Chapter 1670: Chapter 1669: Battle Against the Upper Level Divine Race
General Wang let out a cold laugh. That cackling sound was like some kind of bird crying in the night. It sounded strange, sending a chill down one’s spine.
"Master Fang, back at Old Jiang’s place just now, you were quite impressive. Everyone was giving you face, everyone had to apologize to you. Truly glorious. But unfortunately for you, we came prepared on two fronts."
Hearing this.
Fang Yu didn’t find it strange at all.
At this point, if they wanted to kill someone but didn’t prepare thoroughly, that would be real stupidity. Relying solely on Old Jiang to suppress him, even if it worked, there was no way it would kill him.
Old Jiang was, after all, a high-ranking figure. He would not casually meddle in the trivial matters of the Divine Race.
But now it was different.
No one knew Old Jiang was one of Fang Yu’s trump cards.
"What we did at Old Jiang’s house was just the first step in putting pressure on you, but I truly didn’t expect him to speak up for you in the end. Really broadened my horizons. I don’t even know what kind of Love Potion you fed Old Jiang. But none of that matters anymore. Today, you die."
"So this is your so-called ’two fronts’? You’re going to ambush and kill me halfway here?"
"That’s right. I must answer to my dead wife. My poor wife died full of resentment. That is something that cannot be tolerated in the Divine Race."
"You’re really good at shirking responsibility. You brought all of this on yourselves, and now you’re pinning it on me? I’m honestly impressed."
"Things have come to this; what else do you have to say?"
"In that case, let’s settle it with our hands."
"You think just this few of you can kill me?" Fang Yu shook his head, feeling they were underestimating him far too much.
"No, no, no. It’s not just my clan. The Ding Family is here too."
As he said this, quite a few members of the Divine Race appeared at his side, one phantom after another standing behind him. A quick count showed at least twenty of them.
General Ding also walked out from the darkness, hatred flickering in his eyes.
He hated this young man even more than General Wang did. If not for this young man, his son would not be dead.
Ding Zhen glared at Fang Yu, his face full of hatred.
"Master Fang, it’s about time to put an end to you. Say it—how do you want to die?!"
"You’re ambushing me halfway like this, and you’re not afraid the Divine Race will find out?"
"Don’t worry. This is a newly established space, not within the Star Domain of the Divine Race."
"To set me up here, you really went to a lot of trouble. Must’ve cost quite a bit to open up this space, huh?"
"No matter how much it cost, it’s worth it to kill you!"
Ye Wenjun’s brows tightened slightly.
Now that things had reached this point, he could no longer continue hiding his strength. He casually drew his Water Cold Sword.
When the Water Cold Sword appeared in the darkness, the radiance it emitted by virtue of being a Divine Artifact startled the other side.
The Divine Race naturally recognized their own artifacts and could sense their unique auras. But the aura Ye Wenjun was releasing now felt strange to them—utterly unfamiliar.
Ye Wenjun said coldly,
"You talk too damn much. Let’s settle it with our hands!"
General Wang thought it over. At this point, why bother figuring out who he was? The man was as good as dead anyway.
What they hadn’t expected was this—
Ye Wenjun’s sudden charge caught them off guard.
His whole body shot forward like a bolt of lightning, straight at their faces.
Bang, bang, bang.
Sword Light pierced out.
In the turn of a body, Ye Wenjun had already exchanged several rounds with General Wang.
Everyone watching was stunned.
They never imagined that just someone by Master Fang’s side, a nameless little girl they’d never heard of, would be this powerful.
Roughly gauging his strength, he should at least be at the level of an Upper Level God.
Ye Wenjun had long felt these people were talking way too much crap.
During this period, Ye Wenjun had been suppressing his rage the entire time on the Divine Race’s turf. Especially ever since he was dragged over from the Heavenly Ladder, he’d been looking for a chance to take revenge. Unfortunately, there hadn’t been one here.
Now that they were offering themselves up to die, all of Ye Wenjun’s pent-up fury erupted in this instant.
Surging Energy exploded out, violently fierce.
The members of the Divine Race were all utterly shocked by what they saw.
This wasn’t the fighting style of the Divine Race at all—this was clearly a human style. They just never expected that the human way of attacking had become this terrifying.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
General Wang suddenly felt he was having trouble holding on.
The surrounding space felt like it was being pinned down.
All the fluctuating Energy and rules were being locked in place.
He found it hard to comprehend.
What the hell was going on?
"General Wang, do you need support?" Ding Zhen and the other members of the Divine Race were standing off to the side, watching.
"No need. She’s just a girl. I can handle her."
General Wang was, after all, a battle-hardened big shot. His combat experience was unmatched; many people were no match for him. Even those at the same level might not necessarily beat him.
However—
He suddenly felt that this Ye Wenjun was anything but simple. Or rather, Ye Sijun.
For the sake of his pride, he was too embarrassed to ask for help.
He could only grit his teeth and fight head-on.
But as the battle went on, he felt more and more powerless.
Bang, bang, bang.
Sky-breaking Sword Light.
Countless streaks of Sword Light blossomed like fireworks in the sky.
All of them pressed in on General Wang alone.
The space was further suppressed; there was no way to break free.
He tried to tear open space to jump away, only to find he couldn’t.
How was this possible?
With a bang—
A bizarre Sword Light, different in color from the rest, carrying a ghostly blue glow, slammed straight into General Wang’s chest.
General Wang’s body was sent flying backward.
He spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
"General Wang!!" All the Divine Race present cried out in unison, faces full of disbelief at the scene before them.
They could not believe that an unknown little girl had actually defeated General Wang.
Master Fang hadn’t even made a move.
Fang Yu only smiled faintly at this moment, watching everything before him.
He stood there like a Martial Arts grandmaster, everything under his control.
Suddenly, they felt that it wasn’t them ambushing Master Fang—
It was Master Fang who had been waiting for them.
An indescribable terror washed over them.
Three members of the Divine Race rushed up and helped General Wang to his feet.
General Wang stared at Ye Wenjun, his face filled with shock.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that none of you are leaving today!" Ye Wenjun’s voice was still icily Heartless.
"I didn’t expect you to have such an expert at your side, Master Fang."
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