Chapter Sixty-One: Pay Exhausted, Guns Remain
at means he can't be bound by chains. But that also means he will face the wind and rain alone, taking responsibility for his own victories and defeats. A person with such a strong sense of self would...The Fang clan ancestral hall has a formation for protection, but they are reluctant to use it. After all, it consumes Dao Yuan stones, and the Fang family doesn't have many of these precious items in stock. Every one used means one less.
However, at this time, facing the infamous Heart-Eater Demon, even after the white-haired old man's death, no one dared to close their eyes.
He couldn't imagine himself being instantly killed, and how long the rest of the Fang family could hold on. Would those servants raised by the Fang family truly fight to the death for them
This ancestral hall houses the ancestors of the Fang family, representing the roots of the Fang clan.
So even if he were dead, he would have to do something before he completely died.
He hoped that the Huǒ Lǐng formation, which had protected the Fāng family ancestral hall for many years, would be able to trap Xióng Wèn.
It's best to wait until the Dao Yuan Stone runs out of energy.
By then, the news would have surely reached the City Lord's Mansion.
He believes that although Wei Qiji is strict and harsh, he will not hesitate in this matter of great importance.
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The Fang family will be protected!
The old man with his hair as white as snow, whose heart had been ripped out, died still staring straight at the night sky, his eyes never closing.
The bear roared in anger, but his mind was also shaken.
With a notorious reputation, he had endured countless hunts. Randomly relocating his hiding place was his habit; if even he didn't know where he would hide next, those pursuing him would have no logic to follow.
He never expected that a routine random relocation of his hideout, something so ordinary, would result in consecutive unexpected incidents.
He recorded the appearance of the boy with the sword, but at this moment, he finally decided to leave first.
Being in Fenglin City, he could only temporarily suppress his murderous intent.
However, the Crane Spirit Formation didn't care about his thoughts. The entire formation enveloped the area, and only Xiong Wen possessed such a menacing aura. The Crane Spirit phantom atop the shimmering light, with a flap of its wings, let out a shrill shriek as it charged straight at Xiong Wen.
Xiong Wen's body was instantly enveloped in a layer of blood mist.
He rose from the ground, his fists blazing with bloody flames.
Wherever the blood mist touched, the ground turned black and withered leaves decayed. When the blood flame burned, it seemed as if the air itself was dissolved.
He met it with a fist cloaked in flames, fierce and raw, clashing against the crane spirit's sharp beak!
The illusory figure of the crane shattered in an instant, and the ethereal light that enveloped the Fang clan ancestral hall dissipated as well.
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The commotion from the fight in the ancestral hall woke up quite a few people.
The first to arrive were two of the Fang family's attendants, both ninth-rank Youmai realm cultivators, followed by the Fang family guards from the nearby area.
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But they all stood far away, stunned by the shattered figure of the crane spirit that hung in mid-air, too afraid to move.
That powerhouse, shrouded in blood mist, with fists wrapped in bloody flames, only glanced at them. His gaze was suppressed yet fierce and brutal.
When asked about his true nature, Yi Xiong would undoubtedly kill everyone in sight. But he knew the importance of priorities, so suddenly the blood flames dissipated and the blood mist vanished. He became like a stone falling to the ground, plunging into the shadows and disappearing from everyone's view.
The entire Fang family ancestral hall area was eerily silent. Not even a boastful shout dared to break the stillness.
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Fang Zehou and his son naturally arrived at the scene as well, but they too remained silent, as still as sculptures.
The Fang family is one of the three prominent families in Fenglin City, with their own prestige and influence. However, for a powerful figure like Xiong Wen, they are as fragile as glass.
The bear broke into their ancestral shrine, killed their shrine keeper, and shattered their shrine guarding formation. They could only watch helplessly.
This night was so shameful, vast swathes of ink-black stained the sky, and all were silent as a stage set.
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A spark appeared.
The firelight was very faint, like when you’re gathered around a bonfire, and suddenly one piece of wood snaps with a crackle, and then a tiny spark flies out.
But it brought color to this night.
And then came the deafening roar.
Only then did the crowd realize that the red light was not Mars at all, but the tip of a long spear.
The entire rifle pierced the darkness, its butt gripped in a long, powerful hand. It belonged to a man with ink-black hair that drifted around him and features so sharp they were unnerving to behold.
It's unclear whether it was the spear carrying him, or him wielding the spear, as both man and weapon plunged into the darkness like a single entity.
Shadows, broken.
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The Heart-Devouring Demon Bear surged from the fractured shadows, blood mist swirling around it as its voice gnashed, "To Vie for Me!"
He is Zhu Wei!
This gun, the one known throughout Qinghe County as the Burning-Through Gun.
The bear let out a strange, mournful howl, and suddenly, blood welled up in its eyes.
From Sanzhan City to Fenglin City, he had fought with Zhu Wei more than ten times. From the initial disdain and arrogance, to the later vigilance and respect, and now, there was even a trace of fear that he himself refused to admit.
This guy's strength is improving too fast, almost taking one stage with every battle.
If not, then what would become of the mighty Heart-Devouring Demon Bear, who is now forced to hide in the shadows
At this time, I shot him, forcing him out. He also chose to fight with his life at the first opportunity.
Tears welled up, and the blood flame covering his fist suddenly surged, enveloping his entire body.
But Zhu Wei, merely returned a swaggering smile: "Got you!"
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With a half-turn of his body, he gently shook his right hand, and the tip of the gun buried in the ground lifted upwards.
The ground cracked from the point of his gun, shards of brick and earth mixing together to form a straight line as if a dragon had turned over.
Xiong Wen walked through the air, enveloped in the flames of blood, ignoring the earth dragon that churned and charged at him. Every shard of brick and clod of earth was corroded to nothing the moment it touched the blood flame.
The Blood River Sect's Soul-Devouring Blood Flame is so eerie and overbearing. Of course, its most terrifying aspect lies in the soul-devouring. At this time, Xiong Wen, empowered by the desperate secret art of Cuckoo's Weeping Blood, added seven points to his power!
Facing Xiong's all-out attack, Zhu Wei stood firm, unflinching and unyielding.
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His hand trembled, the muzzle of the gun pointed at Xiong Wen, his face resolute.
"How can such a lovely cuckoo be made to cry blood by your harsh words!"
He charged instead!
In an instant, flames erupted around the tip of the spear, setting the night sky ablaze.
Wei Jiu rushes forward with the sea of fire.
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Blood flame clashed with a sea of fire, the tip of the gun met the fist in a deafening roar.
May the only winner be me and Xiong Wen, fighting with all our might!
Xiong asked, "Facing east and west" Zhu Wei replied, "Facing west and east."
The bear plunges down from above, while Zhu Wei strikes upward.
Face each other and advance together!
Victory or defeat is decided in an instant.
Blood flames were quenched by the sea of fire, and the entire sea of fire was corroded by half in an instant.
But after all, the outcome has been decided.
This confrontation, from the very beginning when Xiongwen first chose to flee, had already predetermined its outcome.
The sea of fire surged forward rapidly, and the bear retreated in a panic.
Scorched by the flames, most of his black robe was burned away, revealing his dazzling bald head.
His eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were all bleeding from the seven orifices. This made his already ferocious face even more terrifying and ghastly.
He strained every muscle in his body to retreat, yet his eyes never left mine.
At this moment, he absolutely dared not turn his back.
Initially, he had caused a ruckus in the San Shan City, escaping the pursuit of the Criminal Justice Bureau with injuries no light. Yet, he was subdued by this lone gunman.
Only when the number of fights was overwhelming did I realize something was amiss and decided to retreat first to recuperate. But Zhu Yi followed me like a leech, impossible to shake off.
He had been on the run ever since he left Sanshan City, fleeing constantly without any time to recover from his injuries. Old wounds never healed before new ones were inflicted, and in the end, his injuries became so severe.
He was determined that if he could escape this time, he would disregard his face and any notion of freedom. He would definitely beg the leader to save him. He wanted to bloodbath Maple Forest City, killing all of Zhu Wei's ancestors for eighteen generations, as well as that cunning swordsman thief. He would massacre the entire clan!
Waves of thoughts surged in his mind, a feeling of intense anger burning within him. Xiong Wen looked straight into Zhu Wei's eyes.
In those eyes, bright as blades of polished steel, he saw a flicker of purple.
Good fortune is coming from the east!
The emperor drew his sword, and auspicious purple qi came from the east. The feudal lords looked westward in awe!
>the land, and those legendary martial arts passed down from the Immortal Palace era... Isn't it exactly Daqi Jiang Wuan!The great Qi Wu'an Hou, who had long since died, somehow crawled out of the pile...