Chapter 473 - 218: Collapse
Chapter 473: Chapter 218: Collapse
A mutilated corpse lay limp on the muddy ground.
Fang Shuwen didn’t spare it a second glance...
It didn’t matter if it was Fan Zongyang or Ding Wujiu, the one who specialized in breaking Body-Protecting Divine Techniques.
To him, they were nothing more than two people who had tried to kill him.
And these two had dared to get distracted while facing him, whispering to each other on the side.
Not even the likes of Ye Wufeng or Zhao Wuji would dare to be so careless in his presence. They deserved to die.
As for their skills... why care about the abilities of a dead man?
At this moment, before the desolate village, the only person left in sight was Qi Duanshan.
Fang Shuwen didn’t care who he was. He simply sent a palm strike his way.
The Great Black Heaven God Palm—Demon-Suppressing Seal!
His palm was slightly curved, resembling both a palm strike and a hand seal, carrying with it an infinite force as it shot straight for the man’s face.
But at that very instant, Qi Duanshan lifted his head.
His muddled eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp clarity, as if a saber’s gleam was swirling within them.
Fang Shuwen’s movements froze.
A smirk crept onto Qi Duanshan’s lips.
His moniker in the Jianghu was "Unknown Saber," but that didn’t mean he didn’t know where his saber was, nor was he some muddle-headed fool.
It was true, he carried no saber on his person.
That was because the Martial Arts he cultivated was called the Seven-Forgotten Heart-Cutting Saber.
This saber was not of physical form, but of the mind.
Using the three treasures of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, one cultivates a single "Heart-Cutting Saber."
The eyes are its sheath. When drawn, it pierces the gates of the heart. Because it is formless, it is nearly impossible to defend against.
In an instant, it could sever the thoughts in an opponent’s mind, making them forget what they were about to do.
In a battle of life and death, the moment an opponent forgot their next move, death would be upon them.
To ensure Shi Wuya could kill Fang Shuwen.
The Masked Man had actually expended considerable effort.
Ding Wujiu with his Broken Jade Technique and the Zhou Family brothers with their Zen Silk were all just decoys.
It didn’t matter whether the Zhou Family brothers could tie up Fang Shuwen.
It didn’t matter if Ding Wujiu could actually break Fang Shuwen’s Body-Protecting Divine Technique.
They were all just a show put on for Fang Shuwen to see.
If Fang Shuwen had gotten entangled with them, there would have been only two possible outcomes.
One: they won, and Fang Shuwen would die on the spot.
Two: they lost, and Fang Shuwen, thinking he had won, would be struck by the "Heart-Cutting Saber" when he least expected it, leading to his utter defeat.
But the current situation was not what they had anticipated.
Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts far exceeded their expectations.
So much so that the back-and-forth struggle they had envisioned never even happened.
With the ease of crushing dry weeds, he had killed the Zhou Family brothers, then swatted Ding Wujiu and Fan Zongyang dead as if they were two stink bugs.
Fortunately, this most secret of blades had finally done its job...
The Seven-Forgotten Heart-Cutting Saber was the Masked Man’s most terrifying trump card, left for Shi Wuya.
Now, this trump card had achieved its purpose.
Was Fang Shuwen now just a lamb to the slaughter!?
At that moment, the torrential rain howling across the land began to emanate a chilling Sword Intent.
A figure appeared out of thin air behind Fang Shuwen.
Countless raindrops swirled around him, as if he had gathered every single drop of rain between heaven and earth to his side.
They were dense and numerous, yet they did not merge or combine.
They tangled with one another, forming a massive, funnel-shaped vortex.
As Shi Wuya pointed his longsword, the endless raindrops transformed into a terrifying, surging torrent of swords.
He didn’t just want to kill Fang Shuwen; he wanted to leave not even a single bone behind!
The infinite raindrops were an infinite number of swords.
These swords would strip away every inch of Fang Shuwen’s flesh and blood, peeling it, shredding it, and utterly annihilating him from the world of the living.
At that moment, beneath his bamboo hat, a smile finally touched Shi Wuya’s lips.
But the smile did not last long...
Because under the path of this sword strike, the man who should have forgotten everything suddenly moved.
It was a change no one could have possibly anticipated.
In a flash of thought, Fang Shuwen changed his palm into a claw.
With a hook of his five fingers, the smile on Qi Duanshan’s face froze. His body was pulled involuntarily toward Fang Shuwen, even as Fang Shuwen moved past him.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
By the time Qi Duanshan realized what had happened...
...he could only watch the majestic torrent of swords howling toward him. Before even a cry of alarm could escape his lips, he was engulfed.
Just as Shi Wuya had intended, the person hit by this attack would have their flesh and blood sliced away, peeled, shredded, and utterly annihilated!
The only problem was, the one being annihilated was not Fang Shuwen.
It was Qi Duanshan.
The Seven-Forgotten Heart-Cutting Saber was a mental attack, a blade forged from the fusion of the three treasures: Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
But even if Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts had never touched upon this path, his spirit was exceptionally resilient.
Previously, the Human-faced Ghost’s Ghost Gate had been unable to affect him, and later, Tang Xi’s charms had failed to move him.
What’s more, he had now obtained the Nine Yin Scripture. Though its Soul Transfer Technique was not considered top-tier, Fang Shuwen himself was. With this technique added to his repertoire, he was no longer ignorant in the ways of the spirit.
Therefore, as powerful as the Seven-Forgotten Heart-Cutting Saber was, it couldn’t affect Fang Shuwen in the slightest!
Shi Wuya didn’t understand the reason, but he knew he had lost the initiative. His eyes turned bloodshot as he let out a furious roar.
The storm of rain, like a dragon, turned in mid-air after shredding Qi Duanshan’s flesh and blood, and shot straight for Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen watched the sky-blotting deluge of raindrops approach, his eyes as calm and still as a placid lake.