章節 5: Crisis On Fang Family 5
Thud!
Seeing the masked man, who had instilled despair, collapse onto the ground, Fang Hanyu's eyes widened in disbelief.
What kind of speed was that?
As a first-rate expert, Fang Hanyu couldn't clearly see Fang Wang's movements from behind. They were too fast, and the sword's speed even quicker.
Fang Wang had struck down a pinnacle-level master with a single blow!
Fang Hanyu questioned himself. Was he too weak, or was Fang Wang too strong? Could it be that he was not truly a first-rate master?
Fang Wang turned around, wiped the sword blade on the masked man's body, and sheathed his sword only after the bloodstains were cleaned off.
He looked up at Fang Hanyu and said, "If you're still able to fight, then go and kill the enemy. Aside from those pinnacle-level masters, you are still very strong."
After speaking, Fang Wang turned and left. His feet performed the Shadowless Step, skimming over the courtyard wall and vanishing into the night.
Fang Hanyu took a deep breath, gripped his sword tightly, and walked in another direction.
...
The Fang Residence was plunged into utter chaos!
Thousands of household guards scrambled to capture the mysterious black-clothed intruders. Each black-clad figure possessed formidable martial skills; even the weakest among them could handle several guards, while the pinnacle-level masters posed a significant threat.
Boom —
Fang Shi, Fang Wang's senior uncle, engaged in a fierce battle with one of the black-clothed figures. The two fought using their True Qi, their robes flapping violently as if to tear apart. The stone slabs beneath them shattered, flowers and plants were scattered, and an old tree nearby trembled.
"Solar Palm Fang Shi, you live up to your reputation, being half a step into the pinnacle realm. If only you weren't the legitimate eldest son of the Fang Family, your martial achievements would be even greater. What a pity!"
The black-clothed opponent, also masked with a white opera mask painted with a devilish smile, sneered.
Fang Shi, in his prime, had palms radiating intense heat. As their True Qi clashed, his palms glowed red, making the surrounding space appear to waver slightly.
"A pinnacle-level master hiding behind a mask lacks the courage of a true martial artist. If I am to be pitied, then you are truly laughable!"
Fang Shi snorted coldly, exerting more strength in his arms. His True Qi surged powerfully, forcing both men to retreat. Fang Shi stepped back eight paces, while his opponent only moved five, indicating a clear disparity.
This scene tightened Fang Shi's heart. As the highest-skilled fighter in the Fang Residence, if he couldn't overcome this opponent, the residence might face annihilation!
He had previously seen several figures with exceptionally quick movements, likely all pinnacle-level masters.
The force mobilizing so many pinnacle-level masters against the Fang Residence...
Fang Shi's expression darkened. He varied his palm techniques, his True Qi surging with an intense heat. Against the night backdrop, he appeared strikingly formidable.
The black-clothed adversary, weaponless, lifted his right leg, his entire body tense and radiating a thrilling pent-up power.
The two men locked eyes before charging fiercely.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
In their close-quarters combat, Fang Shi used his powerful palms, each strike seeming to overwhelm multiple forces. The black-clothed figure countered with agile footwork and swift kicks, moving with the speed of the wind and the force of thunder. Dust and pebbles flew around as their violent energy clashed.
The guards outside the courtyard watched in horror, unable to assist Fang Shi as they struggled to keep up with the rapid movements of the black-clothed figures.
Hundreds surrounded the courtyard and lined the walls, arrows nocked and bows drawn. Yet, their eyes couldn't follow the movements of the black-clad assassins.
The Fang Residence was a battleground of chaos—courtyards, corridors, gardens, and rooftops were filled with fierce clashes. Despite the residence's lack of many martial experts, the trained family members and guards fought valiantly. Fang Meng, a celebrated Duke with a battlefield legacy, had instilled an indomitable spirit in his family, even after he relinquished his military power.
Yet, even with their efforts, the black-clothed assassins, highly skilled in martial arts, were gaining the upper hand. The assassins handled themselves with ease, and members of the Fang Residence continued to fall, as murderous intent and terror enveloped the estate.
Fang Wang, despite his formidable martial arts skills, was still mortal and unable to be everywhere at once. His efforts resulted in many black-clothed intruders falling, but the chaos continued unabated.
Atop the highest building in the Fang Residence, a tower housing the family's collected books, stood the Blue-Robed Daoist. He observed the scene below, shrouded in the night, and smiled with a hint of disdain.
"Not bad martial skills. He could be considered a genuine pinnacle-level warrior. If I hadn't arrived, the Prime Minister's plans might have faltered."
The Blue-Robed Daoist, a practitioner of Cultivation, saw himself as far superior to mere martial artists. He lifted his left hand, releasing a Yellow Talisman from his sleeve. The talisman glowed, casting a faint light on his face.
His gaze then shifted to a figure in red standing atop an old tree, watching him intently from a distance. It was Zhou Xue.
Zhou Xue's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. Her recognition of the Blue-Robed Daoist triggered a mixture of hatred and excitement. This recognition confirmed her fears and resolved her suspicions about the recent strange occurrences.
The Blue-Robed Daoist, feeling Zhou Xue's intense gaze, frowned. Despite sensing danger, he initially thought Zhou Xue might be another cultivator. However, her lack of aura or magic artifacts led him to reconsider.
Without hesitation, the Blue-Robed Daoist leaped into the air, moving swiftly like a gray eagle in the night sky, targeting Zhou Xue.
Zhou Xue, reacting instantly, jumped from the tree and vanished into the night. The Blue-Robed Daoist followed with agility, closing in rapidly.
In mid-air, the Blue-Robed Daoist tapped the courtyard wall lightly with his toes and swung his horsetail whisk towards Zhou Xue. In response, Zhou Xue threw five flying darts in various arcs toward him.
The Blue-Robed Daoist's eyebrows arched as his killing intent sharpened.
...
Bang!
A figure crashed through the courtyard wall, debris scattering. He collapsed onto the stone path, limbs twisted unnaturally—a chilling sight.
Fang Wang withdrew his right leg, his expression icy as he surveyed the fallen body. Despite this being his first kill, he felt no discomfort. The brutal deaths of many from the Fang Residence, including kin, had hardened him with hatred.
He had already dispatched thirty-seven black-clothed intruders, including three pinnacle-level masters. Though many witnesses saw his prowess, the Fang Residence was still in peril, leaving no time for admiration. His focus remained on eliminating the enemy.
Fang Wang proceeded towards the main hall where his parents were. Concern for their safety drove him, as he had avoided using his True Qi to save it for more critical moments, relying on lethal techniques to end his enemies.
Soon, Fang Wang reached the vicinity of the main hall. Five hundred servants had tightly surrounded the courtyard, with a dozen black-clothed corpses already strewn about. Despite being covered in dust, Fang Wang's white clothes remained unstained. The servants recognized him and made way.
Relieved to see his parents alive, Fang Wang sighed.
"Wang'er, come here quick, it's dangerous outside!" Lady Jiang, his mother, urgently called out to him.
Seeing his son safe, Fang Yin also sighed with relief. Just as he was about to speak, a thunderous noise from the west drew everyone's attention.
Fang Wang turned to see a dazzling burst of golden light reflecting on his face, causing his pupils to dilate. The sight was equally shocking to everyone; it was as if they had seen a ghost.
In the west, amidst the golden light rising between the buildings, stood a figure suspended in the air, holding up the light against the moonlit backdrop. Fang Wang's keen eyesight revealed the figure's true form: it was the Blue-Robed Daoist, balanced on one foot atop a wooden sword, a horsetail whisk in his right hand, and a Yellow Talisman in his left hand emitting a continuous golden glow.
"What is that?"
"How is it possible for a person to stand in the air?"
"It's a ghost! A ghost has come to destroy our Fang Residence!"
"It must be a trick. Even a top martial arts expert couldn't possibly stand suspended in the air!"
"If it were an illusion, why would so many experts be attacking tonight?"
Panic spread among the people around the Fang Residence. Even armed servants were frightened, with some already kneeling and praying.
Ignoring the chaos, Fang Wang moved towards the Blue-Robed Daoist. Lady Jiang noticed this and cried out, "Wang'er, what are you doing?"
"Don't worry, Mother, I will be right back," Fang Wang replied before leaping into the air. Soaring like a roc, he landed on a distant rooftop and continued forward, leaving the onlookers astonished.
Fang Jin, the third son, marveled, "Fifth brother, Wang'er's Nimbleness technique is incredible. Even our eldest brother couldn't leap so high immediately."
Fang Yin watched in stunned silence as Fang Wang disappeared into the distance.
Fang Meng, the head of the family, focused intently on the Blue-Robed Daoist. His face, usually composed, showed signs of grave concern. He whispered to himself, barely audible, "Cultivator!"
...
In the damaged courtyard, Zhou Xue, her hair slightly disheveled and blood at the corner of her mouth, looked up at the Qingyi Daoist hovering above. Her left arm, obviously dislocated, hung loosely by her side.
"Girl, such a tyrannical poison. This is not something an ordinary person can create. Which sect are you from? Could it be Verdant Insect Grove?" The Blue-Robed Daoist's cold voice carried disdain as he looked down at Zhou Xue.
Zhou Xue furrowed her brows and coldly retorted, "What treasures are you still hiding on you?"
The Qingyi Daoist's eyes flashed with fierce light, his killing intent palpable. He snorted coldly, "Unwilling to talk? Then die!"
He thrust the Yellow Talisman towards Zhou Xue, unleashing a torrent of golden beams that rained down upon her. Zhou Xue tried to dodge, but the beams were too swift.
Feeling her limits, she realized she might have to resort to desperate measures. Just as the golden beams were about to strike, Fang Wang's arm caught her right arm and pulled her away from the deadly assault. The beams struck the ground, piercing through walls, stone slabs, and tree trunks with extreme sharpness.
Zhou Xue turned her head and glimpsed Fang Wang's youthful, handsome profile.
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