Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

As Nie Wu issued this order, all the remaining black-clad Hidden Dragon Guards swiftly launched their attack.

They knew, the person before them was a supreme master!

Even so, they would not back down! This unwavering belief had been established since the creation of the Hidden Dragon Guards! No matter how rugged the path ahead, no matter how formidable the enemy, they do not retreat, they do not yield!

However...

In Fang Yu's eyes, this refusal to back down was no different from courting death!

About fifteen Hidden Dragon Guards swiftly encircled Fang Yu at the core.

Their Short Swords in hand, forming a ring, like a giant umbrella.

"Kill!"

One voice cried out, and the whole group sprang into action.

A trace of coldness crossed Fang Yu's lips, his gaze locked on the front... or rather, he was constantly watching Nie Ning and Nie Wu, never diverting his attention.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Short Swords came flooding in like a torrential attack—

Fang Yu spoke again:

"Rain Slash, the third strike, Colorful Butterfly Dance."

Suddenly, Fang Yu spread his arms like wings, his whole body leaping up like a butterfly.

Bang bang bang!

He stepped on the Short Swords, plunging forward!

At the same time, his Short Sword in hand swept across the necks of the Hidden Dragon Guards like a reaper harvesting straw.

Chi!

Chi chi!

Chi chi chi!

Heads flew!

With a single slash to the neck, blood spouted like a fountain, spraying out!

The courtyard was stained with blood. A river of blood flowed!

In an instant, Fang Yu's figure landed on the ground, and all the Hidden Dragon Guards behind him had lost their heads, then one by one fell to the ground.

They didn't even have a chance to self-destruct.

In fact, even if they had tried to self-destruct, Fang Yu had ample ability to deal with it.

Fang Yu held "Death God," the blade slightly tilted. Moonlight shone upon it, showing that there wasn't a single trace of blood on the blade. As if it had never taken a life.

His expression was calm, his demeanor cold.

The Hidden Dragon Guards, all mercilessly slain.

Fang Yu did not even glance back, as he lifted the Death God in his hand, with a slight movement, whoosh, the Death God reverted into the shape of Mandala petals.

Fluttering in the wind.

He hung it around his neck, appearing no different from a common ornament. Unassuming in appearance, who could imagine, this was an unimaginable weapon!

Fang Yu put it away.

The murderous aura on him suddenly subsided.

He took slow steps forward...

Nie Wu and Nie Ning collapsed to the ground, utterly immobilized by fear.

The scene before them made their bodies tremble, their legs turn to jelly!

They were both Martial Arts Fifth Layer experts and had killed countless people, but they had never seen such a brutal and bloody scene.

Da da.

Da da da.

Fang Yu's footsteps were light, yet they felt like the steps of the Death God, every step closer to them made their hearts feel as if they were being trampled, exceedingly uncomfortable.

Oppressive, fear, so much so that they were petrified.

...

Nie Wu lifted his trembling hand, trying to prop himself up, his only thought: to run!

But his legs wouldn't obey him!

It was too terrifying. Truly too terrifying!

...

Fang Yu continued to advance.

Until he stopped in front of Nie Ning, Nie Wu, dragging his mangled arm, barely managed to run a few dozen meters... not even out of the courtyard.

Nie Ning, due to excessive blood loss and sheer fright, couldn't move an inch.

Fang Yu looked indifferently at Nie Ning and said, "I told you, I'd punish you with my fists."

"Woo... woo woo..."

Nie Ning's mouth was already pummeled to a pulp; he could only make whimpering noises.

However, whatever he said, Fang Yu had already set his mind on killing.

Suddenly.

Fang Yu extended his leg!

Bang!

He kicked Nie Ning up from the ground into the air.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze for an instant.

Fang Yu's eyes were cold and indifferent; he no longer looked at Nie Ning but, with a strike like thunder, punched him in the abdomen!

Pu—

The golden light swirling around his fist sent Nie Ning flying!

Needless to say, his internal organs were shattered into pieces.

Nie Ning is dead!

Seeing this, Nie Wu became even more terrified. He ran for his life!

Ran as fast as he could!

Fang Yu quickened his pace, rapidly closing the distance.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me..."

Nie Wu yelled in panic, and under the stimulation of the primal will to survive, he suddenly remembered something and quickly turned his head to shout:

"Lu Youchao! Lu Youchao! Save me... Save me..."

"Lu Youchao!"

Fang Yu's expression changed slightly!

Lu Youchao?

"How bold of you, to dare such betrayal... Turns out you had the backing of the Lu Family?" Fang Yu's voice rang out.

Nie Wu, drenched in cold sweat, knew this was his only lifeline.

All he could do was keep calling for help: "Lu Youchao! Come out and save me... save me—"

Unfortunately, there was no sign of Lu Youchao coming to the rescue, as if he were hiding somewhere never to appear.

"You can't kill me... you really can't kill me..." Nie Wu cried out incoherently.

Fang Yu approached him and said:

"No matter who you are, your end has been predetermined!"

Whoosh!

He delivered a kick.

Bang!

Nie Wu was sent flying through the air, and at the instant before his body hit the ground, Fang Yu's figure, like a ghostly afterimage, leaped forward!

Bang!

A punch landed on his body.

Nie Wu is dead!

...

All fell silent.

...

The entire world seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Fang Yu indifferently swept a glance over the corpses strewn on the ground, the blood!

He didn't show the slightest discomfort.

It seemed he had grown accustomed to such scenes.

He turned around nonchalantly... yet remained on high alert, because... Fang Yu faintly sensed a weak killing intent nearby.

...

...

In a dark corner of the courtyard. A black-clad man crouching on the edge of a rooftop had been utterly stunned by the scene unfolding before him.

"Damn it!"

Lu Youchao gritted his teeth, "The intelligence was wrong, the target's strength far exceeds what was expected; it might be impossible to make a move now."

Throughout this process, he had been looking for an opportunity to kill Fang Yu!

Regrettably, up until now, there was none.

"Who is this man...?"

The night was quiet, the moon dim, and from his position on the rooftop, Lu Youchao couldn't clearly make out Fang Yu's features.

Just as he was preparing to retreat, a chilling voice reached him—

"Lu Youchao, since you're here, why not come out and see me?"

"..."

Lu Youchao's face turned pale!

This was bad, he had been spotted!

He quickly assessed Fang Yu's strength; based on what had been displayed so far, Fang Yu appeared to possess the strength of the Martial Arts Sixth Layer Middle Stage or even the Peak.

Yet Lu Youchao himself was only at the Martial Arts Sixth Layer Middle Stage. In other words, he was not confident in defeating Fang Yu. If he had faced so many Hidden Dragon Guards, even if he could have defeated them, he would have paid a certain price!

Initially, that was his hope too, that Fang Yu would deplete his Inner Strength, and he could strike when Fang Yu was exhausted!

But now, Fang Yu's performance was simply too terrifying, the embodiment of a killing machine!

The only option left was to retreat!

Lu Youchao hastily got to his feet and leaped away!

Suddenly, a figure charged from below!

"Want to leave? Ask my sword first!"

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