Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 131 - 104 Seven Evils

Chapter 131: 104 Seven Evils

A man and a dog were swiftly chasing after him, their momentum like a rainbow.

Huang Zipo’s scalp tingled, his face filled with sheer horror, revealing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Soon, he seemed to realize that he couldn’t escape, his heart set, he suddenly stopped.

Turning around, he adjusted his breathing and took on a posture of facing death unflinchingly, ready for battle.

"Huff~"

In the next moment, Fang Zhixing charged forward like a gust of wind, landing in front of him.

Xigou closely followed, coming to a slick stop with a stylish drift, circling to Huang Zipo’s back.

Pincer attack!

Huang Zipo looked at the man and dog, his face pale as paper, his heartbeat like a drum, sweat pouring down, his pupils trembling violently.

Fang Zhixing’s eyes were blood-red, one-third supernatural, seven parts eerie, emitting a bone-chilling coldness, as if a god or devil had descended upon the world!

This shocking and horrifying scene in Huang Zipo’s eyes was akin to a Fierce Ghost going out, scaring someone to death!

"Huang Zipo, where’s your father?"

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing spoke.

With a trembling voice, Huang Zipo replied, "My father didn’t come to the Restricted Area, I led the team today."

"He didn’t come? Hmph!"

Fang Zhixing’s mouth curved into a smirk as he asked indifferently, "Have you noticed that I’m a bit different from yesterday?"

Gululu!

Huang Zipo couldn’t help but swallow.

He had actually noticed it long ago.

He had been in close contact with Fang Zhixing the evening before.

At that time, Fang Zhixing was only 1.8 meters tall, while his own height was 1.85 meters, a bit taller than Fang Zhixing, and his build was also slightly more portly.

But now, Fang Zhixing had clearly become a head taller than him, more robust and muscular, exuding a terrifying oppressive presence like a Third Level Mutant Beast.

"You, you’ve cultivated some kind of Evil Technique, haven’t you?"

Huang Zipo’s voice trembled in response.

With his experience, this was the only reasonable guess.

Fang Zhixing thought to himself, as expected.

Although he was unable to determine exactly when Huang Zipo and his men started spying, he could at least be certain they had witnessed the moment of his enhancement.

Moreover, Huang Zipo interpreted that scene as the result of cultivating some Evil Technique.

Indeed, a normal person’s body could not undergo such a drastic change in such a short time.

Fang Zhixing hesitated no longer and suddenly made his move.

"Tiyah!"

Huang Zipo mustered his courage, ready to unleash his power.

He had cultivated his family’s secret skill, the "Seven Evil Palm," a particularly treacherous Martial Art that targeted the seven orifices of a person, capable of causing death through severe bleeding with a single strike to any of the orifices.

Then, his vision blurred, and an immense feeling of suffocation hit him.

Only in the next instant did he realize that his neck was being gripped by Fang Zhixing.

The world started spinning!

Bang!

Huang Zipo first felt a heavy impact at the back of his neck against a rock, followed by a heavy sense of crashing and excruciating pain in his back.

Fang Zhixing clutched Huang Zipo’s neck, lifted him up, and threw him to the ground like a dead dog.

"Wah~"

Huang Zipo shook violently, unable to breathe, filled with an immense terror of dying.

Fang Zhixing’s expression was icy as he asked deliberately, "One last chance, speak! Where did your father run off to?"

In a state of utmost terror, Huang Zipo blurted out involuntarily, "We split up and ran, I don’t know where he went."

Fang Zhixing understood the situation.

It seemed Huang Mingran had fled in another direction and had managed to avoid the sweep of the Red Blood Pupil.

"He ran?!"

Xigou couldn’t help but grow more anxious, his tone urgent, "What do we do? Huang Mingran knows too much, we can’t let him get away!"

Anxiety was one thing, but the fact remained that the man had run away.

Fang Zhixing wasn’t panicked; instead, he said calmly, "The monk may run, but the temple can’t. Let’s return to the camp and take it from there."

Xigou sighed helplessly, with no other choice.

Fang Zhixing first dislocated Huang Zipo’s arms, then tied him up tightly, stuffed a stinky sock in his mouth, and lastly used a rope to tie around his neck.

He handed the rope to Xigou.

"Woof woof~"

Xigou proudly led the way, rope in mouth, dragging Huang Zipo along.