Chapter 329: Chapter 170: Soldier-Devouring Sword
Feng Jihen finally understood why Fang Shuwen had said he alone was surrounding all of them.
And why he’d asked the men from Feng Family Manor to guard the perimeter and not let anyone escape.
With Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts, wiping out this group seemed to be only a matter of time.
If this bunch were to run, it would indeed become quite troublesome.
Realizing this, Feng Jihen acted decisively. With a wave of his hand, the men of Feng Family Manor immediately spread out.
If it came to killing, they might not be a match for these Seven Kills Hall disciples, but simply stopping them from leaving wasn’t too difficult for them.
The Seven Kills Hall Master, wearing his blood-red mask, had a sinister expression.
He was growing restless in his grand armchair. The only reason he hadn’t stood up yet was that he still hadn’t quite processed what was happening.
’How did things turn out like this?’
’Weren’t we the ones who surrounded Fang Shuwen?’
’So why are we the ones being slaughtered by him, screaming endlessly?’
The other masters seated below exchanged glances. Watching the elusive Fang Shuwen, who appeared and disappeared like a ghost, they couldn’t help but feel the urge to retreat.
However, seeing their Hall Master still sitting calmly on the high platform, they managed to keep their legs from carrying them away in a panicked flight.
Little did they know, the Seven Kills Hall Master was panicking too.
Just as the Seven Kills Hall Master was at a complete loss, a blood-red mist suddenly began to spread through the area.
Seeing this, the Seven Kills Hall Master’s eyes sharpened with focus.
’Blood Sea Ghost Lady!’
’I’d almost forgotten about her.’
The Blood Sea Ghost Lady’s Martial Arts were bizarre. In a one-on-one duel, she wasn’t necessarily that formidable.
But on a field littered with corpses, she possessed exceedingly powerful techniques.
Fang Shuwen also noticed the blood mist and instinctively switched from external to internal respiration.
This might sound mystical, but it was merely the effect of one’s Inner Strength forming a self-contained Circulation within the body after opening the Ren and Du Meridians, simulating the effect of breathing.
The greater one’s Inner Strength, the longer this could be sustained.
With Fang Shuwen’s level of Inner Strength, it was hard to say how long he could last—he’d never tested it—but a day or two would be no problem.
This technique allowed him to avoid inhaling the blood mist, just in case it contained a potent poison.
In the blink of an eye, the blood mist became incredibly dense.
At the same time, indistinct figures swayed within the mist. The dead seemed to be rising to their feet, trudging toward Fang Shuwen.
"Smoke and mirrors."
Fang Shuwen sneered and suddenly thrust a single palm downward.
An immense wave of Inner Strength slammed into the ground, creating a powerful gale.
No matter how potent or thick the blood mist was, it was instantly blown away in all directions. An environment where visibility had been less than two meters was suddenly crystal clear.
However, at that moment, everyone—be it Fang Shuwen, Feng Jihen, or the men of Feng Family Manor—was left stunned by the sight before them.
Corpses covered head-to-toe in fresh blood were taking difficult, lurching steps, yet their advance toward Fang Shuwen was unwavering as they reached for him.
"What the hell are these things?
"Blood corpses?"
Fang Shuwen’s brow twitched. He pressed a palm forward, and a low, rumbling BOOM echoed out.
The few blood corpses directly in front of him were shattered by his Palm Power.
As their blood splattered onto the ground, it let out a sizzling HISS and released a puff of white smoke.
Fang Shuwen then glanced at the Seven Kills Hall disciples standing among the blood corpses. Their faces were stiff, and he had a sudden realization:
’The blood mist isn’t poisonous. Otherwise, these men would already be dead.
’But the corpses themselves are venomous... If you touch them, even if it doesn’t kill you, it’ll take a layer of your skin off.
’What kind of bizarre technique is this!?
’A Poison Technique?’
The world was full of wonders, and Fang Shuwen’s knowledge was still limited. For a moment, he couldn’t quite grasp the mechanism behind it.
But he had already located the Blood Sea Ghost Lady.
The woman was cunning as a fox. While Fang Shuwen had been dealing with the Burning Heart Monster, she had slipped back into the crowd.
She had then unleashed the blood mist without a sound.
So much so that even Fang Shuwen hadn’t located her at first. Now, just as his gaze shifted and he was about to leap into action, he heard the Seven Kills Hall Master roar:
"Attack together!!!"
As the words fell, he himself led the charge.
He had finally figured it out.
Residual Snow Black Sword wasn’t going to make a move yet—either out of pride for his status or because he couldn’t find the right opportunity.
Either way, he couldn’t be counted on.
The Blood Sea Ghost Lady’s Martial Arts, however, posed a considerable threat to Fang Shuwen.
The blood mist was strange, and the blood corpses were incredibly venomous. If Fang Shuwen were to be contaminated, it might just produce an unexpected result.
Therefore, he couldn’t let Fang Shuwen kill the Blood Sea Ghost Lady now.
Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts were too profound, and their opportunities were few. While he was wary of these blood corpses, they had to join forces with the Blood Sea Ghost Lady and unite everyone from Seven Kills Hall to attack him. This was their only chance to snatch life from the jaws of death!
And in that instant, the Seven Kills Hall Master felt the advantage was his. Their chances were high.
Seeing that even their Hall Master had made his move, the seven great assassins under his command could no longer afford to sit on the sidelines and watch.
In an instant, seven figures moved as one and vanished from where they stood.
In the blink of an eye, one of them appeared behind Fang Shuwen, a finger already striking toward a fatal pressure point on his back.
At the same time, another appeared above Fang Shuwen’s head, an iron spike in his hand aimed straight for Fang Shuwen’s Baihui Acupoint.
Directly in front was the Seven Kills Hall Master. His right hand was pitch-black, as if it had condensed all the darkness in the world, and it pulsed with boundless killing intent.
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