Chapter 967 - 359: Captain Fang, Is That All!?

Fang Qingyu’s gaze fell on this newly appeared black-robed figure.

In those starlight-flowing eyes, a flicker of understanding flashed by.

He even raised his hand, greeting from far away, casually waving, his tone familiar and sure:

"Yo, you’re here?"

"You the grandson?"

The deliberately unhurried steps of the black-robed man suddenly halted the instant he heard the word "grandson."

Under the hood, even that writhing patch of black liquid seemed to freeze for a moment.

Killing intent instantly spread out from beneath the black robe.

"Courting death—"

A low growl, forced down, exploded from beneath the hood.

The very next instant.

Whoosh.

The black-robed man’s figure vanished from where he stood.

Almost in the same split second he disappeared, a palm covered in thick, writhing black liquid, reeking of a cloying, bloody sweetness, appeared out of nowhere right before Fang Qingyu’s throat.

Speed beyond even those eight Divine Bone Martial Saints.

That pitch-black clawed hand clamped viciously toward Fang Qingyu’s neck.

He wanted to crush this Arrogant whelp who dared insult him.

Thud.

A muffled impact.

Viscous black liquid splattered everywhere!

That clawed hand sheathed in black liquid clamped down hard on Fang Qingyu’s neck.

Enormous Power exploded in an instant.

As if it would grind that fragile throat bone directly into dust.

The black-robed man’s figure solidified completely in front of Fang Qingyu, and even that writhing black liquid under the hood seemed to ripple with the pleasure of success. The man’s voice entered Fang Qingyu’s ears, clear:

"Captain Fang, that’s it?"

Fang Qingyu’s whole body was lifted off the ground by the hand at his throat, yet no pain or suffocation appeared on his face.

Not even his eyes changed in the slightest.

He still wore that calm, almost indifferent expression.

As if the one being choked wasn’t him at all.

Right then, a distinctly exhausted female voice

suddenly sounded by Fang Qingyu’s ear:

"Done... damn near killed me."

The instant that voice appeared.

Deep in Fang Qingyu’s always placid eyes, a brilliance like a shattering star river suddenly burst forth.

His right hand, which had been hanging by his side, snapped up.

A palm covered in dark-red-near-black, coursing with countless silver Star Point Tribulation Crystals, moved later yet struck first, locking with perfect precision around the black-robed man’s wrist that was gripping his throat.

His five fingers clenched down.

Crack!!!

A bone-splitting crunch that made one’s teeth ache detonated.

The black-robed man’s eyes changed in an instant.

But before he could react to the agony and horror—

A vast, irresistible Power surged brutally along his wrist.

Boom—

A thunderous crash.

Fang Qingyu, still gripping the black-robed man’s wrist, his arm muscles bulging, Star Point Tribulation Crystals blazing, twisted his waist.

As if he swung the black-robed man’s whole body in a full arc.

And smashed him viciously down toward the ground at his feet.

The black-robed man’s body shot like a shell out of a cannon, slamming down at a Speed the naked eye couldn’t possibly track.

Bang—

The ground was instantly blasted open into a large crater.

The black-robed man’s body lay spread-eagled, deeply embedded in the pit’s bottom.

The writhing black liquid coating his whole body was shaken by that savage, ultimate Power and splattered away in all directions.

Revealing the shattered clothing beneath, and the mess of bloodied flesh.

His body spasmed violently...

Fang Qingyu’s figure—when had he moved?—was already standing steady at the edge of the crater.

His head slightly bowed.

Looking down at the black-robed man slumped like sludge at the bottom.

His boot sheathed in Star Point Tribulation Crystals lifted lazily, then settled lightly onto the black-robed man’s head, half-covered in black liquid and still twitching faintly.

He bent at the waist a little, leaning closer to the pit’s bottom.

Watching the other man’s eyes, forced open in the mix of black liquid and blood.

Then, in exactly the same tone the other had used just now, he replied, word by word:

"That’s it?"