Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 684 - 369 Witch Hunt

Chapter 684: 369 Witch Hunt

For a moment, everyone stretched their necks, looking up into the sky.

There they saw, Flying Dragon, like a dead dog, was thrown up into the sky beyond ten thousand meters.

"Explode!"

The very next instant, numerous Blood Lotus exploded within Flying Dragon’s body simultaneously.

Nuclear explosion!

The flames of the explosion, blazing like the sun in full splendor, shone brightly, instantly destroying everything.

Boom, boom, boom~

Amid the deafening explosion, rumbling like thunder, all the Talismans within Flying Dragon’s body were rendered useless.

Whoosh, whoosh~

In the high sky, flames surged up, manifesting mushroom clouds one after another, stacked on top of each other, resembling a beautiful chrysanthemum in wanton bloom.

The intense flames tumbled through the sky, spreading and covering the sun, sweeping across in all directions as if to devour the entire world.

The heavens and earth changed color!

Everyone’s scalp tingled as if struck by lightning, their shock beyond measure.

Flying Dragon, the founding elder of the Immortal Talisman Sect, a millennium-old figure, was thus obliterated, both body and spirit extinguished.

Dire!

Too dire!

"Was he stuffed silly, why did he go and provoke that great traitor!"

"Hey, Fang Zhixing is not someone easy to deal with, why did you have to provoke him?"

"What counts as princes, generals, heroes, and bravehearts, before absolute power, they mean nothing."

...

People sighed heavily, their discussions buzzing.

Just then, a stooped old man appeared on the deck of the giant ship.

He looked up, his face sinister like a Fierce Ghost, his turbid pupils twinkling with an inexplicable Cold Light.

"The Witch Clan Ancestor!"

Someone exclaimed, their face turning pale.

Everyone couldn’t help but hold their breath, the scene instantly falling silent.

Rumors had it that in the previous dynasty, the Witch Clan alone dominated the hundred thousand mountains of the Southern Border with numerous clansmen, consisting of the White Witch and the Black Witch.

The White Witch, proficient in healing and as benevolent as water, was respected and even favored by the Imperial Family, with the freedom to come and go in the Imperial Palace.

Because of this, the White Witch had always been the leader of the Witch Clan.

But the Black Witch was different; they specialized in bewitchment, cursing others, and could summon all sorts of evil creatures, despised and detested by people.

At the time of the previous dynasty’s downfall, the Black Witch participated in the rebellion, killing a large number of White Witches.

Since then, the Black Witch overthrew the rule of the White Witch, seized power, and started ruling over the hundred thousand mountains of the Southern Border.

This Witch Clan Ancestor in front of them was actually the leader of the Black Witch, having personally participated in the rebellion, his hands stained with blood.

All in all, this Witch Clan leader was indeed a ruthless character.

Fang Zhixing stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze landing on the Witch Clan Ancestor.

Within Flying Dragon’s timeline, he had already seen this centuries-old freak he had never met before.

The Witch Clan Ancestor tapped his toe and soared from the ground, flying all the way to Fang Zhixing.

He glanced at the mushroom clouds above, a look of contempt appearing on his face, and snorted coldly, "I didn’t expect Flying Dragon to be such trash, even a chance was useless to him."

Fang Zhixing laughed dismissively, "You mean, you’re more useful than him?"

"Hmph, you indeed are petty, presumptuous when successful."

The Witch Clan Ancestor said coldly, "The only reason you are still alive now is not because you are powerful, just that you have better luck."

Fang Zhixing oh’ed, curiously asking, "What luck do I have?"

The Witch Clan Ancestor continued, "After you killed Prince Chi An, you enraged all members of the Imperial Family, who unanimously decided to eliminate you before setting out to sea to prevent future troubles. Unfortunately, the Great Black Buddha Mother suddenly intervened, saving you with a non-aggression pact; otherwise, you would have been dead long ago."

Fang Zhixing smiled wryly, replying, "That’s not luck, the non-aggression pact appeared entirely because of my plan."

The Witch Clan Ancestor’s eyes narrowed suddenly, his face filled with suspicion.

Fang Zhixing laughed, "Do you think, I am serving under the Great Black Buddha Mother? No, the Great Black Buddha Mother has actually been taking orders from me!"

"What, you are the mastermind behind it?" The Witch Clan Ancestor couldn’t believe it, saying sternly, "Who in the world are you, to make the former dynasty’s princess submit to you?"

Fang Zhixing raised his hand, crooked his finger, and coldly smirked, "Want to know? First prove that you are worthy."

"Hmph, a conceited fool who doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!" The Witch Clan Ancestor scoffed, slowly spreading his arms.

Behind him walked a group of people, making up hundred in total, their movements stiff, like zombies.

Fang Zhixing’s eyebrows raised, noticing that these people all came from those four large ships.

They were the civilian experts who had followed!

But at this moment, these people appeared numb, their faces dull, drooling, with twisted strides, swarming forward.

Fang Zhixing saw this, surprised, "Why control these weaklings?"

The Witch Clan Ancestor laughed sinisterly, "In your eyes, they indeed are all weaklings, trivial, but in my eyes, they are the most perfect sacrifices."

Fang Zhixing’s expression darkened, indifferently saying, "Summoning evil creatures again?"

The Witch Clan Ancestor proudly said, "I am a Black Witch, best at sacrificing living beings, summoning evil creatures to descend, and even, if I wish, destroying this world is as easy as flipping my hand."

Fang Zhixing stood hands behind back, "A minor trick, hardly worth mentioning."

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar suddenly erupted.

A series of white shadows unexpectedly sprang out, plunging into the crowd, unleashing a massacre.

The scene was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, flesh flying everywhere, utterly brutal.

Xigou made his move!

Shadow Clones swooped in, rapidly eliminating the sacrifices at the fastest speed.

He was a Sixth Level Mutant Beast, overwhelmingly powerful.

Those civilian experts, completely unable to withstand a single blow, like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered, were no match for Xigou at all.

At this sight!

The Witch Clan Ancestor paused, a trace of astonishment appearing between his brows.