The Great Dao Mystic Finger, using the finger as a weapon, when cultivated to the extre, can penetrate the hardest of objects.
This is the Qingcheng Sect’s Sect Technique, primarily offensive. Initially, when Fang Yi was elected as the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch by Zhang Daozi and others, he requested the cultivation techniques from their respective sects but did not have much ti to practice, so he only learned the basics.
But even with just this, it was enough to deal with Ying Juekong, and the facts proved it to be true.
As the stones crumbled, Fang Yi stepped forward, picked Ying Juekong up from the ground, and threw him onto the high platform, landing right at Fang Tianqi’s feet, whose face had already turned pale.
The last trump card was lost, everything had collapsed, and Fang Tianqi no longer had the power to turn the situation around.
The entire hall was silent, not a sound could be heard.
Ying Juekong’s ridians were completely destroyed, severely injured by Fang Yi’s Great Dao Mystic Finger, leaving him powerless to fight again. The forr Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch ended up in such a state, desolate and pitiful.
Fang Yi returned to the high platform, standing opposite Fang Tianqi, and said indifferently, "Fang Tianqi, I wonder how you feel now."
Fang Tianqi’s face was already filled with a look of defeat, very pale. Previously, he was extrely agitated, but now he was utterly despondent and embarrassed because all his sches had been dismantled, all his plans had turned into nothing but illusions, and all his trump cards had been uprooted. He had no spare strength to stir up any more waves.
Fang Yi also deeply understood this point. If Fang Tianqi could still fight, he would definitely fight again, but now it was impossible.
"I underestimated you." Fang Tianqi stared at Fang Yi, his eyes no longer filled with hatred and anger, but deep regret.
"It’s not that you underestimated ; it’s that you overestimated yourself. You thought teaming up with the God Transformation Alliance could put to death? You’re too naive." Fang Yi said.
Fang Tianqi was silent; indeed, he was too naive, thinking everything too well. His destined failure stemd from Fang Yi’s attack on the Biological Research Institute under Tianjing. Since then, Fang Yi had been uprooting the forces behind Fang Tianqi.
Nail by nail, the path was cleared, and this was the key to Fang Yi winning this confrontation.
"I failed, very well, then I shall liberate myself." A look of decision appeared in Fang Tianqi’s eyes.
A dagger appeared out of thin air in Fang Tianqi’s hand, placed against his neck.
"No!"
"Fourth brother, don’t!"
The Fang Family mbers imdiately turned pale, shouting in dismay. Fang Tianqi seeking death was beyond their expectations.
However, it was too late...
Poof!
Fang Tianqi stabbed the dagger into his neck, blood gushing out like a fountain.
"Young master!" the old servant Zhou Quan cried out in grief.
It was all too late.
"Young master, how could you think of seeking death, the old servant will accompany you, serving you in the underworld!" Old servant Zhou Quan struck his forehead, blood flowed from all seven orifices, and he fell to the ground stiffly.
The Fang Family was overwheld with grief, the hall shrouded in solemnity, a tragic atmosphere pervading the hall.
Song Wuliang involuntarily shivered, ca to Fang Yi’s side, and whispered, "Brother Yi, I think sothing’s not right, it seems you’ve stirred up public anger."
Fang Yi smiled faintly and said, "The pure remain pure, the turbid remain turbid."
Song Wuliang pursed his lips, thinking, although the boss doesn’t see it this way, the others certainly do.
At this mont, the eyes of the Fang Family mbers were red. Beyond grief, they showed malicious eyes towards Fang Yi, as if wanting to swallow him alive.
Facing these predatory gazes, Fang Yi still responded with a detached smile, habitually taking out a cigarette case, drawing a cigarette, lighting it casually, indifferent and carefree.
"Fang Yi!!!"
Then Fang Mohan suddenly shouted loudly.
Fang Yi said nothing, took a puff of the cigarette, then slowly exhaled, only glancing at Fang Mohan with eyes full of mockery.
"Fang Yi, you’re despicable, you drove my fourth brother to death," Fang Mohan said coldly.
Fang Yi still said nothing, but the mockery in his eyes was increasingly intense, driving people crazy.
Fatty Song also lit a cigarette, facing Fang Mohan, said, "Hey, watch your words, what do you an drove your fourth brother to death? Clearly, it was suicide, my brother Yi never laid a hand on him."
Fang Mohan said, "Wasn’t he forced to death? What a joke, if it wasn’t for him forcing, why would my fourth brother die? My fourth brother’s death is directly related to him."
Song Wuliang almost threw the cigarette on the ground, saying, "Damn, you’re really unreasonable, who forced whom is clear even to a blind man. Earlier my brother Yi was imprisoned, can you dare say this guy wasn’t forcing him? Just now my brother Yi almost died, can you dare say this guy wasn’t forcing him? Failed and committed suicide, and you put the bla on my brother Yi, that’s too shaless, to this, I just want to say two words—hehe."
When it ca to argunts, Fang Mohan was not a match for Song Wuliang. Provoked, Song Wuliang almost jumped up, angry, "Fatty, watch how you talk!"
Song Wuliang said, "Oh, starting to threaten because you can’t win the argunt, huh? If you have any face, let’s duel."
Fang Mohan coldly said, "A duel it is, am I afraid of you, a fat man full of lard?"
Song Wuliang was finally provoked, as the word "fat" touched his bottom line.
"I’ll kill you today!"
"I’ll kill you too!"
Both their eyes turned red, charging at each other, seemingly ready for a life-and-death battle.
Yet, just as they were about to clash, Song Wuliang suddenly made a sharp ninety-degree turn, rushing off the platform.
"Out of the way, out of the way..." Song Wuliang ran out of the hall.
"Stop!" Fang Mohan shouted.
"Damn, if you have guts, co chase , catch , and I’ll** you a toe," Song Wuliang provocatively shouted ahead.
"You’re driving mad, I’m definitely going to kill you, you damn fatso," Fang Mohan chased out.
Everyone was dumbfounded, staring in astonishnt, because they never expected this fat guy to be so shaless.
A streak of black lines appeared on Fang Yi’s forehead, earlier Song Wuliang was so domineering, Fang Yi really thought this fatso had so hidden strength, didn’t expect him to be so shaless, leaving Fang Yi speechless.
This was just a minor episode, the hall quickly returned to calm, yet in this calm atmosphere, anyone could sense a turbulent undercurrent, rushing and surging.
Fang Yi almost finished the cigarette, carelessly flicking the butt under his foot, and extinguished it, a gesture filled with disdain and provocation.
After a mont, Fang Yi looked up at the Fang Family mbers and said, "I imagine you’ll all think Fang Tianqi’s suicide is related to , so be it, don’t hide anything, try all your tricks, I’ll take them."
User Comments
0 comments from readers