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Chapter 300: Do You Know the Meaning of Powdered Bones? [Extra Chapter for the Silver Alliance Drago
Chapter 300: Do You Know the Meaning of Powdered Bones? [Extra Chapter for the Silver Alliance Dragon's Commandment +11] [Completed]
However, prolonged defense leads to inevitable loss.
Finally...
The last ray of sunlight disappeared over the horizon.
The night slowly descended, banishing the dusk inch by inch.
A loud clash echoed, causing ripples in the air.
The swords collided fiercely, and with a whoosh, Fang Che's sword flew out of his hand.
Stumbling backward, he left himself wide open.
Old Xia grinned maliciously, showing no signs of stopping, and directly thrust his sword towards Fang Che's chest.
The battle was over.
This Deputy Director Fang was indeed a genius, but he couldn't overcome such a huge gap in cultivation.
Just at that moment, Old Xia was at his most triumphant.
"Roar!"
A muffled roar echoed, as if an ancient demon had suddenly appeared.
Fang Che, who was retreating, suddenly widened his eyes, and a surging killing intent burst forth, enveloping him.
At the same time, a sword appeared in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere.
The killing intent surged like a raging wave, rushing towards Old Xia and tightly enveloping him.
This was an absolute surprise! The opponent's sword had clearly flown out of his hand, and yet at this moment of absolute disadvantage, such a terrifying killing intent erupted!
Old Xia's triumphant expression instantly froze, and as the killing intent surged towards him, he felt a chill down his spine.
A chill rose from his tailbone, and it seemed as if countless demons had suddenly appeared before him, as if all those he had killed had turned into ghosts, demanding his life!
In an instant, caught off guard, his consciousness was seized!
He desperately swung his sword and retreated.
He knew this was a soul-stealing killing intent, and his mind was in chaos, but if he could just get a chance to retreat, he could still counter-attack.
Because the opponent's true strength was definitely below his own!
But he no longer had the opportunity.
Fang Che's icy voice rang in his ears.
"I hate the heavens for their blindness! I hate the heavens for their silence! I hate the heavens for their heartlessness! I hate the heavens for their cruelty!"
A thunderous roar echoed as the sword light exploded, unleashing the surging killing intent. It was as if the gates of hell had opened, and countless ghosts emerged.
Fang Che pushed his spiritual energy to the extreme, exerting the power of a Commander Rank Third Tier, and unleashed the first four slashes of the Thirteen Slashes of Hating Heaven with utmost ferocity!
The hatred in his heart had reached its peak!
In the dimly lit graveyard, countless sword lights flashed like a demon's blinking eyes.
A piercing, miserable scream echoed.
Old Xia desperately counterattacked and blocked, but he couldn't stop the onslaught. First, his left hand holding the sword dropped, and from that moment on, the situation was beyond his control. His body trembled, and he let out a miserable scream as he was enveloped by a torrential downpour of sword lights. His body was continuously slashed.
Blood splattered, staining his chest.
His shoulders.
His left leg, right leg, back, and abdomen...
Blood sprayed, and pieces of flesh flew like a thousand cuts.
"Kill!"
Fang Che roared and slammed his shoulder into the opponent's chest.
Old Xia was blasted away and crashed into Ren Chang's tombstone, barely breathing.
Both his hands and feet were gone.
On the other side.
Fang Che staggered back seventeen or eighteen steps. His face, shoulders, chest, and abdomen were covered in sword wounds, and he continuously spat out thick blood.
His heavy breathing indicated that he was still conscious.
But in the first moment of retreat, he charged forward like lightning with his sword.
After seeing Old Xia's handless and footless, barely alive state, he finally felt relieved.
Lowering his sword and leaning on it, his body trembled, and he hung his head. Exhausted, he could barely lift his head and rasped out, "Zhao Administrator, how are you?"
Zhao Yinger had taken the Cloud God Pill, and her injuries were slowly healing. However, her previous sword strike was extremely vicious, injuring her heart meridian. She was still unable to move and weakly replied, "I... I think I'm okay..."
Fang Che's heart finally calmed down, and he breathed heavily.
Feeling the residual power of the Cloud God Pill, his body slowly healed.
With a limp, he turned and moved towards Old Xia.
Old Xia stared at Fang Che with eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and despair. "How is this possible... How is this possible..."
"How is this possible!"
Fang Che gritted his teeth and smashed the spine of his sword onto Old Xia's broken arm wound.
Old Xia let out a long, miserable scream.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fang Che, panting heavily, dragged Old Xia's mangled body to a large stone.
He placed a few ordinary healing pills in Old Xia's mouth.
Using the stone as a base, he smashed the spine of his sword onto the broken bones of Old Xia's wounds, inch by inch.
"We're all here to survive... You bastard, don't faint!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fang Che smashed the spine of his sword again and again. Old Xia's screams were inhuman, and he repeatedly lost and regained consciousness.
Finally, he fainted, but soon woke up in pain.
"You can scream, but don't faint!"
Fang Che, breathing heavily, continued to smash down mercilessly.
Hehe, he coldly said, "Dare to come to the Spirit Graveyard and cause trouble? Then let the departed comrades watch a good show!"
"Look at how this demon spawn is being tortured!"
"Comrades, I'll avenge you!"
If this had happened elsewhere, Fang Che would have simply beheaded Old Xia with a single strike. But the fact that Old Xia chose to attack in the Spirit Graveyard made it unbearable for Fang Che. His anger reached its peak. Was this allowing the departed spirits to witness their comrade being killed without being able to do anything? No matter what, Old Xia had to be torn to pieces!
Fang Che breathed heavily, his anger palpable, as he mercilessly smashed his sword down again and again. He was extremely meticulous, carefully smashing Old Xia's limbs inch by inch into a bloody pulp!
Old Xia's screams turned inhuman, and even if he wanted to commit suicide, he couldn't.
"Don't bite your tongue... You won't die... We all know that's impossible... Don't be so childish, or you can keep your tongue and curse me a few more times..."
Fang Che furiously smashed away.
"I don't blame you for attacking us! But why did you come here to defile the Spirit Graveyard?"
"What's your name?" Lao Xia had already fainted from the pain.
Fang Che smashed him awake with a blow to the back, his face contorted as he said, "What's your name?"
"His name is Lao Xia. He's a wine seller, and he just said he's from the Light Sect."
The speaker was Zhao Yinger.
She forced herself to stand, slowly moving towards them, wanting to help.
"Lao Xia! When you were spouting nonsense, I should have turned you into mincemeat! Do you know what it means to become mincemeat? Today, I'll show you!"
Fang Che smashed him on the back, and with a crack, a piece of bone shattered: "You know what? Not only will I make you regret it, but I'll also make your sect regret having a follower like you!"
"You damn bastard! You damn bastard! Coming here to cause trouble!"
Fang Che clenched his teeth, smashing blow after blow, his face twisted in anger.
Lao Xia screamed in agony, cursing, and eventually pleading for mercy: "Just finish me off... Finish me off..."
But Fang Che ignored him.
He smashed every inch meticulously, disregarding fatigue, until he finally shattered Lao Xia's head!
A wisp of black mist rose and disappeared.
In the dim night, the Spirit Graveyard was shrouded in white fog.
Within the thick fog, a figure in the Guardian Pavilion's attire seemed to be standing there, watching with satisfaction. Watching as the enemy was tortured and killed.
In a daze, Fang Che seemed to see Ren Chang's face among them. The old man was wearing new clothes, holding hands with Kong Xiang, and smiling at him!
"Good. Looks like you old brat, finally understood after dying."
Fang Che couldn't help but reveal a warm smile. He breathed heavily, feeling his spirit energy gathering, his injuries healing, and his breathing slowly stabilizing.
Shaking his body, he stood up.
Turning his head towards Ren Chang's tombstone, he said, "Old Ren, another day has passed... I'm at your grave, smashing this bastard to pieces. Are you satisfied?"
The thick fog drifted by, and it seemed like Ren Chang's smiling face flashed by.
Zhao Yinger covered her chest and slowly approached, asking, "Fang Che, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Fang Che turned and smiled at her.
"Your face?" Zhao Yinger looked at Fang Che's facial wound with pain in her eyes, her expression making Fang Che feel like the sky was falling.
"It's nothing, it'll heal in a couple of days."
Fang Che himself didn't care about the wound.
You have to admire the mysterious ways of a woman's mind. They don't care about other injuries, any injury, as long as it's not on their face.
But even a small cut on the face could make them immediately crumble...
"Let's go."
Fang Che bowed to the countless tombstones and said to Zhao Yinger.
"This... Aren't we going to clean up here?"
"No need to clean up."
Fang Che said, "Let the seniors watch as this demon sect cultivator's corpse is exposed in the wilderness. Isn't that a satisfying thing?"
He moved his body a little and felt that there wasn't any major issue.
Due to the continuous battles after consuming the Cloud Pill, the medicinal power of the Cloud Pill had already been fully utilized, and he still hadn't completely recovered.
If he consumed another Cloud Pill now, he could have fully recovered.
But Fang Che couldn't bear to do it.
It's better to keep such a thing for life-threatening situations.
Now... It's just some wounds, and the bones aren't even broken. What's there to fear? Zhao Yinger was the one who thought too much. Such a miraculous pill could even save her from certain death, and Fang Che definitely didn't have many of them.
If she took it herself, there might not be any left.
She didn't see that he had so many wounds on his body, and he hadn't taken the pill? Feeling heartbroken, she said, "Wait a moment, I'll help you bandage your wounds."
Fang Che was unconcerned: "These wounds..."
But seeing Zhao Yinger's eyes filled with tears, he had no choice but to give in: "Alright, I need to bandage them anyway."
Zhao Yinger carefully bandaged him.
Fang Che felt uncomfortable all over, so he made small talk: "This demon sect cultivator is truly ruthless. He actually stabbed you in the heart."
Zhao Yinger replied softly, "That wasn't him hurting me, I stabbed myself."
Pfft! Fang Che almost choked: "Why?"
"Some things, for a woman, are more terrifying than death." Zhao Yinger's voice was calm, but her body slightly trembled as she spoke. "Facing such a demon, my cultivation is too low. I barely had a chance to strike, and finding an opportunity to commit suicide was already lucky."
Fang Che fell silent.
After a long while, he said fiercely, "That demon brat got off easy! I should have smashed him a few more times!"
Pfft!
Zhao Yinger's tears turned into laughter: "You've already smashed him to bits like flour. How else do you want to smash him? I've never smashed garlic like this at home."
Fang Che: "..."
Smash garlic?
I just eat them like sunflower seeds...
(End of Chapter)
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