Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 171 - 66: Riot (Part 3)

What a pity.

No matter how skillful his spear technique was, it was useless against a metal figure. Meanwhile, Wu Hai casually swung his saber, forcing him to retreat continuously.

From behind, Fang Zheng slightly narrowed his eyes:

"Don't hold back."

He could see that Wu Hai and the others were holding back, their moves appeared fierce but in reality, they avoided vital spots. There was still pity for the refugees.

"Some of them aren't refugees."

Fang Zheng adjusted the crossbow and gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Puff!"

A hand-sized arrow pierced into a person's skull, directly blowing off the cap, and in an instant, red and white sprayed out.

Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged as he pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"

"Puff!"

His eyesight was astonishing, his reactions swift. He specifically targeted those who were burly in the crowd, hitting without miss, causing instant death.

In the blink of an eye, several people fell into pools of blood.

For a moment.

Even the refugees who were rushing in halted, showing terror in their eyes.

"Capture the leader first, seize the owner of this place!"

From the crowd, two figures dashed out like lightning, one leaping into the air, hands trembling, sending a burst of cold light straight at Fang Zheng.

Hidden weapons!

Fang Zheng slightly tilted his head, dodging the incoming hidden weapons, but it was too late to use the powerful crossbow again; two Second Blood martial artists had already closed in.

One held a Water-Splitting Needle about a ruler's length, while the other brandished a Mountain-opening Saber.

The Water-Splitting Needle's technique was sharp, with cold gleams appearing and disappearing, directly targeting vital parts; the Mountain-opening Saber's momentum was overwhelming, each slash shockingly powerful.

"Refugees?"

Fang Zheng snorted coldly:

"Are there so many martial artists among refugees?"

Second Blood martial artists could be elite disciples in a martial arts school.

"Who on earth are you?"

As he spoke, he dropped the crossbow and lunged forward, his hands as big as millstones, his power forming Tai Chi, seemingly light and fleeting but containing immense strength.

Stone-Smashing Hand!

Tai Chi Force!

Currently, Fang Zheng was well-versed in various martial arts, each move filled with the essence of martial arts practiced for years by others in modern society.

Furthermore, he could fuse power with technique.

Like incorporating Xingyi Bursting Force into the Twelve Springing Legs, Tai Chi Soft Force into the Baji Fist, transcending the realm of Xingyi Fist.

Experts, as soon as they made their move, would show their prowess.

"A master!"

Their expressions changed, and their attacks became even more fierce.

"Good!"

Fang Zheng murmured, his muscles and bones vibrating, Power into the Marrow erupting through his entire body. His punches and kicks clashing with the opponents' weapons were enough to make them suffer and cough up blood.

In just a few moves, their defeat was clearly visible.

Three Blood martial artist!

The man holding the Water-Splitting Needle's eyes narrowed, his pupils turned crimson and eerie, his mouth opened wide, spewing out a strange syllable.

"Stop!"

"Mmm!"

Fang Zheng let out a muffled grunt, his head snapping backward as if struck by a heavy hammer on his forehead, his consciousness suddenly sinking.

But in the next moment.

The Yama Visualization Method he had practiced for a long time activated on its own, Yama's shadow appearing in his mind, instantly suppressing the turmoil in his Sea of Consciousness.

A Secret Technique that attacks the mind?

If not for being a Three Blood martial artist, and if he hadn't practiced the warlock's Observation Method, sudden change might indeed lead him astray.

Fang Zheng's expression turned grim, a murderous intent rising in his heart, the ground beneath his feet shattering with a roar.

Looking closely.

The shattered ground formed a lotus shape, the soil blossoming outward, a technique from the modern Buddhist style, Lotus Steps.

Five fingers clenched into a fist, smashing fiercely toward one of them.

Vajra Hammer!

"Bang!"

The Mountain-opening Saber broke in half, its blade shards piercing into the opponent's body, with one shard tearing through his fragile throat.

The man holding the Water-Splitting Needle's expression changed drastically at the sight, turning to flee.

"Escape?"

Fang Zheng's eyes gleamed coldly, he dashed to appear behind the opponent, his arm bent to deliver an elbow strike, with a 'crack', breaking the spinal bone.

Eight Extremities Collapse!

With full power unleashed, the might of a Three Blood was fully displayed, two Second Blood masters, one dead, one critically injured.

At this moment, a string of shouts sounded from the long street outside.

"Clang, clang, clang... "

"Kill the traitors!"

"Young Master Fang, don't let the traitors escape!"

Torches linked into a chain, forming a fire dragon. There were dozens of people wielding weapons, breaking through the refugees with a path of blood.

Seeing this, the 'refugees' who had rushed into the Fang Mansion showed panic in their eyes. The one fighting Wu Hai let out a whistle, and the group quickly retreated outside.

They came quickly and retreated quickly, leaving only a pile of corpses.

"Young Master Fang."

A middle-aged man in embroidered clothes dashed into the courtyard, his sword already stained with blood, his expression relaxed at the sight:

"Are you alright?"

"Brother Shen." Fang Zheng cupped his hands to the newcomer, politely said:

"Thank you, Brother Shen, for coming to my rescue. I'm not in great danger here."

Shen Ji was the Patriarch of the Shen Family on this street, having practiced martial arts himself. His cultivation base as a Second Blood was decent in Gu'an County.

"It's good that you're alright, it's good you're alright."

Seeing Fang Zheng unharmed, Shen Ji couldn't help but smile:

"It seems I was overly cautious today. Tonight, when the refugees rioted, I discussed with a few masters from the street and integrated the nurses from each household."

"That's how we barely managed to drive back the refugees."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng's eyes brightened:

"Brother Shen has good judgment!"

Integrating so many people in such a short time, persuading various households to hand over their nurses, showed remarkable strategy.

He admitted he definitely couldn't do it.

"It's nothing much, mostly the credit of others." Shen Ji repeatedly waved his hand:

"By the way."

"Judging by the situation, the county's unrest won't be easily quelled. I wonder what Young Master Fang intends to do, whether to join forces with us?"

"Oh..."

"No rush on that, let Young Master Fang tidy up first."

"There's been much inconvenience today, tomorrow I'll visit you." Fang Zheng cupped his hands, bent down to pick up the 'refugee' lying feebly on the ground, casually knocking away the Water-Splitting Needle from his hand.

He carried the person to a side room and laid them on the ground.

Then he pulled aside the curtain, revealing the Magic Altar behind it.

"Magic Altar?"

The 'refugee' curled up and struggled. When he saw the altar, his eyes dimmed, he clenched his teeth angrily:

"No wonder you endured my Soul-Shocking Sound. It turns out you're a warlock, no regrets in losing today."

"However..."

"Don't think you'll escape unscathed!"

"Mother of Non-Birth, Homeland of Emptiness..."

"White Lotus Sect!" Hearing this, Fang Zheng paused his move to cast spells, furrowing his brow he looked down and asked:

"Are you a cultist of the White Lotus Sect?"

"Heh heh..." The 'refugee' grinned, fresh blood spilling from his mouth, his gaze dimming, evidently unable to hold on much longer:

"Yes, I am Feng Shuo, a disciple under the Incense Master. Although I die today, I return to the Homeland of Emptiness, while you will have your soul scattered, never reborn."

"Feng Shuo? Incense Master?" Fang Zheng ignored his words of temptation, picked up a Spirit Talisman, and said:

"Tell me everything you know, and how to use the Soul-Shocking Sound. If you cooperate, I might spare your life."

"Haha..." Feng Shuo laughed maniacally:

"Wanting to learn my Soul-Shocking Sound, huh?"

"Phooey!"

"Dream on!"

"That may not be." Fang Zheng's expression turned solemn, he formed a Seal Technique with his hands, recited a spell, and the Spirit Talisman in his palm ignited without fire, transforming into a wisp of blue smoke entering Feng Shuo's face.

Confusion Talisman!

A magic from Lu Mountain Wutou Sect, capable of bewildering the mind, most suited for interrogation.

"Feng Shuo?"

He shouted softly:

"Feng Shuo, let me ask you, what is your White Lotus Sect plotting by inciting the refugees?"

Feng Shuo's eyes showed struggle, his gaze sometimes confused, sometimes clear, he wanted to speak but forcibly stopped, his face showing a cold smile.

Fang Zheng frowned.

It seems martial artists from the Otherworld have strong resistance against magic, at least much stronger than people in modern society. The Confusion Talisman isn't very effective.

Of course.

Firstly, the Confusion Talisman's grade isn't high.

Secondly, his cultivation in the warlock's arts was insufficient.

If a Mage were to cast it, probably something could be learned.

Unable to inquire even on minor matters, naturally there would be no gains from the Soul-Shocking Sound. But trying doesn't waste anything.