Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon
The Ghost Scholar had never imagined something like this would happen before he made his move.
He and Qing Yangzi were similarly renowned, but in terms of Martial Arts, the renegade from Taixu Dao was a cut above.
After all, Qing Yangzi hailed from a proper, prestigious sect and had been cultivating since childhood.
He, on the other hand, was a self-taught practitioner who had started halfway through life. There was truly no comparison.
This was especially true of that bastard Qing Yangzi, whose claims of getting closer to the Celestial Dao by slaughtering innocents had indeed allowed his Martial Arts to advance by leaps and bounds.
Not long after the Ghost Scholar had sided with the Black Death Sect, he had crossed paths with Qing Yangzi, but he had always come out on the losing end.
Over time, he had come to accept his inferiority.
When Fang Shuwen had suddenly attacked Li Nanchen just now, the Ghost Scholar had thought his own intervention would be enough to stop him. He never expected Qing Yangzi to act as well.
A combined blow from the two of them was by no means something an ordinary person could block.
He had thought Fang Shuwen was a dead man for sure...
But what just happened?
Qing Yangzi, whose Martial Arts were superior to his own, had been killed by Fang Shuwen with a single punch.
Now this monster was asking who he was... How in the world was he supposed to answer?
’What if I say I was just passing by and needed to use the privy... Would he believe me?’
As for his identity... he wouldn’t dare reveal it even if it cost him his life.
The name "Ghost Scholar"—anyone who heard it would be baying for his blood!
’Should I make up an alias on the spot?’
It wouldn’t be enough to fool him completely, but as long as he could trick the man into letting him go... he would immediately slip away.
He would run as far as he could and never again get involved in the Black Death Sect’s messy affairs.
The Ghost Scholar was truly worthy of his name; ideas popped into his exceptionally nimble mind one after another.
But just as he was racking his brains for a viable plan, he heard Fang Shuwen add two simple words after his question:
"Forget it."
’Forget it?’
’Forget what?’
The Ghost Scholar quickly understood what he meant by "forget it."
An immense force pulled him involuntarily toward Fang Shuwen. At the same time, he saw Fang Shuwen form a seal with his right hand and thrust out his palm.
The Ghost Scholar’s pupils shrank abruptly. He hurriedly tried to block the palm strike with his free hand.
He never expected that the moment his hand touched Fang Shuwen’s palm...
...a loud CRACK would ring out!
For a split second, the Ghost Scholar felt as if he had foolishly tried to block a toppling mountain with his arm.
But how could a mere arm stop a mountain from falling?
It was even more of an overestimation of his abilities than a mantis trying to stop a chariot!
Without a doubt, the palm strike broke the Ghost Scholar’s arm, driving it and his own forearm back into his chest.
BAM!!!
A spray of blood mist erupted from the Ghost Scholar’s back.
The last bit of color drained from the Ghost Scholar’s already pale face. The light in his eyes faded visibly as his body went limp... and he died on the spot.
"Forget it" meant that who he was didn’t matter to Fang Shuwen at all.
In that instant, you could hear a pin drop in the main hall of Zhuji Pavilion.
Qing Yangzi... the Ghost Scholar!
Dead!
In just a fleeting moment, one with a punch, the other with a palm strike. It was as effortless as crushing two ants, and their deaths were too gruesome to behold.
Even Xu Chongshan couldn’t maintain his stiff expression and vigorously rubbed his own face.
With his level of Martial Arts, if he hadn’t been poisoned, a character like the Ghost Scholar wouldn’t even be worth his notice.
Qing Yangzi was worthy of some consideration, but Xu Chongshan was confident he could take the man’s life within a hundred moves if they fought.
But the problem was... this young man had only used one move!
He used one move because that was the minimum effort required...
...It didn’t represent the limit of Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts!
That fact was, in truth, even more terrifying.
Zuo Qingshuang, for her part, wanted to ask Lu Xiaoqing and Zhou Qingmei just who this Fang Shuwen was.
Everything had happened far too quickly.
From Fang Shuwen attacking, to being intercepted, to killing Qing Yangzi and the Ghost Scholar with a single punch and palm strike.
The whole process was over faster than you could fart.
So much so that Zuo Qingshuang didn’t even have time to ask her questions...
And now, after killing Qing Yangzi and the Ghost Scholar, Fang Shuwen attacked Li Nanchen again without the slightest hesitation.
The people from Zhuji Pavilion weren’t the only ones who were shocked and appalled.
Feng Mantian’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets and fall to his feet!
He let out a furious roar, especially when he saw Fang Shuwen attack again:
"Stop!!!"
Li Nanchen’s pupils constricted even further.
But he had been the Senior Brother of Zhuji Pavilion for many years, and his own Black Death Demon Technique was not something an ordinary person could compare to.
The reason he wanted to capture Fang Lingxin was because, given her birth date, her blood was a powerful tonic for him. It could help him push his Black Death Demon Technique to the grand completion stage in one fell swoop!
Whether Zhuji Pavilion was destroyed or not, Fang Lingxin had to be his.
A man like him naturally possessed an extraordinary temperament.
So when Fang Shuwen attacked again, his mentality didn’t shatter into despair, nor did he turn and run.
Instead, with a SHING, he drew his longsword!
His sword was a fine sword.
It had been commissioned by Lou Yuxiao from the Eastern Domain’s most renowned sword-smith, Wind-Fire Lan Shan, and was named ’Evil-Slaying’.
Evil thoughts and wicked intentions, to be severed with a single strike.
This was Lou Yuxiao’s hope for Li Nanchen.
He also hoped that Li Nanchen could use this sword to slay demons and heretics, and uphold justice in the Jianghu.
The Swordsmanship Li Nanchen used was also a fine Swordsmanship!
From the Thousand Character Sword Technique to the Ten Thousand Words Sword Dao, every movement was a gem, every strike a blade’s edge.
Zhuji Pavilion derived its martial arts from literature, transformed words into sword techniques—a grand and righteous path with endless variations.
And Li Nanchen’s natural talent and comprehension far surpassed his peers. Moreover, with the Black Death Demon Technique coating his blade, the power of his Swordsmanship was elevated to an even higher level.
The sword’s blade was wreathed in thick black energy, carrying with it a boundless, sharp aura!
It appeared to be a single strike, but in reality, it held a thousand transformations.
Especially since he was a mere foot away from Fang Shuwen when he struck.
No one could possibly discern a flaw in his Swordsmanship in such a brief moment.
As the Senior Brother of Zhuji Pavilion and the Young Sect Leader of the Black Death Sect, Li Nanchen possessed this much confidence!
At this moment, even Xu Chongshan and Zuo Qingshuang, who were utterly disappointed in and hated Li Nanchen to the bone, had to admit that he had truly inherited the essence of Zhuji Pavilion’s teachings.
This sword strike of his could only be described as breathtakingly brilliant!
They even found themselves involuntarily worrying about Fang Shuwen.
Unfortunately, Fang Shuwen didn’t share their sentiment...
Facing this sword strike, he simply swept out a palm.
The fourth palm of the Great Black Heaven God Palm: Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon!
The palm began silently and descended lightly, yet it was the weight of a mountain packed into a feather, infinite variations contained within a single palm.
With a single DING.
Fang Shuwen’s palm landed on the Evil-Slaying Sword, and the Evil-Slaying Sword instantly shattered into pieces.
Shattering along with it... was Li Nanchen’s confidence!
Fang Shuwen paid no mind to his mental well-being. His left hand shattered the Evil-Slaying Sword, while his right shot out and grabbed.
His five fingers clamped directly onto the man’s face. Without any hesitation, everyone heard a sickening CRACK!!
Half of the head of Li Nanchen, the Senior Brother of Zhuji Pavilion, was crushed and distorted by Fang Shuwen’s grip, all signs of life extinguished.
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