Chapter 450 - 210: Deliverance by Slaying Demons
Chapter 450: Chapter 210: Deliverance by Slaying Demons
But it was too late to stop him.
SPLAT!!
A sound like a bursting watermelon reached the ears of the surrounding Night Rain Tower disciples, shattering the silence.
The roar of the downpour hammered against everyone’s eardrums.
They instinctively looked toward Fang Shuwen, only to discover that Su Baiyu... was headless.
Purple blood stained Fang Shuwen’s palm and sleeve. It seemed to be a poison, as the blood actually writhed on his skin.
His sleeve began to corrode from the contact.
With a look of disgust, Fang Shuwen raised his hand and wiped the blood on a nearby Night Rain Tower disciple.
What had no effect on Fang Shuwen brought that man endless agony.
Once his clothes were eaten away, the blood touched his flesh, instantly searing massive fissures into his body. It was as if he, along with his internal organs, was being forcefully wiped away by an invisible eraser.
Fang Shuwen suddenly felt that the ’Traceless Poison Scripture’ truly lived up to its name. ’It can completely erase a person, leaving not a single trace.’
The thought lasted only a fleeting moment in his mind. In the next instant, he spun around and charged into the crowd.
He punched, palmed, and jabbed with his fingers. He paired the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand with the North Nether Divine Technique, making a grasping motion that was met with the ceaseless sound of shattering bone.
In the span of just a few breaths, another hundred men were dead.
Only then did the others remember what they were supposed to be doing!
In an instant, battle cries drowned out the sound of the storm as figure after figure began to charge Fang Shuwen.
Fists, palms, swords, sabers... The Martial Arts of the Night Rain Tower disciples were a motley collection.
Not all of them were orthodox Night Rain Tower techniques.
The only Martial Arts passed down directly by the Night Rain Tower—and practiced by all its members—were the Five Arts of the Ear, Nose, Eye, Body, and Mind, and that Body Technique used to escape in the rain.
But these Five Arts alone allowed them to bring out the best in their own individual Martial Arts.
As for the ’Black Blood Scripture,’ not everyone practiced it. Those who did were mostly from Su Baiyu’s Rain Listening Pavilion.
After Tang Xi’s death, everyone unleashed their full power, holding nothing back.
Those with weapons used their weapons; those skilled in unarmed combat used their fists and feet. Even those who had lost limbs to the shockwaves of Fang Shuwen’s earlier attacks were using what remained of their bodies to find any way to harm him.
It was as if even if all their limbs were severed, they would still open their mouths to bite and gnaw at him with their teeth...
Madness!
The members of the Night Rain Tower had all been driven mad by Tang Xi’s death.
But this was exactly the kind of madness Fang Shuwen was delighted to see.
Because this way... at least they wouldn’t run!!
The deep, resonant sound of a great bell boomed, shaking heaven and earth.
Under the power of the Buddhist Thunder Sound, figures were sent flying back the same way they had come.
Fang Shuwen rampaged through the crowd, at times manifesting a giant Dharma Aspect to deliver a thunderous blow, at others leaping high into the air to bring down a devastating palm strike.
Soon, however, he stopped using such powerful Techniques. Instead, he simply dove into the crowd, unleashing a flurry of wanton kicks and punches.
A heavy punch shattered one man’s head; a backhanded palm strike pulverized another’s internal organs.
He spun, throwing three consecutive punches, each one blasting clean through a man’s torso.
A sword suddenly thrust toward his armpit. Fang Shuwen didn’t activate the Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield; he simply raised his arm to evade the blade while his left hand shot out and clamped onto the attacker’s head.
Activating the Electric Light Divine Step, he weaved through the crowd, using the man in his grasp as a massive, human-shaped club.
Amid the clashes between this ’club’ and other weapons, the man was worn down until only his head remained in Fang Shuwen’s grip.
Blood flowed endlessly, and the corpses piled higher and higher.
Even the torrential rain couldn’t wash away the blood that was constantly pooling on the ground.
Tu Qianqiu’s eyes were completely bloodshot. Shen Qingfeng stood with his arms crossed, his eyes shut tight. The bulging veins on his clenched fist spoke volumes of his restraint.
"Are we... just going to stand here and watch?"
Tu Qianqiu, practitioner of the ’Demon Slaughtering Scripture,’ had always considered killing to be second nature to him.
In this world, few were more skilled at the art of killing.
And fewer still enjoyed it more than he did.
But watching Fang Shuwen weave through the crowd, his clothes growing ever redder despite the pouring rain...
He suddenly thought, ’This person before me... he might not actually be human.’
They had come with four Pavilion Masters and two Hall Masters.
Now, two Pavilion Masters and one Hall Master were dead.
The disciples had suffered countless casualties. By a rough estimate, Fang Shuwen had killed at least a thousand men by now.
’His Martial Arts are too powerful...’
’Every time he throws a punch or a palm, or even just flicks a finger... people die in droves.’
To unleash such powerful Martial Arts so wantonly.
’It must be an absolutely terrifying drain on his Inner Strength...’
’But this man... he doesn’t seem affected at all.’
"Perhaps... we can wait a bit longer."
The speaker was Mo Wen, Hall Master of the Cold Frost Hall. Within the Night Rain Tower, he was responsible for intelligence, serving as the organization’s eyes and ears.
His words made Shen Qingfeng raise an eyebrow, and Tu Qianqiu couldn’t help but turn to look at him.
Mo Wen continued in a low voice:
"He hasn’t used any of those overwhelmingly powerful Martial Arts for a while now."
Hearing this, the other two both had a sudden realization.
’That’s right,’ they thought. ’Fang Shuwen’s killing pace has slowed.’
’He’s still cutting a swath through the crowd, and no one can stand against him, but he’s no longer causing ten, or even dozens, of casualties with a single wave of his hand.’