Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 647 - 350 sorties_2

Chapter 647: 350 sorties_2

"Another aristocratic clan, huh..."

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but let his lips curl into a smirk.

Back in the day, when he encountered members of these clans, he either groveled and fawned over them or took a detour, not daring to even let out a fart.

"How I miss those good old days!" Fang Zhixing sighed softly, heading straight for the gate.

Under the watchful eyes of many, he walked past Duan Shuping to the front door and knocked confidently.

Before long, the gatekeeper opened the door, sized up Fang Zhixing with a frown, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Fang Zhixing, a wanted fugitive by the Court, the foremost rebel in the world, and I am here to see your Family Head," Fang Zhixing responded calmly.

As soon as he had spoken!

The gatekeeper was utterly baffled, his doubts swirling.

"Dude, would it kill you not to show off!" Xigou rolled his eyes, too exhausted to criticize.

Outside, Duan Shuping slowly raised his head, cautiously observing Fang Zhixing, his eyes twinkling with fine lights.

Shortly thereafter, the gate swung open.

A formidable array of Martial Artists appeared within, lined up on both sides, brandishing swords, their piercing gazes as if facing a great enemy.

In their midst, there stood eight people.

An old man in a green robe with a white beard stood at the front, a Flying Knife tucked into his jade belt at his waist.

The green-robed old man had white hair and beard, yet his skin was silky and rosy, much like a baby’s with a full Heavenly Court and profound eyes that commanded respect without anger.

Behind him were seven men and women of varied ages, each one a paragon of virtue, likely all his children and grandchildren.

"A distinguished guest graces our home, we are remiss for not meeting you from afar. We hope Fellow Daoist will forgive this slight," the old man said, bowing his hands together, his serious demeanor tinged with an air of unyielding power.

Fang Zhixing merely nodded his head in acknowledgment and nonchalantly replied, "Not at all, I am the visitor; it is I who should apologize for arriving unannounced."

The green-robed old man insisted, "Please, I am Yu Jinquan, and these are my children and grandchildren."

Fang Zhixing responded, "Who doesn’t know of ’Divine Flying Saber’ Yu Jinquan? Your reputation precedes you, and it’s as thunderous as ever to my ears."

Yu Jinquan’s face remained solemn, a bitter smile escaping, "Compared to Fellow Daoist stirring up storms, sweeping across all under heaven, I am but a mere local strongman, hardly worth mentioning."

"Well, since you know of my capabilities..."

Fang Zhixing flipped his hand and produced a relic, suddenly exclaiming in a stern voice, "Then why do you also possess a relic?"

Yu Jinquan’s eyes twitched slightly as he came to a sudden realization.

He had been puzzled why Fang Zhixing, a notorious rebel, would suddenly come to the Yu Family.

After all, there had been no former dealings between them; they were completely unacquainted.

It turns out it was the relic that had attracted today’s trouble.

For a moment, Yu Jinquan’s expression was complex, and he slowly said, "The Yu family once served as loyalists to the former dynasty and should have been held accountable by the Court, but thanks to the protection promised by Wanfa Temple, we were spared."

The abbot of Wanfa Temple, Master Kongji, was a highly enlightened monk who always took good care of our Yu Family.

"One should repay even the smallest favor!"

Hearing that Master Kongji died at your hands, out of righteous indignation, I naturally wanted to seek justice for him," Yu Jinquan said.

On hearing this, Fang Zhixing suddenly understood.

The truth boiled down to two possibilities:

First, the Yu Family and Wanfa Temple had a strong relationship, deeply intertwined interests, prospering or suffering together. They genuinely wished to avenge Master Kongji;

Second, the Yu Family didn’t really want to get involved in this conflict, yet, caught in the tides of Jianghu, and due to social pressures, they had no choice but to accept the relic, pretending to seek vengeance while merely going through the motions.

Regardless, none of this changed Fang Zhixing’s intentions.

To strike first before the enemy was ready!

Fang Zhixing stood with hands clasped behind his back, a chilling sneer on his face, as he said solemnly, "Give me a reason not to start a fight."

Yu Jinquan’s breathing halted, his expression grave.

He knew well the strength of Master Kongji.

If Fang Zhixing could defeat Master Kongji, then his own prowess had to be terrifying, certainly not to be underestimated.

Moreover, Fang Zhixing had a relic in his possession, indicating that some master had attempted to kill him but ended up slain instead.

With these thoughts, Yu Jinquan’s face tightened. He looked at his family, his authority vanishing, his face becoming exceedingly grim.

"Rebel!"

Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside.

Fang Zhixing turned his head to see Duan Shuping rising to his feet, his face filled with rage, as he exclaimed, "You, a wanted criminal, not only fail to lay low but have the audacity to threaten others upon their doorstep, this is utterly preposterous!"

Fang Zhixing casually cleaned his ear, responding indifferently, "Are you dissatisfied?"

Duan Shuping clasped his hands together, intoning solemnly, "Hmph, if I don’t enter Hell, who will? Come at me if you dare!"

Fang Zhixing’s lips curled slightly, his tone playful, "Brash talk, have you ever seen Hell?"

No sooner had his voice fallen than Xigou burst forth suddenly, opening his gaping maw, aiming for Duan Shuping’s neck.

Duan Shuping took a sudden step back, revealing the "Padmasambhava’s Dharma Form."

As everyone knows, Padmasambhava is crowned with the antelope-horned monarch’s headdress, his face gilded, frowning and eyes wide open, his bulging eyes spirited, his gaze intense as if staring into the distance, exuding the powerful presence of an accomplished master—majestic without anger.

He is the supreme patriarch of the Great Perfection teachings of the secret Vajrayana lineage, embodying wisdom, compassion, and the power to subdue evil, possessing boundless mana.

Moreover, Padmasambhava’s Dharma Form is not just one kind, but eight, known as the "Eight Forms of Padmasambhava."

They are: Sea Born Vajra, Fierce Vajra, Shakyamuni Lion, Love Wisdom Lotus Master, Sunlight Lotus Master, Lotus King, and Lion Roar Lotus Master.

At this moment, what Duan Shuping had manifested was the "Lion Roar Lotus Master Dharma Form."

His entire being transformed into a white lion with a lion’s head on a human body, seated on a Lotus Platform, majestic and sacred, unmatched.

"Evil creature, sit down!"

A roar erupted, sounding like thunder from beyond the heavens, the lion’s bellow shaking the earth and sky!

Xigou’s mind and spirit were greatly shaken, as if struck by a heavy blow, his hindquarters suddenly squatting down.

At first glance, it was as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly pressed him to the ground.

"Whoa!"

Xigou was horrified and shouted, "Fang Zhixing, did you see that? This guy can use the Demonic Suppression Spell."

Fang Zhixing glanced at the "Lion Roar Lotus Master Dharma Form," his eyebrows filled with disdain.

Seeing this, Xigou immediately shook his body, and with a thunderous vibration, he forcibly broke free from his restraints.

"What the?!"

Duan Shuping was shocked and without hesitation, assumed the "Fierce Vajra Dharma Form," his eyes bulging in rage, his expression menacing, his golden buddha-like body too fierce to look at directly.

Almost at the same time, Xigou swung his paw, unleashing a flurry of dense claw shadows.

Swish, swish, swish~

Countless claw shadows, akin to a storm of blood and wind, fell upon Duan Shuping relentlessly and cruelly.

"Ahhh!"

Duan Shuping’s body shook violently, screaming in agony, blood spraying fiercely.

A moment later, Duan Shuping fell to the ground, covered in wounds, his body riddled with deep gashes to the bone, blood pouring out.

"What crap, that’s it!" Xigou laughed smugly.

But the next moment, Duan Shuping forcefully sat up, displaying the "Love Wisdom Lotus Master Dharma Form," murmuring words to himself.

"Heart filled with great love, thoughts clear and penetrating!"

"Wisdom boundless, lotus blooms forth!"

"Om ah hum, Vajra Guru Padme Siddhi Hum!"

As he chanted slowly, the Lotus Platform beneath him rose gently, its light intensifying, petals closing around him.

Xigou squinted his eyes, puzzled.

Before long, the lotus blossomed once more.

Duan Shuping reappeared, his injuries miraculously healed as though they had never been, awe-inspiring.

"Dammit!"

Xigou bared his teeth in frustration, filled with infuriated embarrassment.

Today, if he couldn’t defeat Duan Shuping, he figured Fang Zhixing would look down on him for life.

"Xigou decrees your death at midnight, not even the King of Hell dares to keep you until dawn!"

Xigou was furiously enraged, his shadow began to stir, suddenly giving rise to three dark shadows.

Duan Shuping fixed his eyes on them, his face turning pale with shock.

Three identical Xigous surrounded him, attacking all at once.

For a moment, claws flew everywhere; there was no escape!

Duan Shuping was attacked from front and back, in a deplorably difficult position.

Plop~

Suddenly, a bloody arm was torn off and flew through the air.

Xigou brutally bit off an arm, a sight horrifying to behold!

"Ahh!" Duan Shuping screamed once more, his mind thrown into chaos.

After a brief struggle, Xigou bit off his left calf...