The Ten Thousand Catty Strategy, Wentian Mansion’s signature technique, possessed the might of ten thousand men. And today, it had failed to subdue a single monk?

BANG! BANG!

Two figures were suddenly sent flying through the air.

Their internal organs had long been shattered by Inner Strength.

Fang Shuwen grabbed Bai Hongzhou’s wrist with his right hand and made a slight slash to the left.

With a move from the Unskilled Saber Technique, Cross River Break Flow, Zhuo Qingshan’s perfectly good head was separated from his body.

At the same time, with a swift motion of his foot, a sharp STOMP was heard. Fang Shuwen had pinned Gou Danian’s incredibly heavy greatsword under his foot.

Fang Shuwen shouted,

"Catch."

He hooked the greatsword with his foot and sent it flying with a low hum.

Gou Danian’s immensely heavy greatsword, dragging Gou Danian along with it, shot uncontrollably toward Buddha’s Mouth, Demon’s Heart.

Gou Danian was dumbfounded. He tried to stop his sword, but it was completely out of his control.

Fang Shuwen’s kick had been too powerful; Gou Danian was swept along by the momentum, utterly helpless.

Buddha’s Mouth, Demon’s Heart had intended to kill Dongfang Wujiu first, but the sound of the sword tearing through the air told him this was no small threat. Not daring to be careless, he brought his hands together in the "Child Worshipping Guanyin" stance and caught the greatsword between his palms.

However, the terrifying force behind it pushed him back relentlessly.

He crashed violently into a storefront... but it wasn’t over. The force seemed endless, driving Buddha’s Mouth, Demon’s Heart backward through one wall after another.

Fang Shuwen didn’t bother to watch the aftermath.

After kicking the greatsword, he backhanded Bai Hongzhou’s Inverted Moon, sending the saber whistling through the air to pierce Han Xiao’s chest.

In the end, Fang Shuwen never took the hit from Han Xiao’s finger strike.

The poison powder filling the air was blown away by Fang Shuwen’s True Qi.

Simultaneously, he twisted and broke Bai Hongzhou’s wrist, slammed him to the ground, and raised his left palm.

Mercy Does Not Cross!

An Invisible Palm Power descended from the heavens. The twenty-odd masters, each using their own unique techniques, simultaneously felt a terrifying Palm Power crashing down upon them.

THUD THUD THUD, THUD THUD THUD, THUD THUD THUD!!!

One by one, figures were struck from the air, crushed until blood poured from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. Their bones were shattered, their tendons severed. The ground was indented with their forms as streams of blood pooled, mixing with the falling hail to become a bloody slurry that flowed into the drainage channels of Anyue City.

The entire process took place in the blink of an eye.

The moment Bai Hongzhou and his men decided to attack, they moved quickly. But Fang Shuwen’s movements were not just fast; they were like a thunderbolt.

Once he struck, he was unstoppable.

Only then did Fang Shuwen glance at Dongfang Wujiu with some surprise.

"What are you doing here?"

Dongfang Wujiu, holding his Silver Spear, was still visibly shaken.

"Who was that monk?"

"Probably a master on the level of the Three Immortals, Two Kings, and One City Madman, I’d guess?"

Fang Shuwen looked at Dongfang Wujiu, and a memory of that one night came to mind. His expression turned a little strange.

"Isn’t Gu Lianhua with you?"

Dongfang Wujiu’s expression froze.

"You... what do you know?"

Fang Shuwen shrugged.

"I know what I know."

"I... I couldn’t help myself."

’I have to find an excuse,’ Dongfang Wujiu thought.

’It’s not a great reason, but I guess it’ll have to do.’

But after hearing him, Fang Shuwen actually sighed.

"Me too."

’Yu Yaoguang just came at me without a word and forced herself on me...’

’So naturally, I couldn’t help but lie back and take it.’

’In that respect, I guess I’m about the same as Dongfang Wujiu, right?’

’The only difference is that Yu Yaoguang talks a big game, but in reality, she was a complete amateur.’

’But Gu Lianhua... her practical and theoretical experience are both at the pinnacle of perfection.’

Dongfang Wujiu found this conversation strange. He felt like something was off.

Just as he was about to ask, a tremendous BOOM echoed!

Looking toward the sound, they saw a two-story building slowly collapsing. A flash of golden light flickered, and a figure leaped onto a nearby roof.

It was Buddha’s Mouth, Demon’s Heart!

A Dharma Aspect stood behind him, taking the form of a demon sitting on a lotus throne. Its body shimmered with a sacred, golden light, making it impossible to tell for a moment whether the Dharma Aspect was a demon or a Buddha.

In his hand, he held a human head: Gou Danian’s.

Seeing him, Fang Shuwen’s lips curled into a smile.

"Impressive!"

Buddha’s Mouth, Demon’s Heart had assumed that after being besieged by so many masters, Fang Shuwen would be, if not grievously wounded, at least somewhat injured. The best-case scenario was that the attackers were still alive and keeping him occupied.

That was why he had hurried back.

Who would have thought that Fang Shuwen would be completely unharmed, standing amidst another field of corpses?

If he were truly in his right mind, he would have retreated upon seeing this scene.

However, he was not in his right mind.

Many things in this world that seem unrelated are, in fact, secretly connected.

For example, no one knew that Buddha’s Mouth, Demon’s Heart was once the star prodigy of the Ascetic Sect.

Before he was even twenty, nearly everyone believed he would be the next Sect Leader of the Ascetic Sect.

However, it was also in his twentieth year that he went completely mad.

If one cannot find great liberation through suffering, one will die from it.

Buddha’s Mouth, Demon’s Heart did not die.

He fought his way out of the Ascetic Sect, and the Inner Strength he had cultivated for over a decade was completely transformed.

The stricter he had been in observing the precepts, the more wantonly he indulged himself afterward.

The Ascetic Sect preached purity of heart and suppression of desire; he insisted on decadent extravagance.

The Ascetic Sect forbade contact with women; he insisted on sampling every beauty, plump or slender.