Sickening

The ruthlessness hidden within Fang Shuwen's nature had been forged through clawing and scraping on the streets. It was the desperation of having to stake one's very life over half a steamed stuffed bun or a piece of moldy mantou! When there was no danger, he could make nice with anyone, call them brother, and act with pleasant warmth. That was an essential skill for survival! Make more friends and fewer enemies, and one would live that much more securely. It was precisely thanks to this that, despite his damaged foundation, Zheng Sihai still liked him very much. Eldest Senior Brother Mo Beidou had even spent a favor owed to him by Wang Tao on his behalf, wanting nothing more than for this gentle, polite, and pitiable junior brother to have enough food and clothing, free from the bitter hardships of his past. Yet the moment anything posed a threat to him, the vicious streak deep in his bones, along with a vitality and resilience like wild grass, would erupt. He had made an enemy of the Black Fiend Cult because he protected Zhou Qingmei. Yet regardless of how it started, the outcome was already set: one side had to fall completely. Fang Shuwen did not want to die. What he treasured most was his own life, so it was the Black Fiend Cult that had to die! What was more... among Li Nanchen's targets was his own biological sister. Even if he had not acknowledged this blood bond lost for nineteen full years—and had not even decided whether he ever would—that did not mean he did not care. He had spent a mere three days with Fang Lingxin. Yet in those three days, while he appeared indifferent, he had engraved this little girl with big eyes and a round face firmly into his heart. Li Nanchen wanted to use her life to complete his Black Fiend Demon Skill, so he had to die! Whether he was the Young Cult Master of the Black Fiend Cult or the Eldest Senior Brother of Zhujige Pavilion, nothing could save his life! Yet such decisiveness and savagery once again left everyone in Zhujige Pavilion's main hall dumbstruck. Only Feng Mantian's furious roar cut through the silence: "Vile villain, pay with your life!" Back when Fang Shuwen killed Qingyangzi and Ghost Scholar and moved against Li Nanchen, Feng Mantian had already pounced forward. However, Fang Shuwen was far too swift... Li Nanchen, this Eldest Senior Brother of Zhujige Pavilion and Young Cult Master of the Black Fiend Cult, had failed to block even a single move, just like Qingyangzi and Ghost Scholar, before turning into a ghost. Consequently, Fang Shuwen had already succeeded before Feng Mantian could reach them. Now, in his towering fury, Feng Mantian unleashed the Black Fiend Demon Skill once more. Surges of terrifying power and Black Fiend true qi so dense it was nearly tangible burst forth without reserve, driven only by the desire to avenge his son. Fang Shuwen's gaze shifted slightly. His hand was still gripping Li Nanchen's head. Thus, with a casual flick of his wrist, Li Nanchen's corpse was sent hurtling straight toward Feng Mantian. Feng Mantian's eyes nearly tore at the corners! Seeing his son's corpse hurtling toward him, his shattered wits finally recovered somewhat. Yet at this very moment, pulling back his surging Black Fiend true qi to catch Li Nanchen's body was already an impossible luxury. His strike slammed brutally into the corpse. With a sound like tearing silk, Li Nanchen—whose head had already been crushed by Fang Shuwen—was shattered into pieces by his own father's hands, torn limb from limb! "My son!" A mournful shriek tore from Feng Mantian's throat. At this moment, he was no longer the ambitious Cult Master of the Black Fiend Cult staging a resurgence. He was merely a pathetic father whose son had died, unable to preserve even his corpse in one piece. Paying no heed to going after Fang Shuwen, he sank to his knees, his face stricken with grief as he scrambled in vain to gather Li Nanchen's shattered remains. The righteous disciples of Zhujige Pavilion could not help feeling conflicted... Fang Shuwen's actions were entirely beyond reproach, yet why did Feng Mantian seem somewhat pitiable? Many of them immediately shook their heads vigorously. Lard must have blinded their hearts—how could they possibly pity the Cult Master of the Black Fiend Cult? Were the young women slaughtered by the Black Fiend Cult not pitiable? Were their fellow jianghu martial artists who died at their hands not pitiable? Were they themselves, poisoned by Li Nanchen and nearly killed by the Black Fiend Cult moments ago, not pitiable? Besides, hadn't that old bastard just shouted "vile villain" at the young man? He was the Cult Master of the Black Fiend Cult... calling someone else a "vile villain"? Talk about the thief crying thief! As the crowd sorted out their thoughts and simmered with indignation once more, they watched Fang Shuwen: after first hurling Li Nanchen's corpse to catch Feng Mantian unable to pull his momentum and force him to obliterate his own son's remains, he immediately seized on Feng Mantian's grief and despair to thrust out a palm strike! Vajra Throws the Pagoda! Throughout the entire process, there was not a shred of hesitation—it was completely seamless. As the palm rose, wind and thunder rolled, its force as immense as if carrying a pagoda aloft. Guided by a single arm, the palm force crashed down with ferocious might. Hearing the sound, Feng Mantian had not even realized Fang Shuwen was coming for him. Only when a dark shadow flashed and dragged him away by force did he suddenly hear a tremendous roar. Where he had just knelt, on the polished floor of Zhujige Pavilion's front hall, an imprint of a palm spanning a full zhang had appeared. A violent shudder instantly jolted through his heart! A furious shout exploded in his ear: "Cult Master Feng, snap out of it! Do you want to die here?" The whoosh of whistling wind rang out as Guan Tianyue and Monk of Ultimate Bliss arrived at their side. Fang Shuwen had killed from the moment he appeared. Qingyangzi and Ghost Scholar had died bewildered, and Li Nanchen followed right behind them. The entire sequence unfolded like a rising hare and a swooping falcon. Only when Feng Mantian nearly died at Fang Shuwen's hands did they awaken as if from a dream, suddenly realizing that with Fang Shuwen's arrival, their once overwhelmingly favorable situation was shifting. This youth acted with utter decisiveness and vicious cruelty. If they did not find a solution, were they supposed to wait around for him to swat them dead one by one on the spot? Meanwhile, on the other side, Fang Shuwen did not care in the slightest that his palm strike had missed. Pivoting on the spot into a four-level horse stance, his right hand clenched and pulled back to gather at his waist, followed immediately by a fist shooting out like a dragon, wind howling like spears! No matter what anyone else thought, the moment Fang Shuwen decided to act, there was no reason to stop. What did Feng Mantian's grief over losing his son have to do with him? His sorrow, his pitiable state, could not sway Fang Shuwen in the slightest. In this world today, pitiable people were everywhere; even if misery were lined up by rank, it would never be Feng Mantian's turn to play the victim here. The piles of bones beneath Qingyang Manor, the heaps of corpses at Yunfei Escort Agency, the disciples slain when the Black Fiend Cult assaulted Jiuning Mountain... Which of them was not someone's loved one? Their grief simply had not played out before Fang Shuwen's eyes, but that did not mean it did not exist. Fang Shuwen did not find Feng Mantian, the instigator behind all of this, pitiable in the least, and that display of hypocrisy only made him sick to his stomach. The fist surged forth like a dragon's roar shaking the heavens! The majestic momentum far exceeded what the Four Seas Dragon Fist should possess—this was the awe-inspiring might wrought by Fang Shuwen's Great Perfection in the Yijin Jing! Monk of Ultimate Bliss let out a roar, a glint of golden light actually washing over his body. Pressing his palms together, he stepped forward to shield the group, roaring: "Dharmakaya of Ultimate Bliss!"