A mont later, two figures erged from the mountain pass—a man and a woman.
The man was a monk, and the woman was full of seductive charm.
The monk was heard saying with a laugh:
"As expected of the Cyan Fang Sword, Tie Hancang. With you here, it was an easy catch."
"You talk too much."
Ironman said coldly:
"That Fang Shuwen is no ordinary man. I fear he’ll track us down.
"We need to get this little girl away quickly. As for this one..."
His gaze fell on Fang Lingxin, and with a flick of his hand, he tossed her toward the monk.
"She’s yours."
The monk was overjoyed and reached out to catch her.
But unexpectedly, Fang Lingxin changed direction in mid-air. The three of them froze, their eyes instinctively following her. It was as if sothing was pulling her, guiding her until she landed in the arms of a figure.
The person sighed softly and placed a hand on Fang Lingxin’s back. He circulated a bit of his Inner Breath, and with a muffled groan, she slowly regained consciousness.
She looked up, saw the person before her, and froze.
"Master? Didn’t you go look for Xiao Rou’er’s brother? I... where am I? My neck hurts so much..."
She instinctively glanced around. Seeing she was in Fang Shuwen’s arms made her feel a little awkward, and she quickly stepped away. Her gaze then fell upon Ironman and the other man and woman a short distance away.
She stared in confusion.
"Where did these two co from? What happened to Xiao Rou’er?"
"She’s fine. She was just knocked unconscious."
Fang Shuwen gently patted Fang Lingxin’s shoulder, his gaze shifting to Ironman.
"Give the girl back."
Ironman gritted his teeth.
"How are you here?"
Fang Shuwen clicked his tongue.
"And where did you think I’d be? Lured away by that clumsy diversion of yours?"
Ironman’s face darkened. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a sudden rush of wind.
The world blurred before his eyes as Fang Shuwen’s Palm Technique arrived.
Ironman dared not et it head-on and instinctively retreated a step. But he saw Fang Shuwen’s palm suddenly morph into a claw. Taking advantage of the retreat, Fang Shuwen swooped down and grabbed Shui Qianrou’s clothing.
A slight tug was all it took to pull Shui Qianrou over to him.
Ironman reached to snatch her back, only to be t with a second palm strike.
He channeled his Inner Strength and t the blow head-on.
An imnse force slamd into him, forcing him back three steps.
Fang Shuwen turned and tossed Shui Qianrou toward Fang Lingxin.
"Catch."
"Again?"
Fang Lingxin didn’t dare hesitate, quickly catching Shui Qianrou as Fang Shuwen tossed her over.
Just then, her pupils contracted violently.
"Watch out!!"
WHIRRR...
Accompanied by a sound like flowing water, a cold glint of light shot straight for Fang Shuwen’s throat.
The strike was incredibly fast and utterly unexpected.
The attacker was none other than Ironman.
Fang Shuwen t the blade with two fingers, but it was a soft sword. Pivoting on the point of impact, the rest of the blade whipped around the back of his neck like a serpent, its tip poised to strike his throat like a viper’s fang.
The reversal was swift, sudden, and completely unforeseen.
However, Fang Shuwen’s reaction was faster than anyone could have imagined.
He ignored the sudden attack and took a great step forward.
The sword’s technique required the tip to complete its arc and strike his throat. By stepping forward, he moved just before the blade’s tip could finish its turn.
His throat t the flat of the blade, not its point.
It was an incredibly risky move that no ordinary person would dare attempt. But Fang Shuwen’s peerless skill gave him audacious courage, and his actions were always unpredictable.
As he stepped forward, he closed the distance to Ironman. With a lift and thrust of his left elbow, a loud CRACK echoed.
Ironman was sent flying, his chest caved in.
Everything had happened with unbelievable speed. By the ti Ironman went flying, the monk and the woman had just snapped out of their stupor. They considered attacking together, but a single glance from Fang Shuwen sent them trembling.
The three words, "Demon Evil God," were simply too terrifying.
Lately, Fang Shuwen’s reputation had grown so fearso it was said his na alone could stop a child from crying in the night.
It was said that the villains who died at Fang Shuwen’s hands were struck down before they could even utter a single word.
People had discussed it before. Fang Shuwen never gave his opponents a chance to speak; death ca in the blink of an eye.
So, if you were Fang Shuwen’s enemy but couldn’t defeat him, how could you possibly survive?
The consensus was clear: before he makes his move, you must imdiately kneel and beg for rcy.
The monk and the woman had heard these stories. So, the mont Fang Shuwen’s gaze fell on them, they didn’t even think of attacking. Instead, with a THUD, they dropped to their knees.
The monk hastily cried out:
"Amitabha Buddha! rcy, Lord Evil God, rcy!!"
"..."
The woman couldn’t resist shooting him a glance. ’Is this really the ti for "Amitabha Buddha"?’
’If you truly believed in Amitabha Buddha, why would you have joined the Joyful Zen Temple?’
Compared to the monk, the woman’s plea for rcy seed far more... sincere. She batted her eyelashes at Fang Shuwen, though she didn’t dare use her ’seductive eyes like silk’ technique.
"Lord Evil God, as long as you don’t kill , you can do anything you want with ."
"..."
Fang Shuwen was speechless for a long mont.
Even Ironman, who was groaning in pain on the ground, couldn’t help but look over with contempt.
"You... you two... worthless pieces of trash..."
"I... I am truly... ashad to be associated with the likes of you..."
"You’re one to talk."
Fang Shuwen ignored the other two, his eyes fixed on Ironman.
"I’ve spared you because there are so questions I need to ask you."
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