Fang Yu turned his body and directly reached out to grab the blade.
Before me stood a thin, young man with eyes full of malice.
He twisted the blade with all his might, trying to cut Fang Yu’s hand.
“Click!”
Fang Yu’s hand clenched tightly, the blade crushed directly!
A black, thin man’s eyes flashed with astonishment. He reached to his waist with his left hand, as if wanting to draw something out.
Fang Yu reached out and grabbed his left hand, preventing him from taking the thing out.
“Are you thinking of killing me right away? We have no grievances, why would you do that?” Fang Yu said.
The thin man gritted his teeth, using all his might to try and break free from Fang Yu’s grasp, but he was completely immobile.
At that moment, he suddenly spoke, muttering some obscure incantations.
“Click…”
The rocks behind him, made a sound.
Fang Yu’s eyes changed slightly, he turned his head and saw the mask hanging on the cliff wall shaking violently.
“Whoosh!”
Then, the mask detached from the cliff and flew towards Fang Yu’s location!
Taking advantage of Fang Yu’s distraction, the thin and dark man roared and took a step to the side.
The mask flew directly to the thin, dark man’s face and covered his face perfectly!
The eyeballs on the mask immediately flashed a burst of black light!
And the lean, black man also burst out with a powerful aura!
“What kind of magic is this? Using the power of corpses?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, finding it quite interesting.
The thin man with the mask on seemed to have grown several inches taller. He punched straight at Fang Yu’s head!
Fang Yu raised his left hand to block the punch.
“Boom!”
With a loud bang, Fang Yu took a step back.
The thin man in the mask, after putting it on, was much stronger than Fang Yu had imagined.
Fang Yu’s eyes, filled with curiosity, became even more intense.
What kind of magic is this? <<<
The thin man was originally just a cultivator at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage, but after wearing the mask, his aura and power increased several times.
At this time, the thin black man’s strength is probably above that of a martial arts master!
A lean man took a step forward, his right fist glowing with a black aura as he launched another punch towards Fang Yu.
Fang Yu dodged the punch with a flash.
“Boom!”
The rock face behind Fang Yu was blasted into a huge hole!
Fāng Yǔ flashed to the thin man’s back and kicked him in the back.
The thin man reacted very quickly, turning around and striking with his palm!
“Bang!”
With a deafening roar, the thin, dark man was sent flying backward several meters before regaining his balance.
Fan Yu’s eyes were full of surprise.
The black, thin man in the mask is so strong.
Just now, he used at least 20% of his strength with that kick, but the thin black man actually resisted with his palm and didn’t get hurt!
A thin man stood there, looking at Fang Yu and said, “Who are you?”
His voice was strange, low and raspy, like the sound of a corpse speaking from within its coffin.
“You should have asked this before you started, what’s the point of asking now? You want to kill me?” Fang Yu said calmly.
The thin man said no more. Suddenly, a burst of intense black light erupted from his mask and eyes!
Fang Yu felt his brain suddenly go blank, instantly losing the ability to think.
Seizing the opportunity, the thin man with black hair charged toward Fang Yu, his right fist emitting a dark glow as he punched towards Fang Yu’s chest.
“Bang!”
Fang Yu was struck heavily, his body flying towards the edge of the cliff and plummeting down, disappearing from sight.
A thin man walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the clouds below, and let out a shrill laugh.
“This mask actually has the power to control gods… I really underestimated it.”
At this moment, Fang Yu’s voice suddenly came from behind the thin, dark man.
This… how is this possible?
Didn’t he fall?
The lanky man’s laughter stopped abruptly, and he immediately turned around to find Fang Yu smiling at him, standing right in front of him.
Just now Fang Yu clearly received a heavy blow, how does he look like nothing happened at all!?
“Actually, your weaknesses are quite obvious, you know?” Fang Yu said.
The lean man took a step back and punched Fang Yu again.
Fang Yu turned his head and easily dodged the black, thin man’s punch.
Then, he punched the thin, dark man’s mask.
“Bang!”
This stone mask shattered instantly, revealing the terrified face of a thin, dark man.
“Look, aren’t you a waste now?” Fang Yu said with a cold smile on his face.
“You, you…” The skinny man looked at Fang Yu, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was terrified.
Fāng Yǔ didn’t speak, kicking the skinny man’s knee with his foot.
“Click!”
A thin, dark man let out a scream and took a step back, losing his balance and falling directly off the cliff.
Behind him, was a cliff over three thousand meters high!
But just as he was about to fall, Fang Yu stepped on his palm.
The thin man’s body hung precariously over a cliff that rose thousands of meters above the ground.
“Tell me, what kind of demonic cultivator are you from?” Fang Yu asked.
The thin, dark man trembled with fear and stammered, “I’m not a heretic cultivator. I’m a member of the Xuanming clan.”
Fang Yu’s eyebrows furrowed slightly; he had never heard of this clan.
But the altar set up by the thin, dark man, and the magic he used, were clearly related to dark arts.
“If you kill me, my people will find you and avenge me!” the thin man said to Fang Yu loudly.
“It was you who attacked me first. Get it straight,” Fang Yu said calmly.
The thin man looked at Fang Yu’s expression and knew that Fang Yu wouldn’t let him go.
So, he bit his tongue tip, using his left hand to smear the blood from his tongue onto his eyelid, chanting words.
“Elders, you all see this! It was this man who killed me! You must avenge me!” The thin, dark-skinned man opened his eyes and glared fiercely at Fang Yu, saying.
Fang Yu’s brows furrowed slightly.
“Hahaha… soon everyone in my tribe will know you killed me! They’ll find you, they will definitely find you!” The thin black man laughed frantically.
“I’m pulling you up now, can we still salvage this?” Fang Yu suddenly asked.
The thin, dark-faced man’s complexion changed slightly. He immediately said, “Of course, as long as you let me go, I promise to drop this matter.”
He said that, but the thin black man was filled with unspeakable resentment in his heart.
That ghastly mask is something that every adult member of their Xuan Ming clan must make.
And the mask of the gaunt man, was crafted over many years. The raw materials were the remains of a cultivator who had died in the Jindan stage a thousand years prior.
To obtain that skeleton, the thin, dark-skinned man had spent a great deal of money and effort.
But now, the meticulously crafted mask was smashed to pieces by Fang Yu’s punch.
The skinny man suffered such heavy losses, how could he possibly let Fang Yu off easily?
“You’re not being sincere enough,” Fang Yu said with a slight curl of his lips.
“You…” The thin man’s eyes widened, just about to speak.
“Ah…”
The thin man’s screams echoed through the sky.
Fang Yu walked back to the table expressionless, turning around.
Only then did he realize that the two bowls had shattered and all the candles on the table had been extinguished.
“The Xuanming Clan… quite interesting,” Fang Yu’s eyes flickered, he thought to himself.
……
The southwest region, a remote mountainous area.
An elderly man was kneeling on a bamboo mat, his eyes closed.
Before him was a wall, on which hung a ghost face mask similar to the one Fang Yu had seen.
The old man looked serene, as if he were meditating with his eyes closed.
He saw a picture.
In the picture, there is a young person’s indifferent face.
“Elders, you see this man! He is the one who killed me! You must avenge me!”
It’s Ah Jiu!
The old man stood up abruptly, his face extremely grim.
The darkness in his eyes vanished quickly, and the scene abruptly ended.
The old man’s face shifted, then he quickly walked out of the grass hut.
At this time, several people also walked out of the surrounding huts.
“Did you all see that?” the old man said solemnly.
“Chief, we saw it. Ajiu was…” The surrounding elders all had grim expressions.
“The Old Ninth’s Soul Altar is built in the Tianshan Mountains. Immediately dispatch people to investigate there and find that young man in the picture. Get me all his information! We must avenge Ah Jiu’s revenge!” The clan leader said with a sharp gaze.
“Yes!” the elders nodded.