Jiang Weiqi was startled by the words.
Fang Xin's simple sentence made Jiang Weiqi's hair stand on end.
He didn't understand why he, a Level 10 Warrior, was three realms higher than this Level 7 Warrior, Mangfu.
But what Fang Xin said made Jiang Weiqi feel a chill in his heart.
Jiang Weiqi immediately raised his guard and looked around.
A golden light flashed in his hand.
He held that bow.
This bastard was quite decisive.
The moment the bow appeared in his hand, he immediately drew it to its full extent.
The bow was drawn as full as the moon.
A golden arrow of light was aimed directly at the center of Fang Xin's clone's brows.
Jiang Weiqi's fingers spread open.
The arrow of light shot out with a 'whoosh' and embedded itself towards Fang Xin's glabella.
But in the next second, Fang Xin's clone suddenly deflated like a squeezed water bottle.
His entire body shriveled up like a deflated rubber toy.
Ultimately, it miraculously transformed into a crimson drop of blood emitting energy fluctuations.
The entire process was long to describe, but it happened in a flash of lightning.
That drop of blood, emitting energy fluctuations, flew close to the ground, directly piercing through the void and heading into the distance.
Finally, it hovered in front of Fang Xin's true body several hundred meters away.
Behind Fang Xin, four vans were parked.
Upon seeing the essence blood, he raised his hand, drew the essence blood into his hand, and as the drop of essence blood merged into his palm, Fang Xin's figure also blurred, then returned to normal.
"Director Jiang, are you in such a hurry to kill me?" Fang Xin smiled at Jiang Weiqi.
Jiang Weiqi stared at Fang Xin with a grim expression, "I truly underestimated you! I didn't expect you to possess the talent of an external avatar!"
Before this bastard could even finish speaking, he suddenly drew his bowstring and shot an arrow at Fang Xin.
Fang Xin's pupils instantly turned crimson, his aura suddenly surged to a Level 8 Warrior, and he narrowly dodged Jiang Weiqi's arrow with a flash.
He looked down and saw that his sleeve had still been grazed, leaving a tear.
Jiang Weiqi's golden eyes stared at Fang Xin.
Then his gaze shifted to the four vans behind Fang Xin.
He tilted his head slightly, signaling his dozens of subordinates.
"Those in the vans should be his reinforcements! Surround and kill them all!"
More than fifty subordinates swarmed towards the four vans.
Fang Xin raised his hand and waved.
The van doors opened.
Huang Dabao led his men out of the vehicles.
Then, those four vans looked like the vans from the Arsaner.
People continuously emerged from within.
Ultimately, more than four hundred people walked out.
They stood in a dense crowd behind Fang Xin.
When they saw so many people disembarking from the vans, Jiang Weiqi and the dozens of people he brought were utterly dumbfounded.
This seemed incredibly wrong.
They had a grand total of sixty people, and a few had gone to chase Shi Tailang and Tang Hu.
They had originally thought that fifty-some people beating up Fang Xin alone would be like child's play.
But Fang Xin directly pulled a trick on them, bringing a van full of people.
Fang Xin raised his hand and waved it forward.
Huang Dabao, leading Jin Biao and Ma Han, commanded the Seven Killings Sect disciples to charge at those people like wolves.
In an instant, Fang Xin, who was originally being ganged up on by more than fifty people, suddenly became the one leading more than four hundred people to gang up on more than fifty people.
Jiang Weiqi's face immediately turned pale.
He couldn't discern what kind of background these people Fang Xin had called were from.
These people didn't seem like members of the Sky Shield Bureau, nor did they resemble any officially registered organization.
However, judging by their combat methods in counter-attacking the church members, they didn't seem like a ragtag army, and each person's talent was very peculiar; both their attack power and self-healing abilities were abnormal.
Jiang Weiqi's gaze refocused on Fang Xin.
He also realized that the highest combat power among the people Fang Xin brought were only two Level 8 Warriors, and at this moment, Fang Xin himself also displayed a Level 8 Warrior, looking at Fang Xin's crimson pupils, Jiang Weiqi was filled with suspicion, this talent was very strange.
He decided to capture Fang Xin alive, so he could take him back for thorough research.
Just a mere Level 8 Warrior, even with more people, what could he do? Jiang Weiqi couldn't imagine how Fang Xin could win.
Without another word, Jiang Weiqi immediately unleashed his domain, drew his bowstring, aimed directly at Fang Xin's glabella, and shot an arrow straight at him.
Unexpectedly, Fang Xin showed Jiang Weiqi a strange smile.
He suddenly raised his hand and placed it over his heart.
Ssaiya!
Fang Xin's demeanor suddenly changed.
Behind him, a blood ring stood upright in mid-air.
Situ Shenshu stood within the blood ring, his hands pressed together.
As Jiang Weiqi was filled with suspicion, he suddenly noticed that his combat power had inexplicably turned into Level 9, and his expression immediately changed drastically. This was something unprecedented.
He couldn't help but look at the handsome monk within the blood ring, and Jiang Weiqi was horrified, wondering what kind of existence this was.
With that thought, Jiang Weiqi looked at Fang Xin again, clearly sensing that at this moment, Fang Xin seemed to have completely changed into a different person, his eyes revealing a king's disdain that treated all living beings equally.
The arrow of light hovered violently trembling at Fang Xin's glabella for a few moments, then the arrow of light blurred and dissipated.
Jiang Weiqi was panicked, unable to understand why he could have easily crushed Fang Xin like an ant just moments ago, and in the next second, he became the fish on the chopping block. However, this bastard was also decisive; he was about to instantly flash away from here.
Unexpectedly, a black light flickered and spun in Fang Xin's hand, then shot out with a 'whoosh'.
A small pagoda, the size and thickness of a finger, grew with the wind.
In an instant, it transformed into a towering giant pagoda.
It directly enveloped Jiang Weiqi.
Jiang Weiqi immediately plunged into darkness.
But this bastard was a member of the church, and he could emit light himself, like a firefly.
A golden light enveloped Jiang Weiqi.
Jiang Weiqi looked around and realized that at this moment, he seemed to be inside that small pagoda.
In the darkness, a fishy wind came. Jiang Weiqi quickly turned his head and looked behind him. The light expanded a bit, and without a word, he shot an arrow.
That arrow of light was suspended in the void in a corner of the dark space.
The arrow of light trembled violently, but it could no longer move forward even a fraction. Through the light of the arrow, Jiang Weiqi saw that face.
His face immediately changed drastically.
It was none other than Ji Yuan, who had been pursued by numerous forces before and eventually escaped.
Jiang Weiqi's face was pale, and he cried out in panic.
"King of Slaughter!"
Ji Yuan's two tentacles behind her swayed, and a sinister smile played on her pale face. Then, she placed one hand on her chest and bowed elegantly towards the direction behind Jiang Weiqi.
"Lord King of Slaughter! How should he be dealt with?"
Jiang Weiqi stiffened all over and quickly turned around.
He saw Fang Xin hovering in the air above the dark space.
The Panlong Spear was at Fang Xin's side, and nine Rings of Slaughter encircled the Panlong Spear.
Jiang Weiqi was utterly shocked, and the golden light enveloping his body also violently swayed, twisted, and deformed under this extreme panic.
"You... you are the King of Slaughter?"
Fang Xin's expression was cold as he slowly raised his hand.
The Panlong Spear, encircled by nine Rings of Slaughter, hung high in the void.
It was like a spear of judgment!