Free Web NovelChapter 268: Chapter 149: Creek Swordsmanship_3
He stomped down, brutally forcing the Palace Master of the Sword God Palace—the elder brother of the Northern Domain Sword God, Ye Wufeng—to kneel on the ground.
As if kowtowing to a Demon God!
However, it wasn’t over yet. Fang Shuwen raised his foot again...
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
BOOM!!!
With three consecutive stomps, accompanied by the crisp crack of breaking bone, one of Ye Wucheng’s legs was completely shattered.
Everyone watching sucked in a sharp, cold breath.
It was as if those three stomps hadn’t just landed on Ye Wucheng’s leg, but on their own hearts as well.
Fear was plain to see on many faces.
Some even muttered in low voices:
"Truly... he truly lives up to the name Demon Evil God!"
"Such ferocious power... Even old Demons famous for decades would tremble at the mention of his name."
Fang Shuwen didn’t care what others thought, and Ye Wucheng was in no state to care.
Overwhelmed by intense pain, he could no longer hold the treasured sword he had desperately clung to just moments before. The blade clattered to the ground, followed by another sharp crack of breaking bone.
Fang Shuwen had completely snapped his right wrist.
Simultaneously, a series of muffled bangs echoed. BANG BANG BANG! BANG BANG BANG!
Fang Shuwen’s Inner Strength invaded his meridians, setting off a chain reaction through his acupoints. They began to detonate with violent force, each shattered point erupting in a spray of blood.
In just a few moments, all of Ye Wucheng’s meridians were severed. He had lost all power to resist.
Only then did Fang Shuwen release Ye Wucheng’s hands.
’Ye Wucheng’s Martial Arts are actually quite impressive,’ he mused. ’It’s just his bad luck that he ran into me.’
’Though I don’t know the reputation of that Creek Swordsmanship, I can tell I didn’t let him unleash its full power. I interrupted him mid-execution.’
’If I’d let him perform it with his full strength, who knows what kind of spectacle it might have been?’
But it was too late for that now.
Fang Shuwen looked at the man before him.
"Where did those Elixir Pills come from?"
He still wanted to get to the bottom of this question.
He had a nagging feeling that the effects of the pill Gu Panxi took were suspiciously similar to the effects of cultivating the Cyan Corpse Record.
There had been that one bizarre incident on the way to Pojun City, but nothing since.
It left Fang Shuwen with a faint but persistent sense of unease.
He was the kind of person who detested feeling like he was in danger...
It robbed him of his sleep and appetite.
The memories of his past were impossible to erase: the path he’d walked for years, his most helpless moments when he didn’t know where his next meal was coming from, when he could have died on the street at any moment.
This current feeling of unease was identical to the one he’d felt back then.
That was why, when he learned he had made an enemy of Dragon Emperor Hall—an organization known for its vindictiveness—he was determined to do whatever it took to find Undying Island, find Dragon Emperor Hall, and kill this Dragon Emperor, whatever it might be.
Only then could he have some peace of mind.
"You want to know?"
Ye Wucheng, looking miserable, gritted his teeth and spoke.
"Fine, I’ll tell you...
"This item comes from Unjust Death City... If you have the guts, go ahead and look for them!!"
Fang Shuwen paused for a moment. ’Unjust Death City?’
’I think I’ve heard of it...’ A moment later, he remembered.
Chen Yan had mentioned it before.
It was a power that could not be ignored, highly mysterious. Heaven-Reaching Pavilion had tried to infiltrate it more than once, but all attempts had ended in failure.
’Could it be that Unjust Death City is connected to the Cyan Corpse Record?’
’Were they the ones who secretly gave the Cyan Corpse Record to the Black Death Sect?’
’And were they the ones who supplied the Elixir Pills to Ye Wucheng, Jue Tong, and Gu Panxi?’
’Aren’t those people supposed to be reclusive?’
’So what explains all this activity?’
Thinking of this, he immediately asked:
"How did you get involved with Unjust Death City?"
"...They came to us. We did not seek them out."
Ye Wucheng took a deep breath.
"Kid, I have lost today... and I accept my defeat completely!
"I only ask for a quick death!"
Fang Shuwen glanced around silently, but Ye Wufeng did not burst onto the scene to save his brother. For some reason, he felt a little disappointed.
He didn’t make things difficult for Ye Wucheng any longer. He raised a hand, preparing to bring it down on the man’s Celestial Spirit and grant him a quick death.
Just then, however, his brow furrowed.
He whipped his head around, his hand shooting out to grab a head.
He froze for a second.
’What the hell is this?’
’Isn’t this the guy that masked Swordsman knocked out earlier?’
’Speaking of which... where did that masked Swordsman go?’
Suddenly, a voice echoed from afar:
"Watch out, Donor Fang! His techniques are treacherous, and his Martial Arts are astonishing!!"
As the warning came, the person in his grasp let out a sinister cackle.
His two hands suddenly elongated, shooting straight for the vital point on Fang Shuwen’s chest.
This sudden attack, coming out of nowhere, genuinely startled Fang Shuwen.
"Holy crap!!"
His exclamation was accompanied by a sickening CRUNCH.
As everyone knows, it’s hard to control one’s strength when startled.
And Fang Shuwen happened to be gripping this person’s head.
Whether you’d call him lucky or unlucky... he was the first person to ever experience Fang Shuwen using his full strength.
The price was his head, which was crushed into a pulp.
The headless corpse dropped without warning. As it fell, its body grew at a visible rate, returning to a normal human size in the blink of an eye.
Bone Shrinking Technique!
This Martial Art isn’t considered particularly impressive, and its practitioners are often looked down upon.
But the Bone Shrinking Technique used by this person was completely different.
He could change his body’s size in an instant. Combined with his sharp, ruthless techniques and cruel, vicious moves, he was truly not someone to be underestimated.
Unfortunately for him, while he might have been a terror to others...
...facing Fang Shuwen was simply a death wish.
Fang Shuwen shook the blood from his hand with some disgust, then wiped it on the corpse on the ground.
"That startled me..."
He wasn’t exaggerating. He had genuinely been startled.
No matter how advanced your Martial Arts, you can’t be immune to jump scares.
He turned back to see Ye Wucheng staring at him expectantly, so he obliged and brought his palm down on the crown of the man’s head.
Ye Wucheng’s body shuddered. Blood streamed from his seven orifices as the light in his eyes faded. He died on the spot.
With his death, the matter was finally closed.
Just then, a burst of loud laughter echoed from a high platform above.
Fang Shuwen followed the sound with his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
The one laughing wildly was Chen Qi. He held up the Seven-String Ancient Chapter.
"When the snipe and the clam grapple, it is the fisherman who profits!
"We at Dragon Emperor Hall will be taking this Seven-String Ancient Chapter."
With that, he leaped over Chen Yan, who was still writing furiously, and his footsteps echoed down the stairs as he vanished from sight. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Yet of all the Jianghu people present, not a single one dared to give chase.
They all stared expectantly at Fang Shuwen...
Fang Shuwen paused.
"Why is everyone looking at me?"
"Um... can we... can we go after him?"
Someone asked, mustering their courage.
"Go after him!!"
Fang Shuwen said immediately.
"Why wouldn’t you?"
The moment he spoke, the crowd reacted as if they’d been granted amnesty. They leaped into action, swarming toward the staircase.
Seeing this, Chen Yan no longer dared to keep writing furiously.
He hastily leaped down to the ground. A moment later and he would have been trampled to death by the mob.
