Chapter 362 - 181: Is He Going to Kill Again?
Chapter 362: Chapter 181: Is He Going to Kill Again?
On Celestial Martial Peak stood the Xu Family Manor.
The Manor Master of the Xu Family Manor and Sun Buping of the Cyan Sheep Sect were the closest of friends.
Sun Buping had borrowed the Xu Family Manor to host this Celestial Martial Grand Assembly.
By now, a bustling crowd had gathered before the manor’s gates.
Most of them were here for the Celestial Martial Grand Assembly. Some had come simply to watch the spectacle, while others harbored their own ambitions, hoping to observe the situation before making their move.
However, when the group of people who had been "forced up Celestial Martial Peak" by Fang Shuwen arrived and spread the news of his massacre at the foot of the mountain, the crowd was instantly filled with righteous indignation.
It was at this exact moment that Fang Shuwen arrived.
A young man in blood-soaked robes, a black-and-white Exotic Beast, and a young girl of refined beauty.
This was the trio that had become the shadow looming over the entire Northern Domain Martial World.
Yet, when the crowd’s gazes fell upon the young girl, their eyes burned with greed.
Glazed Saint Body.
They had only ever heard the name before; this was their first time seeing a living person who possessed it.
The breathing of many in the crowd grew ragged.
Others, however, couldn’t help but look toward the man covered in bloody wounds, their minds racing to guess his identity.
Those who recognized him knew this was Zhao Ziying of the Heaven-Cutting Saber Zhao Clan.
But this answer only raised a more perplexing question: ’Why would someone from the Zhao Clan be traveling with this Human World Demon God?’
Fang Shuwen raised his gaze to the crowd. He saw looks of suspicion, terror, indifference, and disdain. Yet no matter the person, no matter their expression, the instant their eyes met his, they all instinctively looked away, not daring to hold his gaze.
It was as if, in that moment of eye contact, their very lives were no longer their own to control.
Under the weight of their combined stares, Fang Shuwen walked step by step into the Xu Family Manor.
The crowd parted before him, clearing a path wherever he went.
He walked all the way to the manor’s great hall. Overhearing them inside discussing their intent to come down the mountain to meet him, he finally spoke.
Inside the hall.
Sword Master Geng’s expression changed.
He flicked his sleeve, and his body blurred. Like the fleeting glint of a sword’s edge, he was already outside the hall.
Not daring to hesitate, Tong Jingchun hurried after him.
Ouyang Ming, Jiang Wushu, and the rest of the group filed out of the hall as well.
Sword Master Geng’s first instinct wasn’t to look at Fang Shuwen. Instead, he swept his gaze across the surroundings.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
He saw that the assembled Jianghu people were either keeping a distance of at least several dozen feet from Fang Shuwen, or they were perched on the walls, watching from afar.
’He walked right into the Xu Family Manor, and not a sound was made to stop him? With so many people here, not a single one dared to step forward?’
This realization soured Sword Master Geng’s mood considerably.
Because if that were the case, he feared that Fang Shuwen had already built up an unstoppable momentum on his journey here.
It was an overwhelming, unstoppable aura, as if no person or organization could possibly stand in his way.
This momentum would, in turn, amplify his Martial Arts.
As the saying goes: courage is highest at the first drumroll, wanes at the second, and is depleted by the third.
Fang Shuwen was currently riding the momentum of that first drumroll. He had walked from the border of the Northern and Eastern Domains. Dugu Han could not stop him. He Shidao died by his hand. In Anyue City, he had slaughtered hundreds, if not thousands, of its so-called experts.
In the last two days, countless people had thrown themselves at him in waves, trying to stop him.
But all who stood in his way were now dead, without exception.
Now, no one dared to stand against him.
Thus, fueled by this momentum, both his Martial Arts and his state of mind had reached their absolute peak.
A supreme master at the pinnacle of his power!
Sword Master Geng no longer dared to claim he could win...
The people of the Sword God Palace were all proud and aloof.
Their confidence stemmed from the swords in their hands. As one of the Sword God Palace’s Sword Masters, Geng’s Martial Arts were naturally beyond question.
After all, in the entire Sword God Palace, there were only three Sword Masters besides the Sword God, Ye Wufeng, himself.
Sword Master Geng already stood above tens of thousands.
Thus, Sword Master Geng’s confidence back in the hall had not been an act; he had been genuinely self-assured.
Even though he knew Fang Shuwen had killed Ye Bai and Ye Wucheng, in his mind, neither of them could ever compare to him.
As for the others Fang Shuwen had killed on his journey, he considered them nothing more than a disorderly mob.
Therefore, he had never truly considered Fang Shuwen a serious threat.
But now, standing before Fang Shuwen, feeling the overwhelming killing intent radiating from the young man and meeting those impassive eyes, his heart began to plummet.
The hand gripping his sword felt... sweaty. Sword Master Geng felt his own nervousness.
They had not even exchanged blows, yet facing a Fang Shuwen who had already achieved an air of invincibility, even he—one of the three great Sword Masters of the Sword God Palace—realized in that instant that he didn’t have the slightest chance of victory!
The sword in his hand, it seemed, was no longer enough to give him confidence.
As Sword Master Geng observed Fang Shuwen, Fang Shuwen was observing them in turn.
’Dressed in white, holding a longsword. He’s from the Sword God Palace.’
His gaze shifted, landing briefly on Tong Jingchun and Fan Wusheng before moving on.
As for Jiang Wushu, Ouyang Ming, and the others, he didn’t even spare them a glance.
His gaze settled instead on the corpse lying before the hall. ’Strange,’ he mused. ’Infighting?’
His eyes swept over the surroundings once more before he slowly spoke:
"Where are the men of the Cyan Sheep Sect?
"Why is not one of them in sight?"
He had come to Celestial Martial Peak for two reasons.