Chapter 950 - 355: The Unyielding Wei Banmeng, the Six Major Factions Turning the Tables!

Silence.

In the private room, only the sound of heavy, suppressed breathing remained.

The faces of the six turned from pale to blue, from blue to black.

Anger, humiliation, fear, disbelief...

All sorts of emotions wildly intertwined in their eyes.

"Captain Fang..." The representative of the Thousand Machines Tower spoke with immense difficulty, struggling to maintain his last shred of rationality, attempting one final struggle.

"Your demands... are somewhat... somewhat excessive."

He carefully chose his words.

"This list is too far-reaching, affecting the very foundation of factions, and cannot be resolved overnight..."

"Excessive?"

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly.

As if agreeing with the other party’s assessment.

He even picked up another piece of rib, examined it closely before his eyes.

"Yes, it’s quite excessive."

Fang Qingyu admitted.

He then slightly turned his head.

Those eyes flowed with cold starlight.

Toward the six leaders, he gazed without a ripple.

That gaze, like a deity high above, overlooking ants struggling in the mire.

"But it doesn’t matter."

Fang Qingyu’s voice remained calm.

"This request, you can refuse."

"You can also go back... and think slowly."

He then slowly stood up.

Though not particularly tall, his figure seemed to fill the entire space of the private room at that moment.

An invisible pressure, like an ancient fierce beast awakened, spread silently.

It nearly suffocated the old ghost.

And froze the six leaders, unable to move even a fingertip.

They could only watch Fang Qingyu with open eyes.

"However..."

Fang Qingyu slightly raised his hand.

With his motion.

Buzz...

A magnificent silver river phantom, formed by countless tiny starlights, suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The star river slowly flowed and rotated, emitting a dreamy and deadly brilliance.

Instantly filling the vision of the six leaders.

"If the people on this list are not cleaned up by the day after tomorrow..."

Fang Qingyu’s voice penetrated through the dreamlike starlight, still calm.

"At that time, those who die..."

He paused slightly.

His starry eyes swept over the six slightly distorted faces due to fear.

"Will not just be these people."

As the sound fell.

Fang Qingyu casually waved his hand, as if plucking an invisible chord.

The magnificent star river phantom enveloping the six leaders spun inward suddenly.

Sweep—

The six only felt the stars before their eyes flash violently.

A strong sense of weightlessness and dizziness assaulted them instantly.

When the dazzling stars before their eyes dissipated, and their vision cleared again...

Bang!

A dull door closing sound echoed.

The six were shocked to find themselves standing outside the heavy, carved wooden door of the Cloud Peak private room.

The door closed tightly in front of them.

As if everything that happened inside was just an absurd nightmare.

However, the black notebook in their hands, recording the death list.

Was reminding them...

The nightmare had just begun.

The six stood in the luxurious yet cold corridor.

Exchanging glances.

Their faces grim enough to drip water.

Not saying a word, they turned and quickly left.

...

Inside the private room.

With the disappearance of the star river phantom and those six, the suffocating pressure suddenly eased.

Old Ghost nearly collapsed into the chair, as if exhausted.

He took a few deep breaths, ignoring the cold sweat covering his face, stumbling to Fang Qingyu’s presence.

Worry was evident on his old face, his voice changed:

"Captain Fang! You... you just let them go back?!"

"How... how could they possibly agree to such terms?! Those on the list are their trusted aides, even... even the Pavilion Master of Tingchao Pavilion."

Old Ghost was so anxious he was almost jumping.

"What if... what if they become desperate, instead of clearing the list, they completely side with the Celestial Punishment Association?!"

A terrifying image flashed in his mind instantly.

The remaining power of the six factions, coupled with the unfathomable, cunning methods of the Celestial Punishment Association...

This power twisted together is enough to overturn the entire City of Injustice.

Even for the unfathomable Fang Qingyu before them...

Can he withstand it?

Will the Lingxiao Association still have a path to survival?

Unknown fear seized Old Ghost’s heart.

But Fang Qingyu had already returned to his seat.

Picking up the chopsticks, he took the last shiny red rib from the plate.

Viewed it before his eyes, seemingly admiring its enticing sheen and texture with interest.

Then.

He slowly opened his mouth, calmly placing the last rib into it.

Chewing it carefully.

His face showed no expression.

Only deep within those eyes containing endless stellar seas, a hint of expectation flashed.

The corner of his mouth curved slightly upward.

Fang Qingyu swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up the napkin, wiped the oil stain at the corner of his mouth casually.

Then he looked up slightly, gazing at Old Ghost, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan before him.

Those starry eyes were calm and unperturbed, as if stating the simplest fact.

The lighthearted voice echoed slowly in the silent private room:

"Oh?"

"Isn’t that..."

He paused, the curve of his mouth seemed to widen a bit.

"Even better?"