Chapter 448 - 209: Just Kill Yourself
Chapter 448: Chapter 209: Just Kill Yourself
But not a single one of them took this opportunity to go after Miao Feichan.
Because Fang Shuwen wasn’t dead. As long as he was alive, he could break free at any moment, so this was no opportunity at all.
On the contrary, it was a dead end.
Anyone who rushed toward Miao Feichan at this moment would surely suffer Fang Shuwen’s most fatal blow.
As for swarming her to capture Miao Feichan and threaten Fang Shuwen... that was even more of a fantasy. Don’t forget, Miao Feichan was the world’s number one expert in the Lightweight Technique!
They might not be able to defeat her in a fight, but if she decided to run, no one present could catch her.
More importantly, before they set out, the Tower Master had given an order—the Seven Stars are expendable, but the Demon God must be slain!
Therefore, the most important objective of this mission was to kill Fang Shuwen.
Using human lives and the "Traceless Poison Sutra" to wear down Fang Shuwen was now the best strategy.
Mortals eat grains; they get tired, get injured, feel fear, and die...
So many men, and every single one an elite, an expert.
Even if Fang Shuwen truly possessed the power to shake heaven and earth and could kill them all, how much of his Inner Strength would he have left?
Shen Qingfeng’s eyes were cold and indifferent, Tu Qianqiu’s brows were tightly knitted, and Mo Wen, shabby and covered in pockets, wore an even more solemn expression.
The first held a heart of the sword, the second a heart of slaughter, and the last, Mo Wen, a face full of worry.
Tu Qianqiu didn’t know if Fang Shuwen could survive such a siege. If possible, he would have preferred to use his own Ghost Head Saber to cut Fang Shuwen down with a single blow.
’If I could kill him with my own hands, my "Slaying Demon Sutra" might reach grand completion.’
Tu Qianqiu mused to himself, but at this moment, he couldn’t afford to take such a risk.
But Tang Xi’s thoughts were different from theirs.
She had been observing all along.
From the moment Fang Shuwen appeared, in the instant he killed Gongshu Ji, she felt Fang Shuwen’s eyes on her.
But afterward, his gaze never once fell upon her again.
Of this, Tang Xi was certain.
Yet, at the same time, this gave Tang Xi a tremendous sense of confidence.
A confidence that stemmed from her unique constitution.
And that constitution also made her exceptionally sensitive to people’s gazes.
Fang Shuwen’s fleeting glance made Tang Xi realize that he, too, seemed to be an ordinary man.
An ordinary man who would blush, grow flustered, harbor impure thoughts, and then come running to her, crying and begging for forgiveness.
The reason he didn’t dare look at her again was that if he took another glance, he might not be able to control his own heart.
A tiny arc lifted the corners of her lips.
’As I thought. In this entire world, besides him... no one can remain indifferent to me.’
Her gaze swept over Shen Qingfeng, Su Baiyu, and Tu Qianqiu, then shifted to where Gongshu Ji had died. She sighed faintly in her heart.
She thought of many things from the past.
Fang Shuwen knew nothing of Tang Xi’s memories and thoughts, nor was he aware of what Shen Qingfeng and Tu Qianqiu were plotting.
To him, none of it mattered.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was killing.
He wasn’t just standing still and killing; there were too many people. The words "a thousand men" are simple enough on paper, but to see them before you is to witness a sea of humanity.
What’s more, at this moment, over four thousand people stood before him.
Their overwhelming numbers might have given the people of Night Rain Tower a great sense of security.
But by the same token, for Fang Shuwen, any casual strike could kill a great many of them.
They charged forward, one after another, as if they placed no value on their own lives.
Since they did not fear death, why should Fang Shuwen care whether they lived or died?
He clapped his hands together, and a massive Thunder God Dharma Aspect materialized behind him. Its sudden appearance was heralded by a deafening peal of thunder.
Following this, Fang Shuwen pushed out with both palms, and the Dharma Aspect mirrored his every move.
The difference was, leaping arcs of lightning, glinting with dangerous light, accompanied Fang Shuwen’s Palm Power, instantly sweeping out in all directions.
BZZZZZT, BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
The Palm Power carried the lightning, and the lightning touched the rain, expanding its range to a terrifying, almost unbelievable extent.
WHOOSH! As the palm struck, countless figures were sent flying by the Palm Technique. As they sailed through the air, their bodies flickered with lightning.
The lightning coursed through their meridians and flesh.
It charred their bodies, splitting them open as their blood soaked the earth.
After clearing a space around him in an instant, Fang Shuwen turned and made a beeline for Su Baiyu.
His feet skimmed over the puddles on the ground, his figure flying as if his feet were wreathed in lightning.
He became a bolt of lightning in the rain, piercing through layer after layer of the Rain Curtain. Everywhere he passed, any Night Rain Tower disciple who stood in his way was sent flying backward, spitting blood.
Su Baiyu’s pupils contracted violently.
Useless!
It’s still useless!!
They were burning the lives of Night Rain Tower’s disciples to unleash their full potential.
The poison, so thick the wind could not scatter it nor the rain penetrate it, had shown not an ounce of its power against Fang Shuwen.
Even when the "rootless water" had turned into a pool of blood, Fang Shuwen walked upon it as if on solid ground!
Why was this happening?
Su Baiyu didn’t understand, but seeing Fang Shuwen closing in, he had no choice but to brace himself for a final, desperate stand.
As he channeled the "Traceless Poison Sutra," purple veins surfaced all over his body. He was about to risk his life for one final gamble.
Shen Qingfeng could no longer stand by and watch, and Tu Qianqiu raised his Ghost Head Saber.
But just then, a figure parted the crowd and let out a sharp cry:
"Stop!!"
"Hm?"
Fang Shuwen paused and turned his head toward the source of the voice.
He saw a woman with the face of a celestial fairy, standing in the crowd and gazing at him.
Her gaze was clear, her face tinged with a slight anger.
Yet that hint of anger seemed to outshine all the colors in the world.
Fang Shuwen’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke softly:
"Just now, was that you speaking?"
"It was!"
Tang Xi stamped her foot lightly and tilted her head up slightly.
Fang Shuwen silently began to walk toward Tang Xi.
Whether it was Shen Qingfeng, Tu Qianqiu, or even Su Baiyu who was already braced for a final stand, all of them couldn’t help but grow tense in that instant.
Success or failure seemed to hinge on this single moment...
Would Tang Xi’s monstrously enchanting constitution be effective against this Human World Demon God?
They watched Fang Shuwen walk toward Tang Xi step by step. This was the first time his pace had been so slow.
As if he were just an ordinary man.
Shedding his halo of power, returning to his original form.
Had Tang Xi... succeeded?
But just then, Fang Shuwen’s steps halted. About ten feet from Tang Xi, he looked at her and suddenly smiled:
"You are the Pavilion Master of Wanxiang Pavilion, Tang Xi?"
Tang Xi was slightly stunned. ’He actually knows who I am? Did someone leak information from Night Rain Tower?’
’They truly deserve to die...’
She nodded lightly, then suddenly said something astonishing:
"You... should kill yourself."