Chapter 396 - 192: Sword
Chapter 396: Chapter 192: Sword
And yet, they couldn’t even touch his Body-Protecting Divine Technique?
In that case, didn’t that mean Fang Shuwen was already invincible?
How were they supposed to fight that?
This desperate thought echoed in the hearts of more than just one person.
Fortunately, someone was directing the grand array, and his sharp, commanding voice rang out:
"Keep attacking! We are not some rabble of disorganized wanderers from the Jianghu.
"The Sword God Palace stands behind us!
"We are all first-rate masters of the Sword God Palace.
"With over two thousand of us, we could drown him if we all just spat on him!"
Fang Shuwen glanced toward the speaker. With a sudden turn, he moved like a bolt of lightning, seizing the man by the throat before he had a chance to move.
"Who exactly... were you planning to have them spit at?"
With Fang Shuwen’s hand clamped around his throat, the man tried to speak, but no words could escape.
After using the North Nether Divine Technique to drain the man of his Inner Strength, Fang Shuwen flicked his hand. The man was instantly sliced apart by Sword Qi, his body falling to pieces.
Fang Shuwen had used this method back on Celestial Martial Peak, and it was just as effective now as it was then.
But he had no desire to waste any more time with these so-called Divine Swordsmen.
A golden bell appeared over Fang Shuwen’s head as he thrust both fists forward. The momentum of his punches angled slightly downward, as if he intended to strike the ground, not people.
A deep, muffled RUMBLE immediately resounded.
The martial arts arena of the Sword God Palace was paved with massive white stones, each one roughly ten feet in diameter.
When Fang Shuwen’s fists struck, the ground instantly erupted with flying dust and stone. But that was only the beginning. An instant later, a Fist Force like a colossal tidal wave exploded outward.
The sky and the earth were filled with the afterimages of his fists.
These afterimages converged into a great wave that crashed violently into the crowd.
Sea-Shaking Divine Fist—Breaking Sea and Overturning Clouds!
This fist, if struck upon the sea, could conjure waves that touched the heavens, as if even the clouds would be submerged beneath them. What chance did men have against such power?
WHOOOOOSH!
The crisscrossing Sword Qi seemed to collide with an invisible tsunami. The Sword Qi dissipated, and men were flung into the air.
Sprays of blood crisscrossed in the air as body after body slammed into the ground.
With that single punch, the space before Fang Shuwen was cleared.
However, Fang Shuwen did not stop. He pivoted, stepped forward, and unleashed another punch.
Compared to the other techniques of the Sea-Shaking Divine Fist, this one was far less spectacular in its display.
But in the instant he threw the punch, blossoms of blood suddenly bloomed before him.
They were the Divine Swordsmen, their bodies rent asunder by the Fist Force.
The final technique of the Sea-Shaking Divine Fist—Wind Calming and Madness Stopping!
The wind grew still, the waves fell silent. Before this punch, heaven and earth themselves had to cease their raging. All other phenomena vanished, leaving only this one fist to traverse the boundless sea and bring order to the cosmos!
Fang Shuwen was quite fond of the Sea-Shaking Divine Fist. Though it had its share of flair, it was fundamentally a Fist Technique of immense, heavy power, capable of killing several people with a single blow.
It didn’t rely on complex variations; its entire philosophy was to crush the opponent with pure, overwhelming force.
This aspect suited Fang Shuwen’s temperament perfectly.
Had an ordinary person unleashed Wind Calming and Madness Stopping, their body would have been completely drained, without a single shred of Inner Strength remaining.
But Fang Shuwen’s Inner Strength was as vast and profound as the sea, simply unfathomable.
Unleashing that punch seemed to have cost him nothing at all.
He punched again and again, and with every strike, dozens of men exploded on the spot.
It was a sight that would make anyone’s eyes split with rage and horror.
The Flying Stars of the Celestial River Array was an incredibly formidable array, known for its vast, majestic power and its endless supply of Sword Qi!
And yet, Fang Shuwen had shattered that very same grand array with sheer, brute force.
Even Sun Buping, whose hatred for the Sword God Palace ran as deep as the sea, who yearned to flay Ye Wufeng and scrape his bones, couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably at this sight.
He was afraid.
Although everyone in the entire Northern Domain knew that Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts were unparalleled...
...the methods he displayed in this moment completely surpassed Sun Buping’s understanding of Fist Techniques.
’His Martial Arts... How in the world did he train to become like this?’
Sun Buping reviewed all the information he had on Fang Shuwen, but he couldn’t make any sense of it.
Especially not now, as blood continued to spread across the entire martial arts arena before him.
The heavy, goose-feather snow that was falling had initially been enough to cover it, but not anymore.
The ground was a sheet of crimson, and even the snowflakes drifting down were stained with that glaring color.
Finally, someone snapped.
"I’m not fighting anymore! I’m not fighting!!
"He’s going to kill us all!!"
He threw down his sword, his expression shattered, his face streaked with tears. He turned and ran, trying to get out of the Sword God Palace.
Fang Shuwen did not pursue him, nor did Sun Buping try to stop him.
The man’s courage had been shattered; his mind had probably snapped.
It was anyone’s guess whether he’d even be able to speak of what happened today.
With the first man abandoning his sword to flee, others finally realized... they still had one chance.
To escape this place.
Abandon their identity as Divine Swordsmen, pay no mind to what happened here, forget everything within the Sword God Palace, leave this place... and live!!
CLANG! CLANG!
One longsword after another hit the ground as figures began to sprint madly down the mountain.
Sun Buping and Fang Dabao, who had been blocking the gate, could only step aside.
They had to, lest they be swept down the mountain by the crazed mob.
The number of men dwindled, but Fang Shuwen did not stay his hand.
Between those who fled and those who had died, the martial arts arena grew sparse. Finally, under a single blow from Fang Shuwen’s Hammer Heaven and Shock the Sea, the last few Divine Swordsmen reached the end of their lives.