Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 573 - 316 Hang Xie_3

Chapter 573: 316 Hang Xie_3

They had been locked in bitter battle for a day and a night, crazed with killing, both body and mind exhausted beyond description.

At that moment, they noticed that the black smoke had ceased, the Fierce Ghosts were gone, and the massive Evil Spirit python had also disappeared.

The world fell silent.

"Heh, is it over just like that?" Fan Qiulai let out a bitter laugh, nearly collapsing from fatigue.

Unfortunately, things did not go as they wished.

Ripples appeared on one side of the Array.

Shadows passed through the Array and entered.

Four people led the way.

Twelve more followed behind them.

Yan Jingfeng stood stiffly alongside the group of people.

Fang Zhixing glanced over them and recognized only one; the rest were all strangers he had never encountered before.

"The Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect, it’s actually you!"

Suddenly, Fan Qiulai exclaimed, his eyes fixed intently on one of the leaders.

The Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch said with a smiling tone, "Oh? I see you recognize this Sect Hierarch."

Gasping for breath, Fan Qiulai asked incredulously, "We have no grudges or grievances; why go to such lengths to ambush us?"

With a sneering laugh, the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch replied, "You are a Heavenly People Avatar, you should know that once the whereabouts of a Heavenly People Avatar are exposed, they become a target for hunting."

He casually pointed at the two people to his right.

One was a large-bearded man with a rough appearance, and the other a tender-looking youth, quite ordinary.

Introducing them, the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch said, "These two friends are also Heavenly People Avatars, and they are quite keen on devouring you."

He chuckled, "One person might not handle you, but two would have just enough to share."

Fan Qiulai felt choked, and with a look of horror, he asked, "You captured Yan Jingfeng, learned of me through him, so today you are targeting me?"

Hearing this, the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch smiled playfully and cast a sideways glance at the masked woman on his left.

This woman, clad in tight-fitting black attire, was curvaceous, with ample attributes.

She stood there, silent, watching the scene with calm disinterest, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this, the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch snorted coldly, "Enough talk; let’s get this started."

At his command, the twelve people behind him stepped forward.

Fan Qiulai took a look and felt one of them looked familiar, and with surprise and suspicion, he inquired, "You, could you be the City God of Yandang City?"

Among the twelve, there were both men and women, most with Yin Divine Realm cultivation.

Only the person in the center was of the Yang Divine Realm.

This person stepped forward with pride and introduced himself with a smile, "I am Zhuo Gongkui, I bid you greetings."

Staring at Fan Qiulai and Fang Zhixing, his eyes brimmed with killing intent, and he sneered, "Gentlemen, please proceed to your deaths!"

Fan Qiulai and Xigou both looked towards Fang Zhixing.

"Little brother, it’s all on you now!"

Fan Qiulai’s heart sank, feeling that catastrophe loomed.

Could Fang Zhixing alone possibly turn the tide?

Without saying a word, Fang Zhixing advanced calmly.

One man facing off against twelve of the Hundred Cows Realm!

Seeing this, Zhuo Gongkui’s eyes narrowed, and he commanded coldly, "Form up, the Twelve Demon-Slaying Sword Array!"

The Taoism Sword Array was exceptionally profound.

The Twelve Demon-Slaying Sword Array had an even more formidable reputation.

This array required twelve cultivators of at least the Yin Divine Realm from the Taoist path to sustain.

An array made up of twelve Yin Divine cultivators was unpredictable in power, more than enough to triumph over a Yang Divine expert.

Not to mention Zhuo Gongkui himself belonged to the Yang Divine Realm; with him as the core and eleven of the Yin Divine Realm, the power of the array they formed was even more terrifying!

"Hmph, who allowed you to form an array?"

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing let out a cold laugh, his hands forming a mysterious Dharma Seal.

"Sun Wheel Seal·Heart-shattering Demonic Flame!"

Fang Zhixing’s body shook as the Heart Fire within him erupted, surging forth mightily.

With a whoosh, he was enveloped in black flames.

The flames pierced through heaven and earth, forming a giant torch.

Almost in an instant!

Zhuo Gongkui’s face changed drastically, as he suddenly felt a fierce blaze rise within his chest, uncontrollable!

"What the?!"

In shock, Zhuo Gongkui scrambled to defend his mind, fighting to suppress the outbreak of Heart Fire.

"Aaah~"

"It hurts, I’m on fire!"

"Master, save me!"

...

Screams of agony filled the air.

Turning to look, Zhuo Gongkui saw his fellow disciples beside him, their bodies ablaze!

Some were rolling on the ground, others running around erratically!

Some frantically beat at the flames consuming them!

And others, as if mad, laughed hysterically and began to dance!

"No good, they’ve been bewitched by the Heart Fire!"

Once the Heart Fire ignited, not only would a cultivator self-immolate, but their state of mind would also be burnt through in an instant, leading to demonic possession.

Zhuo Gongkui, panicked, shouted hoarsely, "Quick, send out your Yin Spirit, hurry!"

The body might be engulfed in flames, but if the Yin Spirit could separate from the body, there was still a chance to save one’s life.

But Zhuo Gongkui had underestimated the terror of the Heart-shattering Demonic Flame; the Heart Fire had erupted from deep within the spirit.

The Yin Spirit had caught fire too!

Soon, Zhuo Gongkui’s pain intensified, and he could no longer bother about others, desperately trying to suppress his restless mind while resisting the burning of the Heart Fire.

"Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, an icy voice entered his ears.

Uncontrollably, Zhuo Gongkui shivered and raised his head to look.

He saw Fang Zhixing with a grim smile on his face, unleashing black flames toward him.

Whoosh!

"No!" Zhuo Gongkui cried out in absolute terror, retreating hastily.

But with that motion, his mind completely lost control, his body bursting into flames as black fire wildly leapt about.

Endless, unbearable pain struck him!

Agonized beyond endurance, Zhuo Gongkui screamed and writhed on the ground, begging for his parents and gods.

"Master, save me! Save..."

Zhuo Gongkui crawled towards the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch, stretching out his hand.

At that moment, the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch’s eyes were wide, his expression utterly rigid.

"Flames? What kind of fire is this?"

As a disciple of Vermilion Bird Peak, the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch was an expert in using fire.

Yet, he found Fang Zhixing’s released black flames utterly foreign, something he had never heard of before.