Chapter 413 - 198: The Human World is Clean Again
Chapter 413: Chapter 198: The Human World is Clean Again
The behavior of the two men at the gate was enough to prove this group were usurpers.
And it seemed they hadn’t met the villa’s owner.
But that made sense. The methods of that young woman in white from Divine Pill Valley were anything but ordinary.
Her Martial Arts were strong, and she knew how to use poison. Forcibly taking this place from her would be no easy feat.
’It seems they must have left...’
’I just wonder where this pack of vermin crawled out from?’
The commotion of Fang Shuwen killing his way in naturally drew the attention of those inside. Immediately, a large group of men, yelling and shouting, rushed over with weapons in hand.
With a slight raise of his brow, Fang Shuwen said to Miao Feichan:
"Keep an eye on things for me. Don’t let a single one get away."
Miao Feichan nodded. Without another word, her figure blurred, and in an instant, she was on the roof, looking down from her high vantage point to prevent any escapes.
Fang Shuwen showed the group no courtesy. He charged directly into the crowd, and with every move he made, lives were extinguished.
Judging by the actions of those two at the gate, this gang was obviously bad news.
Fang Shuwen felt no mental burden as he killed them. With a casual wave, he unleashed a strike from the Unskilled Palm Technique—Broken Stream. The move used his hand as a blade, a horizontal chop. The Palm Power cut through the air like a knife, slicing across.
In an instant, dozens of men were sliced cleanly in two.
The scene was truly horrifying. Even if this group was indeed bad news—bandits whose hands were stained with many lives—
they had never seen anyone kill so many people with a single wave of the hand.
For a moment, they were utterly terrified, but they suppressed their fear. Instead of scattering and fleeing, they retreated toward the inner courtyard.
Seeing this, Fang Shuwen knew their leader was in the villa’s inner courtyard. As long as their leader was alive, the group wouldn’t collapse.
He immediately leaped forward, carving a path of death toward the inner courtyard.
At first, the men retreated cautiously, but they soon found it was useless.
After another large group of them died, they finally broke and ran for their lives toward the inner courtyard, shouting as they fled:
"Chief, it’s bad! Someone’s broken in and is killing everyone!!"
’Hearing this, Fang Shuwen was almost speechless.’
’I’ve already killed so many of them, and only now are you going to inform your chief?’
But hearing the man’s shout, Fang Shuwen felt even more justified in his slaughter. He didn’t care who this "chief" was. His movements were swift, and every technique he used claimed several more lives.
Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out:
"Who has the audacity to break into my Eight Liujing Stockades!?"
’Fang Shuwen paused. Eight Liujing Stockades?’
’He remembered there was indeed a Liujing River nearby... When he came here with Long Qingzhi, they had encountered an old man and several boats that had tried to ambush them on that very river.’
’But since ’Liujing’ is in their name, they should be Water Thieves.’
’Why have they inexplicably come ashore and occupied Cuizhu Mountain Villa?’
Just as he was thinking, he saw a group of men who clearly stood out from ordinary Water Thieves. They parted the crowd, and their leader leaped into the air, bringing a massive palm down toward Fang Shuwen.
His technique was certainly impressive. His Palm Technique held the true essence of flowing water, creating a surging, seemingly unstoppable force.
Unfortunately for him, that only applied to others.
Against Fang Shuwen, never mind his Palm Power—even Ye Wufeng’s River of Sword Qi had been useless.
Fang Shuwen didn’t even deign to give him a proper look. He casually gifted him a palm strike: Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon.
BAM!
The man didn’t even have time to grunt before he was instantly turned to dust.
This caused the faces of the few men behind who had intended to rush up and attack together to change drastically. They stopped in their tracks, not even caring about the backlash from their interrupted Inner Strength, and hurriedly retreated.
"You... Who in the world are you?"
"No, that’s not right! Your face... You..."
Another person spoke, his voice filled with abject terror:
"You’re the Human World Demon God!?"
"My face?"
Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow.
"Where did you see my face?"
At his words, the few men who were clearly leaders all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Fang Shuwen’s gaze.
As for the remaining Water Thieves, they were already scared out of their wits.
When they didn’t know who Fang Shuwen was, the slaughter had already terrified them. Now that they knew this was the Demon Evil God in person, all hope drained from them.
Fang Shuwen had crushed the Sword God Palace. Of three thousand Divine Swordsmen, fewer than a hundred survived. He had even beaten Ye Wufeng to death.
Their band of Water Thieves were mere ants before the Sword God Palace.
Before Fang Shuwen, then, they weren’t even worthy of being called ants. In an instant, all their courage vanished.
’Meanwhile, the leaders were all inwardly cursing their rotten luck...’
But faced with Fang Shuwen’s question, they didn’t dare refuse to answer. One of them spoke up:
"When... when you went on your massacre in Anyue City, someone drew your portrait and sent it to the Eight Liujing Stockades."
"So, so we recognize you..."
Fang Shuwen had a sudden realization:
"So that old man was one of yours?"
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
The leaders’ knees went weak, and they all dropped to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
They shouted a chaotic jumble of pleas.
"Mercy, Grandfather Demon Evil God! The ambush was all the Chief of the Stronghold’s idea! It had nothing to do with us!"
"I have an eighty-year-old mother and hungry children at home! If I die, they’ll never survive!"
"I deserve to die a thousand deaths, but please, Great Hero, show mercy!"
Seeing their leaders kneeling and kowtowing, the other Water Thieves exchanged glances and quickly knelt as well.
In the blink of an eye, a vast crowd was kneeling before Fang Shuwen, their wails and cries for mercy filling the air.