Chapter 58: Slaughter to Your Heart’s Content!

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Slaughter to Your Heart’s Content!

Seeing this, Wuhuan, Tao Ziheng, and Lin Yu all turned their gazes toward Mu Xuan.

Mu Xuan shot a glance at Fang Xu, lowered his head, and chuckled. "What an interesting guy.

"Two junior brothers, Senior Brother Wu, since he has bottomed up, we shouldn’t hold back either."

After saying that, Mu Xuan took the lead, tilting his head back to down the wine in his hand. Wuhuan and the other two also tilted their heads and downed their cups.

Seeing that they had all finished their drinks, Fang Xu sank his consciousness deep into his sea of mind.

Friend List (5/10)

Friend 1: Central State · Li Xun (73%)

Friend 2: Central State · Mu Xuan (88%)

Friend 3: Central State · Tao Ziheng (82%)

Friend 4: Central State · Lin Yu (84%)

Friend 5: Huangzhou · Wuhuan (22%)

Seeing their names appear on his friend list, Fang Xu smiled and turned his wine cup upside down on the table. He looked straight at the Wu Family Ancestor, Wuhuan, and said, "The wine has been drunk. Isn’t it time to get down to business?"

Wuhuan clearly hadn’t expected Fang Xu to be so impatient. He immediately sneered, "Aren’t you going to eat something?

"It’s not pleasant being a starving ghost on the road to the underworld!"

Fang Xu shook his head. "I’ll leave the road to the underworld for others to walk. I’m still young and have no desire to visit the afterlife just yet."

The Wu Family Ancestor couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter. "That’s not up to you!

"Do you see the coffin next to my son? It was prepared just for you!" With a surge of killing intent appearing on his face, he swung his hand down violently. "Do it!"

To kill Fang Xu, he had gathered all the Martial Artists the Wu Family had accumulated over the years—a full thirty Martial Disciples!

The weakest among these thirty were at the Third Realm of the Martial Disciple stage, while the strongest two had already reached the Seventh Realm. With such a force to slaughter a Martial Artist at the Second Realm of the Martial Disciple stage, Wuhuan felt absolutely certain of victory.

Inside the courtyard, the thirty Martial Artists armed with broadswords swiftly encircled the dining table.

"Sigh, what a waste of a good feast." Mu Xuan reached out, grabbed a roast chicken from the table, and slowly walked out of the encirclement.

Wuhuan, Tao Ziheng, and Lin Yu also stepped out of the ring, watching from a distance.

Fang Xu swept his gaze over the thirty advancing Martial Artists. He stood up slowly, stretched his back, and then lunged forward! With inconceivable speed, he charged straight at a Seventh Realm Martial Disciple!

Before the man could even react, a massive fist smashed directly into his chest!

Fang Xu’s already formidable strength had grown even more terrifying since absorbing the legacy of Hu Lin and the other four! Beneath the force of this punch, the Seventh Realm Martial Disciple’s chest visibly caved in. His fractured ribs instantly punctured his own internal organs!

BOOM!

His body was sent flying backwards for nearly thirty feet before crashing heavily into the ground, completely devoid of life!

Insta-killing a Seventh Realm Martial Disciple with a single strike—Fang Xu’s display of power left everyone present stunned.

Mu Xuan, who was just about to bite into his roast chicken, frowned slightly at the sight. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he chuckled softly. "Such immense physical strength. Could this kid possess a Sacred Body?

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

On the other side, seeing Fang Xu act so fiercely, a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Wuhuan’s heart. He immediately roared hysterically, "What are you all standing around for?! Attack him together!"

The previously intimidated Martial Artists exchanged glances upon hearing the command. Gritting their teeth, they all raised their blades and charged at Fang Xu.

Fang Xu’s figure flickered, dodging the first attacker’s long blade. He suddenly dropped his stance, thrust his shoulder forward, and sent the man flying back with a direct Iron Mountain Lean!

He then wove through the chaotic flurry of blades, his agility so unpredictable it was hard to track. This was the innate Body Technique of the Nine Ape Staff.

Relying on this Body Technique to navigate among the crowd of Martial Artists, Fang Xu dashed left and struck right. Every move and stance of his Baji Fist, combined with the Long Arm Fist, swiftly took down an opponent.

These were already lethal techniques, and paired with Fang Xu’s monstrous strength, these mere Martial Disciples couldn’t withstand them at all. For a time, people were constantly sent flying out of the melee, coughing up blood. Within the encirclement, the dull thuds of impacts, the crisp snaps of breaking bones, and the agonized screams of Martial Artists all blended together.

In less than fifteen minutes, aside from Mu Xuan, Wuhuan, and the other two, the only ones left standing in the courtyard were a Sixth Realm and a Seventh Realm Martial Disciple. These two seemed to have practiced some sort of Body Technique, narrowly surviving Fang Xu’s massacre.

Looking at Fang Xu—who was speckled with blood and resembled a humanoid beast—the two men had long lost all courage to fight back.

"Trash!"

"Kill him!"

Wuhuan was on the verge of going mad with rage!

He had spent a massive amount of Elixirs raising these Martial Artists, yet they had been almost completely slaughtered by a mere Second Realm kid. It was an absolute disgrace!

"Old master, we are no match for him. We’re sorry."

The two remaining Martial Artists exchanged a glance, cupped their hands toward Wuhuan in unison, and turned to flee out of the courtyard.

"You squandered so many of my Elixirs, and now you want to run?!"

Wuhuan leaped fiercely, instantly appearing behind them, and struck a palm at each of their backs!

A Martial Master possessed the means of Qi Detachment. Two massive phantom palms quickly slammed into their backs, instantly sending them flying as they spewed blood from their mouths.

After crashing onto the ground, blood poured from their lips like fountains. Within moments, they lost all signs of life.

Wuhuan landed on the ground, his gaze locked dead on Fang Xu. The aura around his body surged once again, as if he was preparing to attack the boy regardless of the consequences.

"Wuhuan, I am still here!" Mu Xuan’s icy voice rang out!

The strength Fang Xu had displayed undoubtedly made him see the young man in a new light. He could sense that with Fang Xu’s power, there was an incredibly high chance he would pass the Ascension Association’s assessment at the end of the year.

Moreover, he saw exceptional potential in Fang Xu. Such a talent was vastly superior to a piece of trash like Wuhuan. If it weren’t for the favor their master owed back in the day, they never would have traveled all the way to Fenglin Town for such a useless old man.

"I..." Wuhuan didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

He had naturally witnessed Fang Xu’s terrifying prowess. This kid was already such a monster at the Second Realm of the Martial Disciple stage. By the time he reached the Seventh Realm—or perhaps even before that—it would likely be exceedingly difficult for Wuhuan to kill him.

However, he was a Registered Disciple of the Ascension Association. Since he enjoyed the benefits brought by this status, he had to abide by the Association’s rules. Wuhuan could even clearly sense that after Fang Xu revealed his heaven-defying talent, Mu Xuan’s attitude toward the boy had changed.

If he forced an attack, Mu Xuan might just strike him down on the spot!

After pondering for a long time, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

"Not bad! Not bad at all!"

Seeing the aura dissipate from Wuhuan, who was now glaring venomously at Fang Xu, Mu Xuan dismissively applauded as he walked up to the boy. He chuckled and said, "Although you only killed some trash, possessing such combat power at your current cultivation level is indeed remarkable.

"Junior Brother, I will wait for you in the Central State."

With that said, he looked at Tao Ziheng and Lin Yu behind him. "The matter here is concluded. Let’s go."

The two slowly stepped behind Mu Xuan, following him toward the exit of the courtyard.

"Aren’t you leaving, Junior Brother?" Mu Xuan glanced back at Fang Xu and asked.

Fang Xu shot a glance at Wuhuan and smiled faintly. "It seems the coffins Senior Brother Wu prepared aren’t quite enough. I learned some craftsmanship from my grandfather—do you want me to help you build a few more?"

Wuhuan’s face turned ashen. Forcefully suppressing the rage in his heart, he gave a cold snort and turned his head away.

Fang Xu felt somewhat disappointed seeing this.

He had wanted to provoke Wuhuan into attacking him, then use Mu Xuan and the others to kill the old man and eliminate future troubles.

He hadn’t expected Wuhuan to be such a spineless coward, actually swallowing his anger like that. Left with no other choice, he could only follow Mu Xuan and the other two out of the Wu Family courtyard.