type of Hidden Weapon, a poison, and a Body Technique known as the Ghost Shadow Step.
This versatility gave them more options when assassinating a target, allowing for greater flexibility.
During an assassination, things could always go wrong for one reason or another, leaving an assassin in a situation beyond their control.
In such a scenario, knowing only one weapon was practically a death sentence.
For this same reason, the attacks of the Seven Kills Hall disciples were often chaotic.
They were experts in solo assassination. When charging as a group, they rarely coordinated their attacks or defended one another. In fact, given the nature of their profession, those in the back were always eyeing the vital points of the men in front, like the napes of their necks.
As a result, when facing a group from the Seven Kills Hall, the assassins gave off a hesitant, reluctant impression, with no one wanting to take the lead.
The men didn’t advance, but their Hidden Weapons did.
In the flickering firelight, Iron Thorns, Shuttle Darts, Plum Blossom Darts... a whole assortment of Hidden Weapons, all gleaming with a sinister blue light, flew indiscriminately toward Fang Shuwen and Hu Yue’e.
Hu Yue’e’s face went pale, but Fang Shuwen had already stepped forward. As he clenched his right hand into a fist, the torches throughout the dungeon suddenly flared and roared.
A powerful gust of wind seemed to manifest the moment he made a fist, swirling through the air and making the flames dance wildly.
In the next instant, Fang Shuwen strode forward and threw a punch—Four Shocks and Waves Splitting!
BAM!!!
The first wave of the Fist Force crashed down. All the incoming Hidden Weapons were stopped dead in their tracks, as if smashed by a tidal wave.
The Second Layer of the Fist Force slammed directly into the Seven Kills Hall disciples.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!!
In an instant, they were spitting up blood, their bones shattering. Some were even torn limb from limb.
By this point, however, they had lost control of their bodies. Propelled backward by the attack, they were forced to bear the full brunt of the Third and Fourth Layers of the Fist Force.
As the final layer of Fist Force erupted, all the Seven Kills Hall disciples were dead.
Hu Yue’e felt as if she had forgotten how to breathe!
’One punch!?’
’Just one punch!?’
’The Seven Kills Hall disciples left guarding the Feng Family Manor dungeon... all dead!?’
There were many rumors about Fang Shuwen in the Northern Domain, but most were negative.
People didn’t talk about what Ye Wucheng had done in the Eastern Domain. They only spread tales of Fang Shuwen’s boundless audacity, of how arrogant and unbridled he’d been since arriving in the Northern Domain.
Some even claimed that Fang Shuwen was nothing more than a joke concocted by the Eastern Domain.
That he wasn’t actually that powerful at all.
That whole "Demon Evil God of the Blood-Stained Sky" moniker? Complete nonsense.
To be fair, not everyone in the Northern Domain was hostile to Fang Shuwen.
Take the Feng Family Manor, for instance. Or the factions that had no intention of capturing Long Qingzhi and no love for the Sword God Palace. They bore Fang Shuwen no ill will.
But their understanding of him was also the most superficial.
Based on what Hu Yue’e had heard, Fang Shuwen was little more than an ignorant brat who didn’t know his own limits.
It wasn’t until he had casually crushed the warhammer that she began to realize how terrifying he was.
But now she was discovering that she had still gravely underestimated his terrifying power.
Fang Shuwen was far more terrifying than she had ever imagined.
The dungeon wasn’t empty. The Feng Family Manor had originally built it to imprison ill-intentioned trespassers.
But now, the cages were filled with the Feng family’s own people.
These prisoners had also witnessed that single punch, and they too felt their breath catch in their throats.
But then, someone recognized Hu Yue’e.
"Young... Young Mistress!?"
"The Young Mistress brought reinforcements!!"
"Such a powerful young man. Who is he?"
Fang Shuwen didn’t satisfy their curiosity. Instead, he looked at Hu Yue’e.
"Where are your husband and son?"
"This way. Please follow me, Hero Fang."
Hu Yue’e dared not hesitate. Stepping over the corpses that littered the floor, she led Fang Shuwen deeper into the dungeon.
The imprisoned Feng Family Manor disciples in the surrounding cells weren’t anxious.
With such a powerful ally here, their own freedom was only a matter of time. It was more important to rescue the priority targets first.
Soon, Hu Yue’e found the ones she was looking for.
A pale-faced man covered in wounds, and a small boy who looked to be only six or seven.
"Husband, Tong’er!"
At her soft cry, the two figures in the cell started and whipped their heads around.
When the child saw Hu Yue’e, his lip quivered, and he looked ready to cry.
But he seemed to remember something, forced back his tears, and tugged on the pale-faced man’s clothes.
Feng Jihen was also in disbelief. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring his son, and rushed to the bars of the cell in a few quick strides. He reached out a hand to touch Hu Yue’e’s face.
But his fingertips trembled, wanting to touch her, yet daring not to.
It was Hu Yue’e who reached out and pressed his hand to her own cheek.
Only then did Feng Jihen speak, his lips trembling.
"It’s really you... You... you came back?"
"Husband, you..."
As she spoke, her pupils suddenly contracted. Her eyes fell upon her husband’s empty right sleeve, and tears instantly streamed down her face.
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