Chapter 331: Chapter 170: Soldier-Devouring Sword (3)
Once it was unleashed, the Fire Force between heaven and earth merged perfectly with the Palm Power of Anger Burning Heaven.
The Palm Power’s range was vast, the flames intensely scorching. It was as if a Flame Demon God had descended from the heavens to unleash its divine might and incinerate all creation.
SIZZLE, SIZZLE, SIZZLE!!
The moment each blood corpse touched the flames, it was snuffed out.
The disciples of Seven Kills Hall screamed incessantly as the Palm Wind fanned the flames, scorching them inside and out. It seared their skin and flesh, and even damaged their muscles and bones.
Although they didn’t die immediately from the Palm Power, they were doomed to perish in the Fire Force.
Witnessing such divine might, along with Fang Shuwen’s enormous Dharma Aspect, Feng Jihen’s legs trembled uncontrollably.
Even though he knew Fang Shuwen was helping them, he couldn’t stop a feeling of terror from rising in his heart.
If even he was like this, the faces of the others from Feng Family Manor turned deathly pale.
’What kind of reinforcement did our Young Mistress bring back?’
’This isn’t a savior at all; this is a Demon God!’
Fortunately, the attack came and went quickly. In the blink of an eye, the Dharma Aspect behind him had already dissipated without a trace.
Fang Shuwen casually shook his hand and looked up at Residual Snow Black Sword, who was still seated on the upturned eaves. With a single step, his figure suddenly materialized before him.
He unleashed a kick, aimed straight at the man’s face.
Residual Snow Black Sword reacted instinctively, raising his Black Sword horizontally to block. BANG!
The eaves shattered, and Residual Snow Black Sword shot downward like a meteor, smashing violently onto the ground.
However, his Body Technique was peculiar. He didn’t crash completely, instead maintaining an odd posture as he slid backward to dissipate the impact.
"Not bad."
The instant after Fang Shuwen uttered those two words, he was already in front of Residual Snow Black Sword.
Residual Snow Black Sword’s expression changed. He knew that if he didn’t draw his sword now, he would likely never get another chance to in his life.
In truth, he felt quite aggrieved.
His thinking hadn’t actually been wrong.
When facing a person like Fang Shuwen, it was always right to be cautious.
Since there were people like the Burning Heart Monster, the Blood Sea Ghost Lady, and the Seven Kills Hall Master to act as pawns, he could sit on high and observe the battle, hoping to find a weakness in Fang Shuwen and clinch victory.
His mistake was overestimating himself and underestimating Fang Shuwen.
Looking back on the battle, the only opportunity he’d had to strike was the moment Fang Shuwen was surrounded by the Seven Kills Hall Master and the others.
Even if he had attacked at that moment, he still might not have been able to harm Fang Shuwen.
But it had been his only chance.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t seized it.
He had thought it impossible for Fang Shuwen to escape alive, even believing that he would die at that very moment.
But in the time it took to look away for a moment, the Seven Kills Hall Master was already gone.
After that, it was just Fang Shuwen’s one-man show.
He captured the Blood Sea Ghost Lady, then followed up with Fire God’s Fury and Anger Burning Heaven to clear the field.
The whole process was so fast that Residual Snow Black Sword didn’t even have a chance to react.
And Fang Shuwen was truly not the kind of person to give others a second chance.
The moment he wiped out the Seven Kills Hall, he came straight for him without a word of warning.
This had also caught Residual Snow Black Sword by surprise.
’I’m a renowned expert, after all—a master with a name and reputation in the Jianghu.’
’Shouldn’t it be common courtesy to exchange a few words before attacking?’
’But no... he just came at me with a kick. What kind of freak has the Eastern Domain produced?’
Seeing Fang Shuwen charge at him again, he instinctively grabbed the hilt of his sword.
Yet before the blade could even leave its sheath, Fang Shuwen’s fist was already upon him.
If Shangguan Ying were alive to see this, he would surely have felt immensely gratified.
And he would certainly have had a lot in common to talk about with Residual Snow Black Sword.
A pity Shangguan Ying was dead.
And now, Residual Snow Black Sword had no time to draw his sword.
The fist was already there!
BANG!!!
His backward momentum, which had never ceased, accelerated once more.
A sweet taste welled up in Residual Snow Black Sword’s throat, and blood was already trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Fang Shuwen’s eyes lit up. Without another word, he followed with another punch... then two, then three...
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Residual Snow Black Sword was constantly retreating, spitting more and more blood from the corner of his mouth.
His sword remained in its sheath. Though he desperately wanted to draw it, Fang Shuwen’s Fist Force was like a relentless tide, giving him no opportunity to even breathe.
’Since he insisted on posturing, Fang Shuwen would accommodate him by making sure he stayed silent to the very end!’
CRASH!!!
His body crashed through an unknown number of rooms, his insides already a complete wreck.
His meridians were severed, his bones broken, his chest caved in, and his wrist shattered.
At this point, even if he wanted to draw his sword, he couldn’t.
His body finally came to rest, embedded in a wall.
It wasn’t that the wall was any thicker than the others. Rather, Fang Shuwen had used less Inner Strength, because Residual Snow Black Sword had already reached his limit.
Fang Shuwen ambled over to him and casually took the sword from his hand.
"Gi... give..."
Residual Snow Black Sword managed to force the words out.
Fang Shuwen frowned and smashed a fist into his head.
"I can’t stand it when people repeat their words. A grown man, too. How disgusting."
His entire head was driven into the wall. Even as he died, his eyes were filled with confusion.
’Who was repeating words!?’
’I was telling you to give it back!!’
’Fine, kill me if you want, but to steal my sword... and you have the nerve to act like you’re in the right?!’
Unfortunately, he would never be able to say those words.
Fang Shuwen, however, raised the sword. After a moment’s contemplation, he did what Residual Snow Black Sword had failed to do even at the moment of his death... He drew the blade.
HUMMMMM!!!
The instant the blade was unsheathed, a humming sound filled the air, and the rubble on the ground began to tremble.
"One of the seven Demon Swords of Wind-Fire Lan Shan... Soldier-Devouring!"
Fang Shuwen shook his head slightly and sheathed the sword.
"Thank you for gifting me this sword. Also, your Martial Arts were actually quite decent. You took that many punches from me before dying. You were no weaker than the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master."
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