Xiahou Wu's eyes were bloodshot.
As the saying goes, a shameless person is invincible under heaven.
Too often, people with high moral standards encounter those who are utterly shameless and can be angered to death.
Xiahou Wu was still young; after hearing Zhao Yongyi's words, he trembled with rage, wishing he could pounce on Zhao Yongyi and devour him alive.
Fang Xin stood behind Xiahou Wu, his gaze passing over Xiahou Wu's shoulder to look at Zhao Yongyi in the distance.
He had previously encountered Zhao Yongyi's son, Zhao Shuo.
Indeed, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked.
But this upper beam was crooked beyond measure.
Fang Xin's gaze settled on the old man beside Zhao Yongyi.
This old man seemed nonchalant, but in reality, he was already prepared to make a move against Fang Xin.
As expected.
Just as Zhao Yongyi was drawing attention with his orphan remarks.
The old man's wide robe beside him suddenly spread open.
A dark, eerie aura burst forth from within.
Dozens, almost a hundred, ghostly figures swept towards Fang Xin.
His attack was swift and brutal, reaching Fang Xin in an instant.
Fang Xin felt as if he was in the domain of a ghostly realm.
Those ghostly figures drilled into Fang Xin's nine orifices, attempting to possess his body.
If this old man were a Level 8 Warrior, Fang Xin might have temporarily avoided the confrontation.
But Fang Xin, with a Slaughter Talent already at Level 7 Warrior, didn't put the opponent in his eyes at all.
Fang Xin's pupils instantly turned crimson.
The Ring of Slaughter instantly pierced through the layers of ghost shadows.
These ghost shadows seemed to be scorched by the Ring of Slaughter, and sharp, piercing sounds emanated from them.
Fang Xin did not use his full strength.
Just now, through his keen hearing, he vaguely heard that the Zhao family also had a Level 7 Warrior worship.
First, he wanted to lure out the other Level 7 Warrior worship, then capture both of them.
The old man in the distance, seeing that Fang Xin had not been captured, looked at the seven-layered Ring of Slaughter wrapped around Fang Xin's arm. He had never seen such talent before. Firstly, he thought Fang Xin was young, and he, being old, couldn't possibly be defeated by a youth. Secondly, he simply had enough confidence in his own strength.
The old man leaped up like a hawk, his wide black robe rustling.
Mid-air, the old man donned a ferocious Nuo mask, holding a three-pronged bronze bell in his left hand and a nine-section whip, entirely black, in his right.
Ding-a-ling!
The bronze bell made a crisp sound, but this sound did not make people clear-headed; instead, it was a psychic attack artifact, capable of affecting one's mind, causing severe headaches and temporary loss of consciousness.
The entirely black nine-section whip in his right hand lashed through the air with a sharp crack, ghosts swirling around it, and sharp, piercing, chaotic, and disturbing cries of ghosts emanated from it.
All of this takes a long time to describe, but it happened in a flash.
The old man's body arced through the air, landing precisely where Fang Xin was, and the entirely black nine-section whip in his hand was already smashing down towards Fang Xin's head.
"Little brat! Come and fill a spot in this old man's Ten Thousand Souls Robe!"
Fang Xin's gaze was cold.
He raised his left arm, and the wristguard on his arm burst forth with a faint glow, a shield appearing out of thin air.
With a clang.
Mangfu's (Brute) robust physique raised the shield, firmly catching the old man's nine-section whip.
He then adopted a powerful stance, like an overlord lifting a tripod, forcefully sending the descending old man back into the sky.
Fang Xin twisted his right hand, the Panlong Spear in his grip, and the Ring of Slaughter emanated from his arm in circles, wrapping around the spear.
With a step, Fang Xin's body blurred with black light, instantly flashing behind the old man who had been sent flying into the air.
Fang Xin, holding the Panlong Spear, spun in mid-air, and the Panlong Spear heavily struck the old man's back.
The old man shot out like a cannonball, his wide robe rustling crisply as it rubbed against the air.
With a thud, the old man's body crashed into the ground, kicking up countless dust.
The old man was badly disoriented, his face turning a purplish-liver color. He let out an angry roar, slapped the ground, and forced himself to stand. The wide, dark Ten Thousand Souls Robe swirled with numerous ghost shadows, and the old man brought his hands together.
The bell was below, the nine-section whip above, both in a line. The old man coughed up heart's blood, spraying it evenly onto the bell and the nine-section whip, then roared, "I'll fucking kill you!"
"Endless Senluo! Myriad Manifestations of the Ghost Realm! A Hundred Ghosts Clear the Way! Ghost King, Aid Me!"
The Ten Thousand Souls Robe on him seemed to come alive, with layers of ghost shadows piecing together on it, forming a single entity. The Nuo mask on the old man's face also began to wriggle, as if it had come to life.
Fang Xin's face was stern. His body flashed, and he was already in front of the old man. Twisting his waist, he thrust out a spear.
The dragon shadow on the Panlong Spear entwined with the Ring of Slaughter, moving along the spear.
A cold glint arrived first, followed by the spear, like a dragon entering!
The Panlong Spear struck the old man squarely in the chest, and the long spear immediately impaled and lifted the old man diagonally.
The seven-layered Ring of Slaughter, circle after circle, solidly imprinted itself.
A muffled groan escaped the old man's lips.
The Ten Thousand Souls Robe and the Nuo mask on his face also let out sharp cries.
Fang Xin mumbled, "Always with these flashy tricks!"
The spearhead felt light.
Fang Xin looked closely and found that the Ten Thousand Souls Robe was impaled on the spearhead, while the old man had shed his skin like a cicada, flashing to Zhao Yongyi's side, gasping for breath, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, the Nuo mask removed, revealing a face as pale as paper, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Zhao Yongyi's expression changed drastically at the sight, and the entire Zhao family was greatly alarmed. "Elder Jin! You... you can't defeat a youth?"
The old man glared fiercely at Fang Xin. "He must have used some method to preserve his youth, making people mistakenly believe he is very young, deceiving others. I fell for it, how despicable and shameless! Patriarch Zhao, it's certain now, he is Xiahou Wu's backer! Let Old Ma come out, with the two of us working together, we can definitely take him down! Damn it, I will definitely refine his soul into my Ten Thousand Souls Robe today!"
Zhao Yongyi glanced into the distance. "Elder Ma! I trouble you to make a move!"
A gust of wind came from afar, and another figure rapidly approached.
He glanced at Elder Jin. "Old Jin, are you alright?"
Elder Jin glared fiercely at Fang Xin, trying to justify himself. "I'm fine, Old Ma, be careful, this bastard is very cunning!"
As he spoke, Elder Jin looked at Zhao Yongyi again. "Patriarch Zhao, you lead your men to kill the others. They are all mere cannon fodder, not a single Level 5 Warrior among them! Tonight, every single one of these people, I will refine their souls into my Ten Thousand Souls Robe!"
When Xiahou Wu saw that the Zhao family actually had another Level 7 Warrior expert, his face instantly turned pale.
The expressions of the other Seven Killings Sect members behind him also changed significantly.
Xiahou Wu turned his head to look at Fang Xin. "Sect Master, they still have a Level 7 Warrior worship!"
Fang Xin also feigned a shocked expression.
Seeing this situation, a sinister smile appeared on Zhao Yongyi's face. Hearing Xiahou Wu call Fang Xin 'Sect Master' and seeing the changes in everyone's expressions, Zhao Yongyi was certain that Fang Xin was Xiahou Wu's biggest backer today.
"My dear nephew, you are still too young. This newly hired worship was specifically to guard against you! Didn't expect that, did you!"
Elder Jin and the later arriving Elder Ma exchanged glances.
"With just these few people, you dare to call yourself a Sect Master and attack the Zhao family! What arrogant nonsense! This old man will teach you some manners today!"
The two almost simultaneously launched another attack on Fang Xin.
Zhao Yongyi pulled out a knife from his spatial ring, looking with a sinister smile at the now pale Xiahou Wu.
"My dear nephew! You think you can get revenge with these insignificant nobodies! That's simply wishful thinking. Uncle will send you to meet your deceased father!"
Huang Dabao licked his lips, gathering towards Fang Xin's direction. "Sect Master, what should we do? This is a bit tricky, should we leave?"
Elder Jin cackled. "Can you escape?"
Fang Xin looked at the gradually approaching, murderous Elder Jin and Elder Ma, stepping on the Ten Thousand Souls Robe.
One second he had an expression of 'I'm very scared.'
The next second, he grinned, revealing an expression of 'I was just pretending.'
"You want to compare numbers, huh?"