Chapter 412 - 175: Rising Fame, Demonic Sect Grandmaster

Chapter 412: Chapter 175: Rising Fame, Demonic Sect Grandmaster

Either they were too strong, or he would be completely unable to fight back.

This month of slaughter, aside from providing him with strengthening resources, had also given him a glimmer of insight into the True Essence Realm.

Once he returned to the Qing Province Observatory, he could probably enter seclusion to meditate and comprehend the final mysteries.

At that time, he could use the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit to step into the True Essence Realm in one fell swoop and become a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

’It’s about time I went back. If I stay out here any longer, the risks will probably be even greater.’

"Hmm?"

Just as Fang Xing was about to put down his bowl and leave, he suddenly looked up and outside.

Outside the teahouse, a figure dressed in black appeared.

The moment he stepped into the teahouse, the temperature of the entire establishment seemed to drop by several degrees.

Watching the black-clad man, Fang Xing’s gaze sharpened.

’A True Essence Grandmaster!’

"Hiss... why is it suddenly a little cold?"

At a nearby table, a large man shivered.

"Cold? Old Wang, you’re not getting weak, are you?"

Another large man teased.

"HAHAHAHAHA." The men burst out laughing.

"Get lost! You’re the one who’s weak. I’m as strong as they come!"

The sounds of their joking and laughter reached his ears.

Fang Xing held his teacup in one hand, watching the black-clad Grandmaster.

The moment their eyes met.

The black-clad Grandmaster revealed a smile, but it was incredibly strange.

Within that smile, he sensed a trace of killing intent.

’He’s here for me!’

Fang Xing’s expression didn’t change, but his heart went cold.

The trace of killing intent was faint, and others might not have noticed it. But with his Heart of Slaughter, he could easily discern it.

’The Demon Sect, or an Evil Cult? Or perhaps an Independent Martial Artist after the Demon Alliance’s bounty?’

One thought after another flashed through his mind.

The man in black stepped into the teahouse and arrived before him in a single stride.

"Qing Province Demon Suppression Envoy, Lord Fang Xing. I’ve heard so much about you!"

The man in black sat down, his calm voice echoing.

His tone was light, but those words instantly silenced the bustling teahouse.

All eyes turned to Fang Xing.

Silence!

A dead silence!

The only sound in the entire teahouse was the gentle rustling of the wind.

Fang Xing’s expression remained unchanged. He looked at the man before him and broke the silence, "And who might you be?"

"Jiuyou, Xuan Yin!" the man in black said softly, his tone indifferent.

’The Jiuyou Demon Sect!’

As the man in black spoke, Fang Xing stared at him intently.

"You dare to step into the Great Jing? Are you not afraid of death?" Fang Xing asked, sipping his tea, his face devoid of any emotion.

Hearing this, a brilliant smile spread across Xuan Yin’s face. "Your head, my lord, is worth a great deal!"

"Many have wanted to take my head. You... who do you think you are?"

Fang Xing spoke softly, his tone light, but his words instantly made the smile on Xuan Yin’s face freeze.

CHII—!

In the next instant, a wisp of black qi shot out like an arrow, but just as it was about to reach Fang Xing, his figure suddenly vanished without a trace.

"Not bad!" Xuan Yin sneered, and his figure disappeared at the same time.

In a nameless mountain range, Fang Xing’s figure appeared. But in the next instant, Xuan Yin’s figure stepped out as well.

They stood no more than ten feet apart.

Within reach.

"Did you think you could escape?" a chilling voice echoed.

A crimson radiance shone, and in an instant, invisible forces sealed off the surrounding area.

Like spider silk, it trapped this slice of heaven and earth.

"Whether I can leave or not isn’t up to you," Fang Xing said, his eyes as cold as blades. A sudden Dragon’s Roar erupted.

His muscles tensed, and vast Power gathered to a single point. A brilliant dragon shadow erupted forth, making the air tremble.

It rushed toward Xuan Yin at extreme speed.

BUZZ!!

A crimson radiance rose from Xuan Yin’s body, forming a blood-red blade.

Demon Yin Slash!

A vast surge of True Essence erupted, and the blood-red blade shot toward the dragon shadow at top speed.

BOOM—!

The golden dragon shadow and the blood-red blade collided. The air twisted and nearly shattered as a tsunami-like shockwave swept out in all directions, shaking the surrounding mountains.

Two mountain peaks crumbled almost instantly, and a cloud of dust and smoke filled the sky.

The dragon shadow was severed, but the blood-red blade did not disappear, continuing its deadly path toward Fang Xing.

It was unbelievably fast.

SHHII—!

His Protective Gang Qi was sliced open, and a Dark Gold radiance emerged on his skin.

Prison-Suppression Golden Body!

CLANG—!

A sound like scraping metal rang out. Fang Xing was forced back, a bloody mark appearing on his Dark Gold skin.

Fresh blood trickled out but quickly scabbed over. The Dark Gold radiance flowed, and in just a few breaths, his skin returned to normal.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this, Xuan Yin’s eyes narrowed, a trace of greed appearing in their depths.

Instantly, his figure moved, and a sinister wind swept forward.

Within the sinister wind, a blood-red demonic claw, glinting with a cold light, tore through the air toward him.

Watching the blood-red demonic claw in the sinister wind, Fang Xing spread his fingers. He gathered the power throughout his body, condensing it to a single point.

BOOM—!

In a thousandth of a second, a golden Fist Seal shot out.

The force of the punch shattered the air, creating a piercing sonic boom.

Unleashing the Prison-Suppressing Divine Fist, his power erupted to its absolute peak.

Ripples of power spread out like a tide.

The shockwave from the collision between the blood-red demonic claw and the golden Fist Seal distorted the area for ten li around.

The two figures separated. Xuan Yin looked at Fang Xing, the smile gone from his face, replaced by a solemn expression.

’This guy’s strength is incredible!’

’This body of his must be extraordinary.’

Gazing at Fang Xing, thoughts raced through his mind. Xuan Yin activated his True Essence, and a vast amount of it erupted like a raging flood, forming three blood-red blades that appeared in the air.