Chapter 570 - 250: Where Are You Going?
Chapter 570: Chapter 250: Where Are You Going?
’They didn’t hesitate for a moment when they wanted to kill me and drag my name through the mud.’
’And now that I hear Fang Shuwen is going to kill them, I still feel a pang of pity.’
’How pathetic!’
"No need to hesitate."
Fang Shuwen said matter-of-factly,
"History is written by the victors. Once they’re dead, everything they’ve said is just bullshit.
"Only the living get to speak."
His gaze shifted to Luo Shuqing.
"Why are you so quiet?"
Just a moment ago, back in the secret chamber and the cave, Luo Shuqing had been filled with righteous indignation. She had grabbed Suhe Lan’s hand so tightly that Suhe Lan couldn’t break free. Now, however, she seemed to have reverted to her old self. She was tugging at Fang Shuwen’s sleeve, anxiously clutching the hem of her dress.
Hearing Fang Shuwen’s words, she glanced up at him before timidly lowering her head again.
"..."
Fang Shuwen nodded. He understood. ’She’s putting on that act again.’
"They’re here!"
"Kill...?"
"KILL!!!"
The Tingtiao Pavilion disciples hesitated, but their Pavilion Master had given the order, and they dared not disobey.
Even though they knew this was a suicide mission... after so many years in Tingtiao Pavilion, obedience had long become second nature.
Tingtiao Pavilion was their entire world. The Pavilion Master’s command was absolute.
Fang Shuwen gave them a strange look and said softly,
"I am not a bloodthirsty man. Retreat now, and you may keep your lives."
However, the Tingtiao Pavilion disciples exchanged a look and ignored him.
One of them leaped into the air, striking out with the Tingtiao Divine Palm!
The principle of "Tingtiao," or "Listening to the Waves," is centered on using a "listening" force.
The circulation of one’s Inner Breath adapts to the opponent’s techniques, shifting the battle to their advantage.
Furthermore, when this "listening" force is cultivated to an advanced level, a subtle True Qi patrols the user’s body even when not attacking. This Qi can deflect and redirect incoming force, making it an incredibly powerful skill.
It was a form of Martial Arts that everyone in Tingtiao Pavilion knew.
Fang Shuwen was amused.
"If that’s how you want it, then don’t blame me for being merciless."
He countered with the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand, shattering the man’s Palm Technique. He grabbed his attacker’s throat and, with a sharp CRACK, snapped his neck before flinging the body away.
"Stay right behind me. Don’t go more than ten feet away."
Luo Shuqing, well-versed in this routine, quickly pulled Suhe Lan to stand behind Fang Shuwen.
A massive Dharma Aspect materialized around Fang Shuwen. It was wreathed in roaring flames, its Buddha Wheel blazing with firelight. With four arms, three eyes, and a ferocious, malevolent expression, it looked as if a fire god had descended!
By now, fires were raging throughout Tingtiao Pavilion.
The roaring flames seemed drawn by an invisible force, converging upon the Dharma Aspect.
It was the first time Suhe Lan had seen Fang Shuwen fight. She stared, dumbfounded, at the Dharma Aspect and the sea of fire converging from all directions.
"What... what kind of Martial Arts is this?
"It can actually command flames?"
Of course, she had no way of knowing that Fang Shuwen’s Celestial Intent Four Symbols Technique was a Supreme Divine Technique. It operated by mobilizing the Circulation of Qi, harmonizing his inner self with the outer world to forcibly borrow the power of nature itself to slay his enemies.
This fiery setting was the perfect home ground for the Fire God’s Fury.
Even though Fang Shuwen had other Martial Arts at his disposal, he couldn’t resist using this technique in this moment.
But Suhe Lan’s question went unanswered.
Luo Shuqing had seen it before, but she never asked questions.
Just then, the four illusory arms struck out in all directions.
BOOM!!!!
An endless torrent of fire, mixed with the terrifying True Qi of Fang Shuwen’s Celestial Intent Four Symbols Technique, instantly erupted in every direction.
Piercing screams mixed with the roar of the blaze. The Palm Power of Anger Burning Heaven swept through them. Those who were closer were instantly incinerated into charcoal, then blasted into dust. Those further away were sent flying, sparks erupting from their mouths and noses.
Their meridians and internal organs were seared by the flames, inflicting a pain so great they wished for death.
With that single strike, a huge area around them was instantly cleared.
But Fang Shuwen suddenly looked up and shook his head slightly.
"That crafty old fox is trying to run."
With that, he stopped slaughtering the Tingtiao Pavilion disciples. He grabbed Suhe Lan by the shoulder with one hand and took Luo Shuqing’s wrist with the other.
He activated the Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield, and a translucent, ancient bell instantly enveloped the three of them.
With a tap of his foot, electric light swirled around his legs.
The Electric Light Divine Step!
The massive, translucent bell shot forward at a speed nearly impossible for the naked eye to follow.
The deep, resonant toll of a great bell echoed endlessly in its wake.
Piercing screams rose and fell in waves.
In the blink of an eye, they had smashed their way clean through the encirclement.
But as they broke through, they looked up to see eight figures descending from the sky.
The eight figures linked their True Qi, which circulated among them as if they were a single entity.
They struck out as one, aiming a single palm strike at the translucent golden bell that had appeared before them in an instant.
It was the eight Elders who had appeared before Bolan Hall.
They assumed that with all eight Elders attacking at once, they could stop Fang Shuwen, no matter how peerless his Divine Technique might be.
Even if they couldn’t kill him, they thought they could at least cause him some trouble.
They never expected that the instant their palms touched the golden bell, the resounding toll would shake the heavens. Before they could even react, the Formless Sound Gang had transformed into a Buddhist Thunder Sound, returning their Palm Power right back to them.
The Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield was impartial. It made no difference whether they were eight men acting as one or eight men acting individually.
Whatever force it received, it returned twofold.