Chapter 369 - 183: Upholding Justice (Part 2)
Chapter 369: Chapter 183: Upholding Justice (Part 2)
She pulled the dagger out. As if she’d finally made a great resolution, she plunged it into Li Wuxin’s heart.
As it turned out, even someone named Li Wuxin couldn’t truly be without a heart.
The moment his heart was pierced, he died all the same.
Long Qingzhi’s resolve had nothing to do with hesitating to kill him.
Instead, she was considering whether or not to give him the death of a thousand cuts.
In the end, she decided against it, thinking that such an act in front of Fang Shuwen might displease him. That was why she had opted for a quick death.
But after it was done, a part of her felt empty.
With this, the Long Clan’s grudge had been avenged.
She had wanted to go to Cold Valley Town to find Zhao Wuji, mainly to obtain the cultivation technique for the Glazed Saint Body from him.
Once her cultivation was complete, she could then hunt down these people and take her revenge.
But now that she had her revenge ahead of schedule, she wasn’t sure if she should still go to Cold Valley Town...
But when her gaze fell upon Fang Shuwen walking toward Cheng Shile, she smiled.
’I have to go! I absolutely have to!’
’Not only do I have to go, I have to get that cultivation Technique.’
’Only then might I, someday in the future, have the chance to stand by his side.’
’As I am now, I’m probably not even qualified to serve him tea.’
Fang Shuwen was oblivious to the young woman’s thoughts. He had already reached Cheng Shile’s side.
But he was in no hurry to release the ’A Line’ afflicting him.
Only a few moments had passed since that group attacked; it was nowhere near enough time to push A Line to its limit.
So he just stood there, watching in silence.
No one spoke. The Xu Family Manor was still packed with people, yet not a single one of them made a sound.
Only the screams pierced the eardrums of the crowd, like a soul-stealing demonic dirge, every cry an indictment of Fang Shuwen’s terrifying power.
After watching for a moment, Fang Shuwen suddenly turned to look at Fan Wusheng.
"What are you waiting for?"
Fan Wusheng’s face was ashen.
From the moment Fang Shuwen’s words—"End your own life"—had reached his ears, he knew he would die today without a doubt.
In that moment, he missed Sun Buping more than anything.
Things shouldn’t have escalated to this point today.
If they had listened to Sun Buping, the outcome could have been different.
But now... they had locked up Sun Buping, Li Juedai, and Xiao Qingyu, and it seemed those who stayed behind would have to stay here forever.
Fan Wusheng looked at the surrounding Jianghu people, and they were looking right back at him.
In the past, with his reputation as ’Elder Bu Kuang,’ these people would have looked at him with reverence, admiration, and deference.
But now, they looked at him as if he were a corpse.
The realization sent a sharp pain through his chest.
He knew he was at a dead end... but if that was the case, why not fight like a cornered beast?
His gaze snapped toward Fang Shuwen, as if trying to muster his courage.
But the very instant their eyes met, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks.
In that instant, he saw a vision of blood crashing like tidal waves. And there, standing in the sea of blood with a mountain of corpses at his back, was the Demon Evil God.
The courage he had just managed to scrape together shattered in an instant.
’I can’t beat him... I really can’t beat him!!’
’If I die by another’s hand, or if I take my own life... perhaps I can at least leave behind an intact corpse.’
’But if I fight him, I’m afraid I won’t even get to leave that.’
As if something in his mind had shattered, Fan Wusheng finally, slowly, raised his palm. Gritting his teeth, he struck his own forehead.
THUD. The corpse collapsed.
Watching this, some of the Jianghu people closed their eyes. Others let out long sighs. Some simply trembled, their gazes falling upon the blood-soaked Fang Shuwen, a profound fear seeping into their very bones.
A single sentence, and a top-tier master of the Northern Domain, just like that, had ended his own life before the eyes of all!
He didn’t even have the courage to fight back!
The Sword God Palace, Ye Wucheng... just what kind of demon had they provoked?
Just then, Fang Shuwen suddenly frowned.
"That was too quick. It couldn’t be a trick, could it?"
’He had only been testing him, but Fan Wusheng actually went and killed himself.’
’Even though he had used the [Killing Intent Technique] to intimidate him, as the saying goes, a miserable life is better than a good death. For him to do it so readily... did he have some other trick up his sleeve?’
At this thought, Fang Shuwen launched a palm strike.
BAM.
Fan Wusheng’s corpse was blasted to pieces.
’Seeing as he didn’t even make a sound after all that, he must have been well and truly dead already.’
Fang Shuwen relaxed.
The crowd of Jianghu people from the Northern Domain, however, looked at each other, their faces deathly pale.
In their eyes, Fang Shuwen was now the most vicious man in the world.
’Forcing a man to commit suicide with a single sentence wasn’t enough for him, he wouldn’t even leave behind an intact corpse!’
’If you do this... who will ever dare to follow your orders and kill themselves in the future?’
Someone suddenly had this thought, for some unknown reason, and almost slapped himself twice across the face for it.
’What kind of nonsense am I thinking?’
’Why would I need to commit suicide in the first place?’
’No!’
’Why would I ever appear in front of Fang Shuwen in the first place!’
’From now on, I can’t just avoid appearing before Fang Shuwen; I’ll have to give a wide berth to anyone with the surname Fang!’
’Right, and Long, too!’
At that moment, more than a few people were having the exact same thought.
But despite these thoughts, not a single person dared to leave.
They didn’t dare.
They all understood what Fang Shuwen was doing.