He fought his way through the crowd in a matter of moments.

Their formation collapsed instantly. As they turned to give chase, Fang Shuwen suddenly planted his feet, sank into a low stance, and his fists shot out like spears!

BANG BANG BANG, BANG BANG BANG!!!

The fierce wind from his punches was like a volley of divine spears. Each strike was a lunging dragon, its power focused to a single point.

The wind from his fists moved too fast to be seen, striking at his opponents’ heads and blowing them clean off.

After a sudden offensive, as swift as the wind and as dense as rain, dozens of headless corpses were left permanently strewn across the ground.

Before the others could encircle him, Fang Shuwen was in motion, skirmishing along the edge of the crowd.

He had deliberately chosen this clearing to give himself room to maneuver, so why would he leave it so readily?

It was just his nature, forged on the streets from a young age. Seize the initiative when possible. When not, create an opening to seize it.

Standing his ground to kill them was an option, but it was far too passive.

He would have to meet whatever moves they made, whatever schemes they concocted, right where he stood. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Such a tactic was completely unacceptable.

Only by drawing them in and dictating the pace of the battle could he keep them constantly reacting and overwhelmed.

With his level of Inner Strength, Fang Shuwen could use the Cyan Cloud Step. Once he broke free of the crowd, most of them couldn’t keep up.

The few who could catch up were simply rushing to their deaths.

His Inner Breath was now circulating, all the meridians and acupoints in his body wide open. The various moves of the Great Black Heaven God Palm flowed from him one after another, each executed with perfect ease.

First came his more common techniques, like Vajra Tower Throwing, Twin Golden Lotus, Demon-Suppressing Seal, and Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon. Then came the moves he used less often—Anger Burning Heaven, Mercy Does Not Cross, and Prison Suppression and Evil Extermination—all unleashed in succession. He executed the final technique, Mighty Virtue Demon Subduing, with pure, uninhibited mastery.

Each and every move inflicted heavy casualties on the men in red.

By continuously using the Great Black Heaven God Palm, the Palm Technique, which had already been approaching Great Perfection, was finally honed to completion in the crucible of battle. He fully mastered it, reaching the Great Perfection Realm.

The sensation at that moment was incredibly profound. Fang Shuwen felt as though every move, every form, and every single variation within the Palm Technique was now perfectly clear in his mind.

He could now execute the techniques at will, no longer constrained by individual moves or forms.

He let out a long cry, his body soaring into the air as he thrust out both palms with a thunderous roar.

Two massive, hazy palm imprints flew from his hands, causing a deafening explosion as they landed among the crowd.

As his body rose and fell, his palms retracting and striking, the sound of explosions was endless. The ground in the immediate vicinity was shattered, the earth trembled nonstop, and screams rose and fell one after another.

Body after body was flung through the air, while others met his Palm Power head-on and were blasted into a fine powder, their blood instantly vaporizing on the spot.

Caught up in the thrill of the moment, Fang Shuwen suddenly integrated the Celestial Intent Four Symbols Technique into his attacks.

A Dharma Aspect rose behind him. The palm imprints, which had been roughly ten feet wide, swelled in an instant. Not only was their power greater, but the winds they carried caused the fires to spread. The blaze did not distinguish between friend or foe; far from aiding his opponents, it caused a great number of casualties among the men in red.

On the cratered, uneven ground, blood pooled unceasingly. Under the reflection of the blazing flames, it took on the ghastly color of lava, a shocking sight for all who witnessed it.

The scene left the Jianghu people watching from the surrounding trees utterly dumbfounded.

And on a distant hillside, the young man holding the sword tightened his grip, his eyes gleaming with a profound light.

Amidst the crowd, the black-robed leader could no longer sit still.

He had known tonight’s battle would not be easy...

Though Fang Shuwen’s name was not widely known, his combat record was a matter of public knowledge.

Within Zhuji Pavilion, he had put the Black Death Sect to the torch with but a wave of his hand.

At Qiuyue Nunnery, he had slain Flesh King Cao Jiuyin with just two palm strikes.

On his journey here, he had been virtually unrivaled.

But the black-robed man himself was of extraordinary origins and considered himself superior. Besides, he had brought only elites with him this time.

He had been confident that under the siege of so many men, neither Ye Feihua of Jinghua Pavilion nor Fang Shuwen stood a chance of survival.

He never imagined that after all this fighting, Fang Shuwen—though bare-chested—would remain completely unscathed, still as vigorous as a dragon and as fierce as a tiger.

His own subordinates, however, now lay strewn across the field, their blood flowing in rivers.

They hadn’t even managed to wear down Fang Shuwen’s stamina...

’The man moves like a blur. He’s not just killing blindly; he’s leading all several hundred men on the field by the nose. At this point, haven’t we lost more than half our forces?’

’If this goes on, does he actually intend to kill every last one of them by himself?’

At this thought, he hesitated no longer. With a tap of his foot, a dragon’s cry arose as he shot forward, several red-robed men following close behind.

His Lightweight Technique seemed to hold a special mystery. The few red-robed men following him appeared to merge into a single entity, their speed not decreasing in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen found tonight’s battle incredibly satisfying. He felt none of the burden of killing, only the exhilaration of putting all his skills to use.

He was about to unleash the same technique again, gathering power in his palms for the strike.

An unbelievably terrifying, scorching heat suddenly washed over him.

Fang Shuwen looked up slightly.

"Couldn’t sit still, could you?"

"Perfect timing!"

"Give me the push I need!"

The black-robed man did not dare to be arrogant in the face of Fang Shuwen. After watching him fight this far, he knew that if he still treated him as some common foe, he’d have no place in the Jianghu.

Without a second thought, the red-robed men behind him each reached out to place a hand on the other’s shoulder.

The last red-robed man in the chain gathered the strength of the others, focusing it all into his palms and pressing them against the black-robed man’s back.

The techniques they cultivated all shared the same origin. Fang Shuwen had seen them use this kind of method before, so he was not surprised to see it again.

However, the black-robed man’s own Cultivation was far from ordinary, and these red-robed men were a cut above the other red-clad fighters.

Now, channeling the combined power of his men through his palms, an astonishing might erupted from the black-robed man.

A terrifying dragon’s cry suddenly rang out. A massive Fire Force, resembling a divine dragon wreathed in roaring flames, shot straight toward Fang Shuwen.

With but a thought, Fang Shuwen converted all his Inner Strength into the Muscle Strengthening Scripture Divine Technique. An invisible current of energy swirled, and behind him, a Great Black Heaven God Dharma Aspect rose up!

This was something born of his mastery of the Great Black Heaven God Palm at the Great Perfection level, blended with the essence of the Celestial Intent Four Symbols Technique.

As Fang Shuwen thrust out a palm, a colossal palm shadow descended from the sky.

A single palm slammed down on the terrifying Fire Force, which then erupted with a deafening roar, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant.

The red-clad men and the few red-robed men who couldn’t dodge in time let out wretched screams as they were almost completely wiped out!

At the same time, as Fang Shuwen completed his strike, the Dharma Aspect behind him slapped out another palm.

The black-robed man had yet to recover from the shock of the first move when he felt the next wave of Palm Power wash over him. His entire body felt like it had been struck by lightning. Hearing a series of deafening explosions, he instinctively looked back, only to see the crowd of red-clad men behind him being blown to bits, their blood arcing through the air!

"No—"

The black-robed man’s pupils contracted violently.

But an irresistible force had already seized him, pulling his entire body involuntarily toward Fang Shuwen.

He tried to struggle but was powerless, able only to watch helplessly as he fell into Fang Shuwen’s grasp.

He heard the young man chuckle.

"Gotcha."

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P.S. That’s it for today’s Chapter burst. Starting tomorrow, updates will be at 6 PM with two Chapters released at once~