Chapter 166: Chapter 115: The Terrifying Fang Shuwen

In his mind, the Undying Dragon Emperor was without equal.

If not for a karmic entanglement from long ago that kept him bound to the Dragon Emperor Hall, no one in the entire Eastern Domain Martial World could have stood against him.

Just then, Fang Shuwen spun around and strode out of the Cold Ice Pavilion, using [Soaring High] to launch himself into the air.

From within that brilliant flash of light, he yanked out a figure.

It was the Bone King!

But now, the Bone King’s body was a mangled wreck.

He had taken Fang Shuwen’s [Stunning Spear] head-on; the fact he had even survived was a testament to his tenacious life force.

But even though he was still alive, half of his body had been shattered.

The indestructible bones he had cultivated through the [White Bone Dao]—the very source of his pride—were now mostly shattered.

Although his remaining bones were still trying to regenerate using the Secret Technique of the [White Bone Dao], in his wretched state, he clearly had no fight left in him.

But even so, Fang Shuwen had no intention of letting him off.

Fang Shuwen knew well that the Martial Arts of the Hundred Ghosts Hall were treacherous and unpredictable. Cao Jiuyin’s constantly regenerating flesh was a prime example.

The Bone King’s power was centered on his bones. If Fang Shuwen didn’t shatter every last one and grind him to dust, he feared it wouldn’t be long before the old bastard was back in the Jianghu, perfectly whole and wreaking havoc once more.

So, after yanking him free, Fang Shuwen spun and slammed him from mid-air straight down to the ground.

BOOM!!

The ground caved in, the impact smashing a deep crater into the earth.

Fang Shuwen channeled his [Great Black Heaven God Palm], unleashing the move [Mighty Virtue Demon Subduing] with infinite power and viciously smashing it down upon the Bone King!

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master watched, so terrified he felt his heart would burst.

He had never seen a member of the righteous path act like this...

’Shouldn’t people from the righteous path know when to stop? Aren’t they supposed to be merciful and spare others when they can?’

’He’s already beaten the Bone King to this state, and the man has long since lost the will to fight. What is he doing? Is he going to tear him to pieces?!’

’Is this man... really from the righteous path, and not the Demon Dao?’

’Compared to him, the Bone King looks downright righteous and kind!’

As his mind reeled, he suddenly realized he’d been beaten into a stupor. ’Isn’t this the perfect opportunity to grab my Hundred-Pound Saber and run for it?’

’As for fighting Fang Shuwen again?’

’Before, he had been fearless out of ignorance. He wasn’t suicidal...’

He had lost all will to fight this man.

But in the instant he started to get up, Fang Shuwen—who was still relentlessly raining Palm Power down on the Bone King—suddenly looked up and glanced at him.

The gaze was ice-cold, as if it could pierce straight to the soul.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master swallowed hard.

"You... stay away from me!!!"

Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the Bone King.

His [Mighty Virtue Demon Subduing] had completely pulverized every bone in his body. The Bone King was dead, with only his head remaining. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, a final, unresigned stare frozen on his face.

"Still, it doesn’t feel thorough enough..."

Fang Shuwen grabbed him by the hair, shaped his hand like a blade, and swung it down.

[Unskilled Palm Technique], Third Form: [Broken Stream]!

The Bone King’s head toppled to the ground.

Fang Shuwen picked up the head, rose to his feet, and started walking toward the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master’s mouth fell slightly agape. In that instant, he no longer felt like the high and mighty Vermilion Bird Hall Master of the Dragon Emperor Hall on Undying Island.

Never before had he felt so weak and helpless.

The fear in his heart continued to mount. Every step Fang Shuwen took toward him felt like it was treading directly on his heart.

’Too terrifying!’

’How can such a terrifying person exist in this world?’

Just then, Fang Shuwen casually tossed the Bone King’s head aside and followed up with a downward palm strike.

CRACK!

The Bone King’s last intact piece—his head—was turned to dust.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master jolted.

’He... He’s trying to intimidate me!!’

’No, I can’t just stand here and wait to die... But... but... what do I do?’

"Run."

’Right! Run!’

A sudden clarity struck the Vermilion Bird Hall Master. He didn’t care who had spoken that word. Perhaps it was the sheer terror, but his body, once limp with fear, suddenly surged with immense power.

He shot to his feet, vaulted over the walls of the Cold Ice Pavilion in an instant, and with a light tap of his toes, became a fleeting shadow as he sprinted into the distance.

Fang Shuwen launched into the air after him, his expression darkening slightly. He suddenly spoke:

"A little help."

A streak of light flashed, and Miao Feichan appeared beside him, her expression dark.

"What?"

Her tone was sharp, and she looked at the bloodstains on Fang Shuwen’s clothes with disgust.

Because of their previous encounter, she had been secretly watching Fang Shuwen, looking for a chance to get even.

And so, she had witnessed the entire battle at the Cold Ice Pavilion.

She had to admit, despite her issues with Fang Shuwen, she thoroughly approved of what he had done.

’Everyone from the Hundred Ghosts Hall deserves to die!’

’And the Dragon Emperor Hall, for colluding with them, deserves to die too.’

Fang Shuwen said in a low voice,

"You should be able to catch up to him."

"I can, but I can’t beat him."

"Then take me with you..."

"Fine."

Although Miao Feichan still had a major problem with Fang Shuwen, she knew this wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

She reached out as if to grab his shoulder, but hesitated for a moment before suddenly crouching down slightly.

"Get on. I’ll carry you... We’ll be faster that way."

’An offer this good!?’

Fang Shuwen’s eyes lit up. Just as Miao Feichan was about to explain her reasoning, he had already hopped onto her back.

A vein bulged on Miao Feichan’s forehead.

"Why do I get the feeling... you’ve wanted to do this for a long time?"

Fang Shuwen cleared his throat.

"Senior, you must be imagining things. This junior has always been a humble gentleman, well-versed in propriety and virtue. How could I possibly harbor such improper thoughts?"

"The scoundrel is getting away, and his Lightweight Technique isn’t slow. I must ask for your assistance, Senior!"

"Hmph. You call *him* fast?"

As the words fell, her figure flickered. Carrying Fang Shuwen, she transformed into a streak of light and vanished on the spot.

And yet, merely moments after the two had departed, another figure quietly appeared before the Cold Ice Pavilion...