Chapter 472 - 217: No One Under Heaven Can Break It
Chapter 472: Chapter 217: No One Under Heaven Can Break It
But no matter how he looked, he couldn’t find the slightest, most minuscule flaw in Fang Shuwen!
His entire being was a seamless whole. There was simply... no opening to exploit.
’How can I even attack!?’
"This Martial Art has some tricks to it."
Fang Shuwen’s voice suddenly rang out as his arm trembled slightly.
SNAP, SNAP, SNAP! The sound of snapping threads immediately spread through the rain.
It was as if unseen threads had been brutally yanked and severed by a savage force. With their support gone, the two brothers from the Zhou Family instinctively stumbled backward.
Before they could regain their footing, a hand, its fingers formed into a claw, suddenly struck down.
One of the Zhou Family brothers was dead before he could even see the claw’s path, his skull pierced through.
"Brother!!!"
A mournful cry came from the other side. Fang Shuwen glanced up at him and offered some "comfort."
"Don’t worry."
As he spoke, he spread his five fingers toward the man. The North Nether Divine Technique activated, and the older of the Zhou Family brothers was instantly pulled toward him like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
His desperate struggles were useless.
At the same time, a massive fist shadow materialized in the void, piercing through the Rain Curtain and hurtling straight for Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen didn’t even spare it a glance. The resounding boom of a great bell suddenly rang out.
The massive fist struck a translucent, golden, ancient bell, unleashing a tremendous Formless Sound Gang. Then, the Buddhist Thunder Sound activated.
PUFF!!!
Feng Zanghai of the ’Nine Parting Divine Fist’ didn’t even have a chance to understand what had happened before a terrifying force punched through his chest.
He looked down and saw, through the hole in his torso, the scenery behind him.
His expression froze, and his corpse collapsed to the ground.
Feng Zanghai was an arrogant man. He was proud of his ’Nine Parting Divine Fist’ moniker and had complete confidence in his Martial Arts.
He had heard of Fang Shuwen’s reputation but had never taken it seriously.
He even found it laughable that the Masked Man had sought out Ding Wujiu specifically to break Fang Shuwen’s Body-Protecting Divine Technique.
He was confident that no one under heaven could withstand his fist. No matter how tough a Body-Protecting Divine Technique was, he could shatter it with a single punch...
As for Ding Wujiu not acting when he should have, Feng Zanghai merely sneered inwardly, imagining how wonderful the look on Ding Wujiu’s face would be when he smashed Fang Shuwen’s head to pieces with one punch.
And so, he had attacked.
An attack that cost him his life.
But at this moment, no one had time to care about whether Feng Zanghai lived or died.
The older Zhou brother had already fallen completely into Fang Shuwen’s grasp.
The same ’baby swallow returning to its nest’ move had earned Miao Feichan an embrace from Fang Shuwen.
The Zhou brother, however, received Fang Shuwen’s Nine Yin Divine Claw.
Five fingers instantly pierced his skull. With a twist of Fang Shuwen’s hands and a sickening CRACK, the man’s head exploded. The two brothers now lay dead together.
After killing the two, Fang Shuwen tilted his head slightly as a fist swept past his cheek. Without looking to see who was behind him, he simply took a step back, bent his right arm into an elbow, and slammed it backward along with his shoulder.
BANG!
A figure in black was sent flying like a cannonball.
He was dead before he even hit the ground.
Immediately after, Fang Shuwen spun, his hands lashing out. Two men in black clutched their throats and collapsed.
He spread his arms wide, his hands shifting between fists, palms, finger strikes, and claws... BANG, BANG, BANG! BANG, BANG, BANG! Countless figures were sent flying.
With a push of his feet, he once again charged into the swarm of Rain Souls...
’There’s an order to killing, too.’
’First, kill this suicide squad. Then, kill the ones who seem to have some skill.’
Ever since Fang Shuwen had received the message—one that had been embellished by the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion and passed through the hands of disciples from the Seven Sects—he had been waiting here for four long days.
His goal, of course, was not as simple as killing a few leaders. Every single person who came here today, no matter who they were, had to die!
This wasn’t just because of who they were.
More importantly, this group had crossed a fatal line with Fang Shuwen.
They wanted to go to Julu City...
He didn’t even have to ask to know their purpose.
There weren’t many people or places that Fang Shuwen cared about.
Julu City was one of them.
And that was without them even knowing about the relationship between him and Fang Mingxuan.
Otherwise... they might not be able to defeat Fang Mingxuan, but there was no guarantee they wouldn’t target Fang Lingxin at the Yuqing Pavilion.
’If they come after me, I won’t tolerate it. They must be killed. But if they go after the people I care about, I’ll tolerate it even less... They must be utterly annihilated!’
As for the methods they had prepared against him, and the experts they had specially recruited?
Even if Fang Shuwen had known of their schemes, he wouldn’t have cared.
Ding Wujiu looked at the corpses of the Zhou brothers, then at Fang Shuwen rampaging unrestrained through the crowd. All his confidence had evaporated. He leaned close to Fan Zongyang and whispered:
"Let’s run."
He was here for silver, not to throw his life away.
He had originally come here because he was summoned by the Dragon Abyss Order, and also for the promise of immense fortune.
But Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts were far beyond his expectations...
The Broken Jade Technique he relied on had proven completely useless.
Even now, he couldn’t see the slightest opening.
’If this continues, once Fang Shuwen finishes killing those people from the Night Rain Tower, we’ll definitely be next.’
In fact, of their group of six, three were already dead.
Besides himself and Fan Zongyang, the only one left was Qi Duanshan, who seemed to be in a daze, as if he didn’t even know what day it was.
’Rather than stay here and be killed, it’s better to give up on the Dragon Abyss’s promise, get out of here, and save our own skins. That’s what matters.’
Fan Zongyang, however, was unwilling to accept it.
"You really can’t break it?"
"I can’t..."
Ding Wujiu said, his face dark.
"The man is an immortal. There’s absolutely no one in this world who can break his Body-Protecting Divine Technique.
"Unless... someone can shatter it with sheer, terrifying Inner Strength."
"Oh, so you’re the one who specializes in breaking Body-Protecting Divine Techniques?
"They certainly planned thoroughly."
A voice suddenly came from behind him.
Ding Wujiu nodded instinctively. ’Isn’t that common knowledge? Why are they asking about this at a time like this?’
’It must be the dazed Unknown Saber...’
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Ding Wujiu suddenly went rigid.
Fan Zongyang’s face changed drastically.
That voice didn’t belong to ’Unknown Saber’ Qi Duanshan.
The two wanted to turn around, but they didn’t dare.
An aura thick with killing intent had enveloped them at some unknown point.
The slightest twitch would mean instant death.
But if they didn’t move... they would die all the same.
Ding Wujiu felt his head grow heavy, as if a mountain he could never escape had been placed upon him.
It was only then that Ding Wujiu realized... the men from the Night Rain Tower were all dead.
Except for Shi Wuya, who had vanished and hidden himself somewhere.
Now, only he, Fan Zongyang, and the Unknown Saber, Qi Duanshan, were left!
Ding Wujiu didn’t want to die. He still had a daughter to support with the money he earned.
But before he could even beg for mercy...
BAM!!
With a dull thud, two heads exploded.
Fang Shuwen lightly clapped his hands together. His gaze shifted to Qi Duanshan, whose eyes were still lost in a daze. Without the slightest hesitation, he struck out with a palm aimed straight at the man’s face.