459: Chapter 459: Slaughter the Experts 459: Chapter 459: Slaughter the Experts Hearing his master’s voice, Ghost Hand felt a huge burden lift from his heart, and the violent aura that had been escalating on him disappeared in an instant.
Like many friends and relatives close to Fang Bai, Ghost Hand also held a near-fanatical veneration and blind confidence in Fang Bai.
He believed that as long as Fang Bai arrived, the sword array would no longer be able to do anything to him.
Ah—
Hey yo—
Two screams rang out simultaneously from the mouths of the brothers Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai.
Two pebbles, origin unknown, had flown through the curtain ford by the eighteen soft swords and struck the brothers behind their knees.
Their legs went numb; they beca unsteady and knelt to the ground.
As the strongest in the group of eighteen forming the sword array, the brothers Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai were also the soul of the array.
With their fall, the entire sword array instantly showed nurous flaws and fell into disarray.
The pressure around Ghost Hand suddenly diminished.
Seizing the opportunity, he launched both fists, sending Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai flying far away.
With the death of Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai, the remaining sixteen disciples of Misty Rain Tower imdiately fell into disarray, losing all courage and willingness to fight, and turned to flee, abandoning their swords.
However, when they reached the mountain path for descent, they found a young man dressed in casual clothes standing leisurely, blocking their path ahead.
These Misty Rain Tower disciples, seeing Fang Bai for the first ti, knew only of Ghost Hand’s fearsoness, how he had killed the Tower Master and two Elders, a Life-Snatching fiend, but were unaware that Fang Bai was Ghost Hand’s master.
“Kill!”
Fearful of Ghost Hand pursuing them and seeing soone blocking the way, they continued their attempt to escape by charging directly toward Fang Bai without hesitation.
From Fang Bai, these Misty Rain Tower disciples could not sense any Martial Artist Aura and mistook him as a re tourist enjoying the snowy scenery, planning to kick him out of the way.
“Go back,”
Fang Bai reached out, grabbing the foot of the Misty Rain Tower disciple who was in the lead and attempting to kick him.
With a light flick, the disciple was sent flying, screaming through the air in a parabolic arc, then landed precisely at Ghost Hand’s feet without deviating.
Before the other Misty Rain Tower disciples could react, Fang Bai’s figure flashed continuously, as if entering a domain devoid of anyone else.
In the blink of an eye, all sixteen disciples who had reached him were grabbed and thrown by him, soaring high into the air, and like stacking Arhats, landed at Ghost Hand’s feet.
“Deal with these n, I’ll wait for you at the foot of the mountain,”
Fang Bai said and then turned to drift away.
The north wind howled, and the snow flew heavily.
In the snow, the bloody traces upon the bodies of Wen Xiangxin, Wen Xiangshan, and Wen Xianghai had already coagulated, and their corpses had turned cold and stiff.
Their faces were a mix of desperation, ferocity, terror, and distortion, creating a heart-stopping, chilling sight.
The sixteen Misty Rain Tower disciples struggled to get up from the ground, only to kneel before Ghost Hand again, pleading desperately for their lives.
They had the self-awareness to realize that even the top fighters of Misty Rain Tower, Wen Xiangxin, Wen Xiangshan, and Wen Xianghai, had been killed one by one by Ghost Hand.
How could they, re early-stage Profound Level Martial Artists, be a match for Ghost Hand?
Moreover, there was Fang Bai lurking nearby, who had easily overpowered them, ready to support Ghost Hand at any mont.
They could neither fight nor escape!
To stay alive, their only option was to beg for rcy.
Ghost Hand looked down at the sixteen Misty Rain Tower disciples groveling at his feet, pleading for their lives, his eyes filled with scorn.
It was these people who had once turned into butchers, slaughtering hundreds of disciples in Myriad dicine Valley.
Had it not been for sheer luck, he also would have been dood.
Ghost Hand still rembered when Myriad dicine Valley was subjected to a massacre, there were also disciples who desperately pleaded for rcy to those people, but they were still ruthlessly slain.
And now, it was these people’s turn to kneel at his feet, begging him desperately for rcy.
“Spare your life?
Heh… When you killed the disciples of ‘Myriad dicine Valley,’ did anyone pity them?
Spare them their lives?”
Ghost Hand spoke word by word, his gaze ice-cold and rciless, with killing intent spreading throughout his chest.
“I’ll fight you!”
So disciples of Misty Rain Tower, seeing no hope in begging for rcy, leaped up, charging at Ghost Hand with all their might, hoping for a desperate struggle.
Upon seeing this, other disciples of Misty Rain Tower also gritted their teeth and rushed forward, launching a group attack against Ghost Hand.
“Die!”
A thunderous and fierce shout burst from Ghost Hand’s mouth as his fists, like thousand-pound hamrs, continuously pounded out, occasionally hitting Misty Rain Tower disciples.
With blood spurting wildly, they were sent flying backward, landing only to die tragically upon hitting the ground.
With Ghost Hand’s combat strength surpassing even that of high-rank and mid-rank Profound Level powerhouses like Wen Xiangxin, Wen Xiangshan, and Wen Xianghai, facing a dozen or so low-rank Profound Level Martial Artists who were attacking him in a disorderly manner was even less of a concern for him.
He rose with divine fury, bellowing angrily, executing his movent technique, raging through the sixteen Misty Rain Tower disciples as if in an uninhabited realm, unstoppable in his charge.
True Yuan surged, the wind from his fists whistled, and screams were incessant.
In just a matter of minutes, no one remained standing near Ghost Hand.
The corpses of the sixteen Misty Rain Tower disciples lay scattered among the snow on the ground around him, each body marked with deep indentations from his fists, showcasing the ferocity and dominance of Ghost Hand’s punches.
The disgusting stench of blood perated the cold air, with vast swathes of crimson on the snow being dazzling and startling to behold.
Ghost Hand’s gaze swept over those bodies one by one, murmuring, “To kill for a life, blood debts paid by blood, these are the rules of the Ancient Martial World… In this battle, had I been weak, then it would be I who died.
But you were weak, so it’s only right that you die!”
He stood in place for a mont, then turned his head toward the west, his aura saturated with killing Qi, his eyes becoming sharp once again, clenching his fist and saying, “The vendetta against Misty Rain Tower ends here!
Next, Qingcheng Temple!”
……
The calamity that befell Jiangnan’s Misty Rain Tower with the slaughter of all its high-level masters spread like a fierce wind, sweeping through the entire Secular Ancient Martial World overnight, causing every Martial Artist to tremble.
Almost all Martial Artists were guessing which power Misty Rain Tower had offended to incur such a catastrophe.
So even boldly speculated that the fall of Misty Rain Tower might be the work of Hidden Sect disciples.
Because only the Hidden Sect disciples were capable of easily decimating a Misty Rain Tower that boasted nearly twenty Profound Level Martial Artists.
Replaced by any other Sect in the secular Ancient Martial World, none would possess that ability.
Others said the annihilation of Misty Rain Tower shouldn’t be linked to the Hidden Sect, because only a dozen or so Profound Level Martial Artists from Misty Rain Tower were slaughtered, while the other disciples were unhard, which was not the style of the Hidden Sect disciples.
Regardless of whether the destruction of Misty Rain Tower was the doing of the Hidden Sect or not, it had already aroused the alertness of the Huaxia Secular Ancient Martial World.
For a ti, all great Ancient Martial Sects were in a state of alarm, as if facing a formidable enemy, with each Sect raising their alert levels and recalling all disciples who were out on training for self-preservation.
Even the most secretive organization of Huaxia, “Dragon Guard,” also began to operate urgently, making every effort to investigate whether the destruction of Misty Rain Tower was related to the Hidden Sect disciples.
anwhile, far from Suhang, the two great Sects, Qingcheng Temple and Shaolin, while secretly sending people to Misty Rain Tower to gather information, also closed their gates tightly, strictly ordering their disciples not to leave casually.
At the sa ti, the higher-ups of the two Sects also began to et frequently and secretly discuss sothing, appearing as though a storm was about to descend upon the world.
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