Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 279 - 94: Sword Hero (Part 2)

Fang Zheng stepped forward.

As he passed, the screens in the surveillance room flickered one by one.

"What’s going on?"

"Is the surveillance broken?"

"Where is he now?"

"..."

Mu Yuanchun looked serious and asked a man in black beside him:

"What’s happening here?"

"It might be some kind of equipment that can disrupt electronic devices." The man in black frowned, subconsciously pressing the handle of the gun on his waist:

"Young master, this guy named Fang is not simple."

"You don’t say." Mu Yuanchun snorted coldly:

"To become a kingpin of Qu City, how could he not have some tricks?"

"No." The man shook his head:

"What I mean is, there might be a hidden organization behind Fang, and he isn’t just a lone hero as we’ve investigated."

"The nearby surveillance cameras were personally set up by me, some of them are very special. Someone unfamiliar with this field couldn’t have disrupted them all."

Mu Yuanchun’s heart sank.

The Mu Family is not only a kingpin of the Western Continent but also supports a faction in Myanmar, with a group of mercenaries under their command.

These are people who have truly been on the battlefield in this age of peace.

Could it be...

Fang Zheng also has a similar organization behind him?

In that case,

it would make sense why, in just a year or two, Fang Zheng went from obscurity to becoming a secret kingpin of Qu City.

Mu Yuanchun stared at the man opposite him and asked:

"So, do you think we can hold this place?"

"..." The man pondered and then said:

"No problem!"

"Xia Country can’t bring in powerful weapons. With the terrain of the villa, unless their numbers are three times ours, they can’t possibly rush in."

Three times?

There are a dozen people here!

In such a short time, Fang Zheng couldn’t find that many people.

Hearing this, Mu Yuanchun felt relieved, but before he could catch his breath, a shrill, terrified scream suddenly came from the pager.

The villa’s surveillance also turned into snow one after another.

"Ah!"

"Ghost..."

"No!"

"Bullet head!" The man turned pale, clutching the pager and yelling:

"What’s happening there? What’s going on?"

"Boss!"

"Ah..."

"Run quickly!"

"It’s not human..."

The voices from the pager were urgent, shrill, and abruptly cut off, filled with intense fear that made one’s scalp tingle and heart cold just from listening.

"What on earth is happening?"

Mu Yuanchun’s facial muscles twitched, clenching his hands and gritting his teeth in anger:

"How many people have come from the other side, and what methods are they using? Are your men all useless, unable to say a complete sentence?"

The man remained silent.

Then he slowly drew his sidearm and strained his body, looking towards the door.

"Young master."

"He’s here!"

In just a brief moment, the cries and screams grew louder, coming right from downstairs to nearby.

The meticulously arranged defenses were so vulnerable against the enemy?

Just who is this opponent?

Suddenly.

The sounds outside completely vanished, plunging into silence, with only the occasional ’zzz...’ from the pager.

Everyone inside the room held their breath, not knowing how many opponents they would face next or what methods the other side had.

The unknown,

was what instilled the most fear.

Like an invisible hand gripping one’s heart and throat, suffocating them.

"Bang!"

The main door shook violently, with a deep rumble, causing dust to fall from the connection of the doorframe, also changing the expressions of everyone inside.

This door,

weighs several tons and is bulletproof!

What on earth hit it, nearly causing it to give way?

"Boom!"

The loud bang resounded again, the two doors flying several meters away from the wall’s restraint, landing heavily on the floor.

The dust settled.

A figure appeared at the doorway.

"Fang Zheng!"

Mu Yuanchun’s eyes widened:

"It really is you!"

He knew the visitor was Fang Zheng, but was surprised that only Fang Zheng was standing at the door. Who killed the Mu Family’s mercenaries?

What hit open the door?

Where are the others?

Without seeing the ’other’ enemies hidden in the shadows, the people inside didn’t dare to act rashly for a while.

"Are you Fang Zheng?"

Shangquan Xiuzun slowly stood up:

"The apprentice of Guo Ziran, Master Guo?"

"Hmm?" Fang Zheng’s eyes flickered, shifting his gaze from Mu Yuanchun to the other:

"And you are..."

"Shangquan Xiuzun." Shangquan Xiuzun untied the sword at his waist, holding the hilt with one hand, his eyes fixed on Fang Zheng:

"I’ve long heard of Master Guo’s great name, but unfortunately, I never met him!"

"Master Guo is said to have Divine Fist skills, reaching the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster, lighting the way for martial artists like us."

"I came here to learn the Martial Arts passed down by Master Guo!"

"Shangquan Xiuzun?" Fang Zheng nodded:

"It turns out to be the Eastern Sword Hero in person, pardon the rudeness."

This person was of the same generation as Guo Ziran, a senior in Martial Dao, and one of the three Sword Heroes among the Japanese, someone Fang Zheng naturally had heard of.

Guo Ziran had mentioned anyone likely to break through to the Daoist Sect Grandmaster realm.

He remembered them all.

"Not at all."

Shangquan Xiuzun shook his head:

"Master Guo is a pioneer in Martial Dao, a senior we all respect. As his direct disciple, you don’t need to be so courteous before me."

"I don’t care about your grudges with the Mu Family; today, I seek only one battle!"

"Though I die..."

"I will have no regrets!"

Saying this, he slightly bent his body, grasped the sword hilt with five fingers, his eyes never leaving Fang Zheng, with an intense battle spirit.

"You are indeed a man of Martial Arts."

Seeing the other side’s demeanor, Fang Zheng could only nod, extending one hand forward:

"Please!"

"You’re not using a weapon?"

"No need."

"Good!"

As the word fell, Shangquan Xiuzun’s figure abruptly vanished on the spot, replaced by a streak of sword light directly charging at Fang Zheng.