Faint wisps of smoke drifted from their mouths and noses.

This was a sign that their True Qi was scorching their meridians.

But the power of that palm strike didn’t end there. The Palm Power continued unabated, sending men sprawling in its wake. A series of explosive BANGS resounded endlessly.

Without bothering to see what happened to them next, Fang Shuwen lashed out with a kick, sending a red-clad figure in front of him flying.

The man flew like a cannonball, crashing violently into the crowd behind him and instantly felling dozens of people.

His body was coursing with Fang Shuwen’s Inner Strength. Anyone he collided with suffered broken bones and torn tendons; the unlucky ones were killed outright.

Just then, two palms struck his back simultaneously.

Fang Shuwen faltered for only a split second as more palms struck his chest, abdomen, shoulders, head, and legs.

The attackers had witnessed Fang Shuwen’s terrifying Martial Arts and had planned to strike and immediately retreat.

To their dismay, while the attacks landed, they found they couldn’t pull back...

Fang Shuwen was like a giant vortex. The moment they tried to pull away, they realized the truth: it wasn’t that they had managed to hit him, but that he had allowed them to.

Without any resistance, all of their Inner Strength surged into the massive vortex that was Fang Shuwen.

In the space of a few breaths, they were completely drained.

With a low shout, Fang Shuwen spread his arms. BANG BANG BANG, BANG BANG BANG!!

The men who had struck his vital points were all flung backward by an even more terrifying force.

Before they could even land, the shockwave had already killed them.

In that instant, even though the men in red all considered themselves masters of unique skills, none of them dared to make another move.

From the moment he’d made his move, only a few breaths had passed, yet nearly a hundred bodies already lay strewn across the ground.

The scene didn’t just fill the red-clothed men with terror; even the skilled Jianghu masters spying from the distant trees turned deathly pale.

As they looked at each other, they all suddenly thought their companions were incredibly brave.

’To even dare to chase after a monster like that...’

’They must have a death wish.’

Meanwhile, on a distant hillside, a glint of light appeared in the eyes of the young man carrying a sword.

All these men were here on his orders, but he felt no anger at their deaths. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.

Fang Shuwen, on the other hand, frowned as he examined his robes.

’The Martial Arts these people use are a real nuisance.’

This Pure Yang Fire Force was channeled through Inner Strength, giving it immense heat. In that brief moment, it had already left large, black, hand-shaped scorch marks all over his clothes.

’These clothes are clearly ruined, not to mention my cuffs are still burning.’

He first took the Blood-Sinking Sword from his back and casually plunged it into the ground beside him.

Upon seeing this, the hearts of the red-clothed men skipped a beat.

’They had seen him carrying a sword before they attacked and assumed he was a master of Swordsmanship. Who would have thought his unarmed fighting was so peerless?’

’Yet he still hadn’t drawn the blade.’

’Is he finally going to use his ultimate Swordsmanship technique now?’

But after planting the sword in the ground, Fang Shuwen didn’t draw it. Instead, he reached into his robes, took out the Seven-String Ancient Chapter, and tucked it into his belt.

Only then did he grab his clothes and, with a heave, a loud RRRIPPING sound echoed.

He tore off his tattered robes. The bare-chested young man’s every muscle seemed perfectly defined.

Not overly bulky, but not frail either.

He lifted his gaze to the black-clad man being protected within the crowd, raised a hand, and beckoned with his finger.

A cold glint flashed in the man’s eyes, and he waved his hand.

The red-clothed men present immediately shifted their footwork, their bodies moving to new positions in a way that seemed chaotic but was in fact profoundly intricate.

’An Array?’

Fang Shuwen watched them with great interest.

He had previously seen members of the Cangwu Sword Sect use an Array against Qi Wuwang in the teahouse.

He remembered Lu Guiyan telling him that the Array was called the Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array, and it was indeed extraordinary.

Unfortunately, Qi Wuwang’s Martial Arts far surpassed those of the Cangwu Sword Sect’s junior disciples. Combined with his vast combat experience, he had seen through the Array’s flaw.

The Array was the type where one move affected the whole; in the end, he shattered the entire formation with a single palm strike.

’Otherwise,’ he reckoned, ’Qi Wuwang wouldn’t have survived for me to kill personally.’

’Are these mysterious newcomers planning to use an Array against me now?’

’I know nothing about Arrays. If they actually manage to set up some bizarre formation, won’t I be at a disadvantage?’

He immediately sprang into action, using the Cyan Cloud Step to charge out of the encirclement.

"He’s trying to run!"

The black-clad leader sneered.

"Stop him!"

But that was easier said than done.

Two men in red had just closed in, but before they could even make a move, Fang Shuwen struck them with a single Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon, blowing them to pieces.

This was the most vicious technique of the Great Black Heaven God Palm. Its execution appeared ordinary, but it concealed a deadly killing intent.

Fang Shuwen had used it twice before, at Zhuji Pavilion.

The first time, he had broken Li Nanchen’s sword.

The second time, he had pulverized Monk Jile.

Strictly speaking, today’s battle was the aftermath of the fight at Zhuji Pavilion, as this group had been drawn here by those events.

Naturally, Fang Shuwen showed even less mercy.

He casually unleashed a flurry of killing blows. With his profound Inner Strength, augmented by the North Nether Divine Technique, he had no fear whatsoever of running out of power.