Obtaining Top Art on Family's Extermination Night

Chapter 339: Chapter 173: Framing (Part 2)

Long Qingzhi’s voice was strained, filled with both anger and self-reproach.

Fang Shuwen gently patted Long Qingzhi’s shoulder.

"It might not have been because of you. It could have been me.

"After all, the two of us are basically public enemies in the Northern Domain Martial World.

"Besides, even if this really is because of us, the ones who should be blaming themselves are those heartless bastards.

"There’s no reason for us, the ones who did nothing, to bear this responsibility while those people get away scot-free."

Hearing this, Long Qingzhi couldn’t help but look at Fang Shuwen.

"Can we find them?"

"They’ve made their move, so they must have left a trail."

Fang Shuwen furrowed his brow slightly, his thoughts unreadable.

Long Qingzhi nodded repeatedly.

"So what do we do now?"

"We wait."

Fang Shuwen said softly,

"Since these people have directed such a play, it won’t end here.

"I expect the next wave of actors is about to take the stage..."

Just as the words left his mouth, Fang Shuwen’s gaze shifted to the distance.

Long Qingzhi followed his line of sight but saw nothing there.

But she wasn’t surprised. Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts were unparalleled, his senses sharp enough to detect disturbances she could not.

Fang Shuwen, however, didn’t just stand there and wait. He moved some of the surrounding bodies, clearing an open space.

He gathered stones to form a fire pit, planning to build a fire and cook.

But he didn’t get the chance.

A figure had already appeared in the village. The person walked, looking around, their pace quickening.

In the blink of an eye, he was in the center of the village.

The moment he saw Fang Shuwen, the SHING of a drawn saber rang out. The figure leaped high into the air, bringing his weapon down in a vicious slash toward Fang Shuwen.

"Demon Evil God, die!"

Fang Shuwen had a sword on his back.

The Soldier-Devouring Sword!

Facing this sudden strike, he simply gripped the hilt and drew the jet-black longsword three inches from its sheath.

The man in mid-air suddenly felt his saber slip from his control, instinctively moving to strike the sword in Fang Shuwen’s hand.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t alter its path in the slightest. His expression changed drastically as he could only watch his saber hack toward the sword Fang Shuwen was drawing.

TING!!!

A single, clear ring—the saber’s final cry.

Most of the blade disintegrated into dust and surged toward the Black Sword, as if it had been devoured by the Soldier-Devouring Sword.

The remaining half was stuck fast to the body of the Soldier-Devouring Sword.

The saber-wielder used all his strength but couldn’t pull the remaining half of his weapon back, breaking out in a nervous sweat.

Only when Fang Shuwen casually returned the sword to its sheath was the man able to retrieve his broken blade. But because he had been pulling with so much force, he nearly fell flat on his ass.

Fortunately, he used a Thousand-Pound Weight technique at the last moment to steady himself.

When he looked up again, his face was twisted with fury.

"Fang Shuwen, you’ll die a dog’s death for slaughtering the innocent!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Shuwen, with his back still to the man, flicked his hand.

With a crisp SMACK, the man’s eyes went wide.

’How did I just get slapped out of nowhere?’

He saw Fang Shuwen methodically take out leftover rations and wild game from his pack, placing some on rocks and skewering others on branches over the fire pit.

While doing this, he spoke coolly,

"I’ve discovered that quite a few of you Northern Domain folk are just begging to be slapped.

"Speak. You use a saber. Are you connected to the Heaven-Slaying Sect?"

The man touched his face. As the reality of what just happened sank in, he finally snapped.

Gripping the broken half of his saber, he charged wildly at Fang Shuwen, his moves devoid of form, as if he only wanted to fight to the death.

But no matter how fast he charged forward, it wasn’t as fast as he flew back.

In an instant, he was sent flying like a sack of rags, smashing violently against the courtyard wall of a nearby house.

The impact left him completely dazed, grimacing in pain.

He slowly slid down the wall to the ground, only for a shadow to fall over him. He looked up, then ground his teeth.

"Demon Evil God! You villain, if you have the guts, then just kill me!!"

"Your Martial Arts are unremarkable, so you don’t seem to be from the Heaven-Slaying Sect. The Heaven-Cutting Saber of the Zhao Clan... the name sounds rather impressive, but I wonder what it’s like when things get serious."

Fang Shuwen casually grabbed his shoulder and dragged him toward the fire pit.

As if to prove his heroic defiance, the man, despite being dragged helplessly, couldn’t stop himself from shouting,

"Fang! If you have any guts, let me go, and we’ll fight for another three hundred rounds!!"

Long Qingzhi shot the man a look and couldn’t help but spit in contempt.

She thought the man was utterly shameless.

’He couldn’t even block a single move, and he’s talking about three hundred rounds?’

’He’s certainly good at flattering himself.’

Fang Shuwen casually tossed him next to the fire pit. He used a slight technique to leave the man limp and paralyzed, then asked,

"Tell me where you’re from."

The young man gritted his teeth and said nothing, merely staring at the surrounding corpses, the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly.

"Fang Shuwen... if the people of the Northern Domain Martial World offended you, then go kill them if you have the guts!

"What glory does slaughtering the common people of my Northern Domain bring you, the Demon Evil God?"

Fang Shuwen didn’t rise to the bait, just smiled faintly.

"You don’t even dare state your own origins, yet you have the nerve to talk about fighting me for three hundred rounds?"

Just as he’d expected, the young man was provoked by this and roared angrily,