The two black-clothed men who tried to ambush Fang Shuwen held nothing back, unleashing their savage Palm Power—all of which struck their comrade in the chest.

The man’s eyes bulged in disbelief. He hadn’t died by Fang Shuwen’s hand, but by his own comrades’.

The two assailants were filled with rage.

’This guy isn’t just a master of Martial Arts who kills without a second thought,’ they thought, ’his character is utterly vile.’

’With his level of Martial Arts, he doesn’t need to resort to such troublesome methods to kill us.’

’It’s like he’s just toying with us on purpose.’

But just as the two were about to pull back their hands and regroup, they discovered an immense suction force emanating from their comrade’s chest.

They struggled with all their might, but not only could they not retract their hands, their own Inner Strength began pouring out of them like water from a broken dam, flowing ceaselessly into their companion’s body.

The last black-clothed man saw this and assumed Fang Shuwen was engaged in a contest of Inner Strength with them.

With a quick change of plan, he circled behind Fang Shuwen and struck at his back, aiming for the Mingmen Acupoint.

"Watch out! Ambush from behind!"

Miao Feichan had been watching the spectacle all along, seeing Fang Shuwen go on a killing spree and watching this group get slaughtered like they were made of paper.

’But at the very end, how could he be so careless?’

Though she was just enjoying the show, she couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Seeing the man’s palm descend while Fang Shuwen failed to react, she flicked her hand. With a WHIR, two Plum Blossom Darts went spinning toward the black-clothed man.

The black-clothed man’s expression darkened. He knew who the main threat was. Miao Feichan hadn’t made a move this entire time, so her true strength was hard to gauge.

’But there’s no way she’s as skilled as this young man,’ he thought.

He decided not to dodge, letting the two Plum Blossom Darts strike him.

He was determined to kill Fang Shuwen with this one blow!

Miao Feichan’s expression turned grim. Her Lightweight Technique was the best in the world, but her overall Martial Arts certainly wasn’t.

In truth, her combat skills were not particularly strong.

Seeing the man take her two Plum Blossom Darts without even flinching and continue his attack, she was just about to leap forward herself.

But then she saw Fang Shuwen, one hand still gripping the shoulder of the man before him, casually send his other hand backward.

His Palm Technique met the attacker’s head-on.

The strike seemed casual, almost dismissive, yet the black-clothed man’s entire body trembled violently.

With a loud BANG, the man’s body was blown to pieces.

It was Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon from the Great Black Heaven God Palm!

At the same time, Fang Shuwen released his grip on the man’s shoulder. The men before him immediately collapsed to the ground in a heap.

The one who had taken two palms from his comrades was already dead.

The other two had been completely drained of their Inner Strength by Fang Shuwen using the North Nether Divine Technique.

The opening on his back had been a deliberate ploy by Fang Shuwen. Had the man’s strike landed on his Mingmen Acupoint, he would have only suffered the same fate: having all his Inner Strength drained away.

But Miao Feichan didn’t know any of this. She had acted out of kindness, so of course Fang Shuwen wouldn’t hold it against her.

For the moment, he ignored the men on the ground and walked slowly toward the cave wall.

The man he’d kicked into the air earlier was still embedded in the rock.

Fang Shuwen pulled him out of the wall and tossed him casually to the ground.

"You..."

As he began to speak, the Human-faced Ghost, who had been hiding in the cave, sensed his moment had arrived.

He had been waiting for an opportunity!

Waiting for the moment Fang Shuwen would lower his guard.

All the enemies in the cave had now been dealt with—dead or incapacitated. There were no obstacles left.

This was the perfect opportunity to launch his sneak attack!

Instantly, as silent as a specter, he lunged in front of Fang Shuwen.

"Look up!"

Ghost Gate was an extremely unusual form of Martial Arts. To use it, one needed to make direct eye contact with the target.

Once their gazes met, the victim would see a spectral gate—the Ghost Gate—open up behind the Human-faced Ghost.

Countless ghouls and evil spirits would fly out from it, seizing the victim.

Then, innumerable chains, seemingly stretching out from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, would hook the victim, dragging them through the Ghost Gate and into hell itself, where they would experience endless, brutal tortures.

The Human-faced Ghost himself didn’t actually understand the full extent of its horrors.

He could use this Martial Arts technique, but he only knew that it worked, not how.

To put it simply, he could use it but didn’t understand its principles. He knew little about what its victims actually saw... and he had no desire to find out.

And now, when he had shouted "Look up!", Fang Shuwen had surprisingly obeyed, raising his head.

For a fleeting moment, a dazed look crossed Fang Shuwen’s eyes. The Human-faced Ghost was ecstatic.

’It worked!’

He didn’t know how long Ghost Gate could hold Fang Shuwen, and he certainly didn’t dare hope it could kill him outright.

So, the instant he saw that dazed look, he formed his right hand into a claw and lunged for Fang Shuwen’s throat.

But just as he was about to succeed, a hand suddenly clamped down on his wrist. He heard Fang Shuwen’s voice, full of amusement.

"So this is the so-called Ghost Gate?

"How interesting."

The Human-faced Ghost was utterly terrified. He struggled instinctively, but Fang Shuwen’s hand was like a vise of cast iron; no matter how much force he used, he couldn’t break free in the slightest.

He looked at Fang Shuwen in horror.

"You... Did Ghost Gate not work on you? Or were you already prepared?"

"Those are two different questions."