Pah!
Fang Xin's palm gripped Song Fuli's incoming wrist.
The wrist was less than ten centimeters from Fang Xin's face.
Song Fuli's entire arm was pitch black, and it had a very strange texture.
It was somewhat like a chocolate arm that had melted, continuously dripping venom and countless Gu worms.
Fang Xin ignored Song Fuli's Gu poison.
He slid his large hand upwards, directly seizing Song Fuli's neck.
Song Fuli's expression instantly changed drastically.
This was clearly his battlefield to command.
But at this very moment...
No matter how he urged the small pagoda artifact in his hand, he could not escape Fang Xin's control.
Not only that...
From the darkness, two streaks of terrifying crimson light erupted from Fang Xin's eyes, causing his heart to tremble.
It was as if he was a monarch holding the power of life and death.
At that moment...
Song Fuli felt that his life might just end here.
He never would have imagined...
That the King of Slaughter and the Zero Arbiter were the same person.
Song Fuli's mind exploded.
What the hell was there to judge now?
Was he supposed to judge himself?
If this developed, it would be all-encompassing, with no blind spots.
Song Fuli could feel that the Fang Xin before him was a Level 8 Warrior.
Originally, he was a Level 9 Warrior.
But for some unknown reason, his combat power had inexplicably dropped to Level 8.
Song Fuli involuntarily looked at the several shadowy figures behind Fang Xin.
Among them, the figure of the handsome monk leading the group gave him a sense of oppression second only to that from Fang Xin.
At this moment, Song Fuli felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He had originally planned to kill the Zero Arbiter, judge the King of Slaughter, become the Sect Master, marry a harem of wives, and reach the pinnacle of life. He was even a little excited just thinking about it.
Heh!
Guess what!
The Zero Arbiter was the King of Slaughter!
It was utterly ridiculous!
Fang Xin's hand squeezed Song Fuli's neck with such terrifying strength that Song Fuli had no chance to cry out.
Boom!
Fang Xin, still gripping Song Fuli's neck, violently slammed him into the wall, immediately creating a huge hole.
But Fang Xin didn't stop, dragging Song Fuli and crashing through everything. In a few breaths, Fang Xin had dragged Song Fuli through all the walls on an entire floor, finally bursting out of the office building.
When he tried to rush further out, Fang Xin found himself blocked by an invisible wall.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that a nearly transparent tower had enveloped the office building.
Fang Xin's gaze fixed on the small pagoda artifact in Song Fuli's hand. He casually took the small pagoda artifact from Song Fuli's hand.
Two Treasure Hunting Boys emerged from the blood ring, chanting, "Misca Mosca!"
They grabbed the small pagoda and examined it. Before long, they severed the connection between the small pagoda and Song Fuli.
Fang Xin immediately made the small pagoda his own artifact.
The moment he established a connection with the small pagoda, Fang Xin found that the entire office building was within his sight. This place was his domain to control.
Everyone inside was under Fang Xin's scrutiny.
With the injection of spiritual power...
Fang Xin, from a God's-eye view, took in everyone.
The next second, within the small pagoda, all the Seven Killings Sect members who had been in darkness regained light, while those who had followed Song Fuli in were plunged into darkness.
Fang Xin raised his hand, and the Golden-Patterned Tiger, the two Black and White Wolves, and the Great White Bear all sprang out.
As Fang Xin tilted his head slightly, the Soul General and fierce beasts charged out.
In an instant, the roles of offense and defense were reversed. Some of the people Song Fuli had brought tried to escape, but Fang Xin, holding the small pagoda, trapped all of them inside.
It was perfect for a massive feast for all the Seven Killings Sect members.
Fang Xin carried the now limp Song Fuli, sat down, and casually tossed Song Fuli onto the ground.
Song Fuli was already dead.
Fang Xin did not devour his vital essence, planning to give it to Jin Biao and Ma Han to consume and break through to Level 8 Warrior.
He played with the small pagoda.
As he turned the small pagoda, he saw the three small characters "Asura Tower" on it.
This little trinket was actually a twelfth-tier artifact.
According to the artifact classification, this item should be a Saint-tier artifact.
Song Fuli's strength was too low; his development of this item was insufficient. If he could fully develop this item, it could retain the people it had suppressed and killed, turning them into zombies with combat power equivalent to their living selves, becoming guardians within the tower.
In addition, the guardians within this tower could also devour and synthesize each other, much like raising Gu worms.
Fang Xin was pleasantly surprised to discover that this Asura Tower had a total of nine floors, and there were two synthesized zombies on the Eighth Floor and the Ninth Floor.
A Level 11 one was on the Eighth Floor, and a Level 12 Warrior was on the Ninth Floor.
Song Fuli's cultivation level was not high enough, so he couldn't summon these two to participate in battle.
Fang Xin's mouth stretched into a wide grin, like the waistband of cotton trousers.
He glanced at Song Fuli lying on the ground.
"You, you know, you came, and you brought me so many great gifts. You're making me feel a little embarrassed!"
As he spoke, Fang Xin raised his hand and placed it above Song Fuli, reading Song Fuli's memories from when he was alive.
After reading, he raised an eyebrow, "Song Fuli? You're called Song Fuli? What a good name. And you're the Sect Master of the Haoran Sect? Do you really deserve to be called the Haoran Sect? To kill me, you even brought out your sect's treasure! You really went all out!"
Fang Xin played with the Asura Tower, quite fond of this little item.
After some research and several operations, Song Fuli's corpse stood up, its body shrinking and being absorbed into the small pagoda in Fang Xin's hand. After a few days of nurturing, it could transform into a zombie for battle.
As for the two zombies inside, under normal circumstances, they could only be released to assist in battle when Fang Xin was at the same level. However, Fang Xin had the bonus of Situ Shenshu's talent skill.
He only needed to be a Level 10 Warrior to summon the Level 11 Warrior zombie from the Eighth Floor to fight.
The battle was nearing its end. The Seven Killings Sect members, with their Slaughter Talent bonus, were still overwhelming the opposing 800 people, even though they were outnumbered.
After a round of frenzied devouring, the overall strength of the Seven Killings Sect would surely undergo a drastic change.
Fang Xin could store the corpses of these 800 people in the Asura Tower to use as skeleton soldiers.
Fang Xin flicked his finger, and a blood-red light split into two, flying into the foreheads of Jin Biao and Ma Han.
Upon sensing the energy of the vital essence, both of them exclaimed emotionally, "Thank you, Sect Master!"
Fang Xin held the Asura Tower in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, all the enemy corpses in the office building disappeared on the spot, entering the Asura Tower.
Although they had just experienced a great battle, all the members of the Seven Killings Sect were overjoyed, as if it were New Year's Day. People sitting at home, with benefits delivered to their doorstep – who wouldn't be happy?
Huang Dabao was a little injured. He bared his teeth and approached Fang Xin, saying fiercely, "Sect Master, these bastards are from the Yan family in Linyang City, and also from the Haoran Sect behind them. They suffered heavy losses this time. I plan to reorganize a bit and take advantage of their weakness to completely resolve and annex them! This way, all our assets combined will exceed ten billion!"
"You handle this matter!"
Fang Xin's attention wasn't on this at the moment; instead, he had received a message.
Zhuge Heng's battle with the fake King of Slaughter had ended.
However, the specific battle results were not announced.
Fang Xin pondered for a moment and sent a message to Bai Mao Zai, "Big Brother, how was the battle?"
Before long, Bai Mao Zai replied, "It's over. That bastard isn't the King of Slaughter. The real King of Slaughter is hiding somewhere, observing the situation!"
Fang Xin scratched the side of his face. Why did that sound so awkward? He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but Fang Xin always felt as if Bai Mao Zai had cursed him.
"If he's not the King of Slaughter, then who is he?"
"A Xin, you might find the truth hard to accept!"