Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Hearing the words "Black Wood Lotus," Zhao Youting's face changed color.

He retreated again.

His complexion pale as death.

"Stop him! Are you all deaf? Stop him for me!"

However...

Fang Yu's sword strike was enough to shock the heavens and move the spirits.

Who would dare to step forward?

The group of martial artists exchanged looks, deeply wary of Fang Yu's strength.

"Boss Zhao, this guy has at least... the strength of the Martial Arts Sixth Layer... sorry, we're not ready to die yet!"

"Retreat!"

These people...

were not truly members of the Zhao Family.

They were martial artist enforcers hired by Zhao Youting for his personal gain.

These martial artists lived to earn money, but certainly did not wish to lose their lives for it. Who would do something where you earn money only to have no life to spend it?

This call to retreat caused the remaining half of the martial artists to back away.

However...

Fang Yu's voice rang out:

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave."

Those martial artists who had just stepped out of the hall were violently shaken.

They suddenly realized an issue: Fang Yu was about to take action.

"Hurry up and go!" one of the martial artists cried out.

Just as those martial artists reached the threshold, Fang Yu suddenly stomped his foot!

Boom!

The floor shattered into pieces.

"Death God" soared up into the air, returning to Fang Yu's hand—

In an instant, Fang Yu declared solemnly, "Rain Slash, Sixth Sword, One Sword Immortal!"

Fang Yu's figure, like a shadow, rushed forward speedily like the wind, instantly crossing the furthest fleeing martial artist.

Shriek!

It was less passing through than slicing the person in two halves!

The bloody scene terrified the group of martial artists, turning their faces deathly pale, their bodies trembling.

They took a step back.

"You... you, we don't, don't want to be your enemy..."

"You should not be excessive... don't be too excessive..."

"If you push us too hard... then... self-destruct, yes, self-destruct..."

Some martial artists completely panicked.

Their speech became disjointed.

Unfortunately, these words had absolutely no effect on Fang Yu.

He remained calm in demeanor, his gaze indifferent, his heart still as water—

Killing.

To him, it had long become numb.

Indifferent to life and death, seen through human nature, tasted all flavors… he became more decisive in killing than before. Many things in the world change, but what remains unchanged is his motto—"say it and do it, act and achieve the goal."

He lifted the "Death God" in his hand, facing the glorious sunlight, and spoke faintly:

"Did I say I would give you three seconds to disappear from my sight?"

A hush fell over the room.

No one responded to the question.

"I, Fang Yu, say it and do it, act and achieve the goal... This is my rule! And my authority. If anyone challenges my authority, I must—spare none!"

What a phrase—spare none!

Scared, the martial artists retreated again!

They had already discerned this meaning from the resolute tone of Fang Yu.

"Brothers! This guy is a murderous demon who doesn't blink at killing... today... we've met our match... but, let's not make it easy for him! Self-destruct... self-destruct together!"

The remaining martial artists voluntarily gathered together.

About twenty-five of them.

This was a force of martial prowess not to be underestimated.

Especially when they were planning to self-destruct together.

Even the Martial Arts Sixth Layer would have to handle them with caution and care.

This scene gave Zhao Youting new hope.

As long as they could injure Fang Yu, then the Zhao Family would have a full chance to capture Fang Yu. In a flurry, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a message: "Matter of life and death, come quickly!"

Short and clear.

After sending this message, Zhao Youting let out a sigh of relief.

He just hoped that these wastes could hold out until help arrived.

...

At the same time.

Fang Yu looked at the group of martial artists indifferently and did not prevent their assembly.

After a long while.

Fang Yu beckoned to them with a crook of his finger.

"I'll give you a chance to self-destruct..."

The martial artists hesitated.

Being killed is one thing, but committing suicide on one's own initiative is something even a normal person would hesitate to do.

"How about it? Don't have the guts?"

The martial artists' faces turned ugly as they glanced at each other.

"Fine, dying by my sword will be the greatest honor of your lives!"

Buzz—

Buzz buzz—

Buzz buzz buzz—

The slender sword blade emitted a low humming again.

"Brothers, get ready!"

"Martial Arts Sixth Layer, releasing Inner Strength! He's a super expert!"

"We can't hesitate anymore... It's all the same in death!"

"Three... two... one..."

"Burst!"

Like a massive bomb exploding.

Boom!

Twenty-five martial artists gathered together, and at the moment of self-detonation, their abundant Inner Strength came at them like invisible shockwaves—

Zhao Youting grinned with bared teeth!

Hahaha!

You still won't die this time?!!!!!

...

"Rain Slash, Sixth Sword, Flowing Cloud!"

Sword Light arose.

Fang Yu's figure instantly formed multiple afterimages.

He chose not to attack, but to perform sword dances on the spot!

And he had enough confidence to use the Rain Cutting Sword Technique to block this massive impact.

However, at this moment, a conversation with his master echoed in his mind—

"Fang Yu, since you've grasped the Rain Cutting Sword Technique from the Mandala petals, can you tell Master why the technique is named 'Rain Slash'?"

"Rain Slash, Rain Slash... slashing the rain with a sword!"

"Master doesn't understand."

"Pah, you dare to be my master with this? It's self-explanatory. No matter the storm or torrential rain, the Rain Cutting Sword Technique can slash through the rainwater, leaving not a single drop within the sword dance's radius!"

"Just keep boasting, why not change the name from Rain Slash to Immortal Slash... with that kind of swordsmanship, you could even slash down an Immortal..."

"Master, when we go back to Jiangzhou later, don't say I'm your disciple, I find it embarrassing!"

"Ungrateful brat, once your wings are hardened, you think you don't need family anymore..."

...

Swoosh!

Swoosh swoosh!

The shockwaves gradually dissipated.

The Sword Light also vanished.

Everything returned to calm.

The twenty-five martial artists lay on the ground simultaneously after self-detonation, their faces ashen.

Their death was just a matter of time.

Without their Dantian, it was like ordinary people being robbed of their hearts.

But...

They found that Fang Yu was still unscathed, standing calmly before their eyes.

"How... how... is this possible!"

"No! No... I, I don't believe it!"

"Martial Arts... Martial Arts Seventh Layer?"

One after another, the martial artists fell to the ground.

Fang Yu's expression was indifferent; he had no interest in watching their death.

He turned and stepped into the hall.

Just like the martial artists.

Zhao Youting's face was ashen.

Fang Yu moved lightly and once again stood before him.

Lifting the sword in his hand, he said faintly, "Hand over the Black Wood Lotus."

"No... we don't, we don't have it!"

Swish!

The sword flicked upward.

"Ah! My arm!" Zhao Youting's face paled as he screamed.

With this sword strike, Fang Yu severed his right arm.

"Hand over the Black Wood Lotus!" Fang Yu demanded again.

"We... our Zhao Family... really don't have it, we don't have the Black Wood Lotus... I beg you... please!"

Swish!

Another sword flicked up.

"Ah!"

This time the sword cut off his left arm.

"You... you! I'll say it, I know where the Black Wood Lotus is... stop, I know where the Black Wood Lotus is." This time, Zhao Youting cowed.

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