Zhu Tianhong descended like a demon god, radiating the terrifying pressure unique to a Mahayana stage expert, causing the air to tremble wherever he went.
Beside him, several Tribulation Transcending stage experts surged with spiritual energy, like volcanoes about to erupt.
A dozen Nascent Soul stage experts were also on high alert, their powerful auras causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.
They surrounded Li Muwan, Luo Hongxia, and Fang Xian, creating an impenetrable encirclement where the air pressure was so low it was hard to breathe.
Zhu Tianhong's eyes were bloodshot; the hatred for his son's murder had completely robbed him of his reason, and his roar echoed through the sky.
"Give me your lives! Today is your death day!"
The anger and killing intent contained in his voice sent chills down the spines of everyone present.
A Tribulation Transcending stage expert stepped forward, a hint of disdain on his face, and sneered:
"Elder Zhu, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? These insignificant characters are not worthy of your attention. Leave them to us!"
With that, he swiftly formed hand seals, and streams of black spiritual energy surged towards Fang Xian like dragons.
The other Tribulation Transcending stage experts also joined the fray, and in an instant, various powerful spells intertwined, enveloping Fang Xian.
In their eyes, Li Muwan and Luo Hongxia were nothing more than harmless, weak women, utterly insignificant.
However, they underestimated Fang Xian's strength.
Fang Xian remained calm, a faint sneer playing on his lips.
He lightly raised his hand and casually waved it, unleashing an invisible yet incredibly powerful force.
Those seemingly invincible attacks vanished instantly before this force, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
The Tribulation Transcending stage experts who launched the attack didn't even have time to utter a scream before being reduced to dust and annihilated by this force.
Zhu Tianhong's pupils constricted as he watched several Nascent Soul stage subordinates vanish in the blink of an eye. His heart clenched, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He knew that Fang Xian before him was no ordinary person, and his vigilance reached its peak.
"Attack together! Kill him!"
Zhu Tianhong roared, unleashing his spiritual power without reservation. The immense power surged like a raging tsunami, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding space.
His hands moved rapidly, forming a series of hand seals. A jet-black spear, inscribed with strange runes, materialized out of thin air, its tip gleaming with a chilling light.
Under his leadership, the Tribulation Transcending stage experts unleashed their magical weapons, and for a moment, various lights crisscrossed and intertwined.
Some unleashed ice swords radiating a chilling blue aura, frost forming around their blades and freezing the air in their wake.
Others summoned blazing wheels of fire, spinning rapidly and crushing towards Fang Xian with devastating force.
The Nascent Soul stage experts were not to be outdone. They formed sword formations, their sword energy crisscrossing, unleashing beams of spiritual energy like a torrential downpour towards Fang Xian.
This powerful wave of attack instantly engulfed Fang Xian. The massive energy collision produced a deafening roar, the ground trembled violently, and the tavern was instantly reduced to ruins. Bricks and tiles were swept high into the air by the powerful air currents before falling back down.
However, amidst this overwhelming attack, Fang Xian remained remarkably calm.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering in the wind, a faint disdain in his eyes.
Faced with the surging attacks, he neither dodged nor evaded, but a faint golden light slowly rose around him, forming an unbreakable shield.
The seemingly powerful attacks struck the shield, vanishing without a trace, like mud sinking into the sea, without even causing a ripple, and inflicting no harm whatsoever.
Everyone was astonished by this, especially Zhu Tianhong, who was now filled with regret.
But he knew the feud was already set in stone, and there was no turning back.
For now, his only option was to stall Fang Xian while he went back to get reinforcements.
Zhu Tianhong looked at his disciples, knowing he could only send them to buy time, and then shouted:
"Everyone, unleash all your magical treasures! We must kill this man!"
Although the disciples were somewhat intimidated, they obediently unleashed their various magical treasures, attacking Fang Xian.
In an instant, various magical treasures shone brightly, powerful spiritual energy surged, bricks and stones flew, and dust billowed.
Fang Xian, however, seemed to stroll leisurely. Facing the overwhelming attack, he remained calm and composed, his figure moving like a ghost through the enemy ranks.
Each raised hand was accompanied by a dazzling flash of light; each step fell, and a master fell dead.
His movements were fluid and graceful, as if he were not engaged in a life-or-death battle, but performing a magnificent dance.
In just a few moments, all the masters of the Xiaotian Sect lay dead in pools of blood.
Zhu Tianhong, upon receiving the order, did not hesitate for a moment and immediately fled.
He thought that the speed of a Mahayana cultivator would make escape easy, but his opponent was Fang Xian; he was destined to die.
After clearing out the minions, Fang Xian took a step forward and intercepted Zhu Tianhong.
Before Zhu Tianhong could react, Fang Xian gently placed a palm on his chest.
His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, lifeless.
Zhu Tianhong's primordial spirit left his body, frantically flying towards the Xiaotian Sect's territory.
"Elder Tianqiong, save me!"
His voice had barely left his lips when Fang Xian grabbed him with a large hand and gently squeezed.
"Bang!"
Zhu Tianhong's primordial spirit instantly dissipated; he was utterly dead.
The surrounding cultivators witnessed this shocking scene, all stunned into silence.
They couldn't believe their eyes. A Mahayana stage expert, leading numerous Tribulation Transcending and Nascent Soul stage masters, had been instantly killed by this mysterious Fang Xian in such a short time.
For a moment, the entire street was deathly silent.
Luo Hongxia and Li Muwan, one a Nascent Soul stage cultivator and the other a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, had long since avoided the battlefield.
Seeing Fang Xian effortlessly annihilate several Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators, over ten Nascent Soul stage cultivators, and one Mahayana stage expert, they were incredibly excited.
In this fantasy world, strength reigns supreme.
How could they not be happy that such a powerful Fang Xian was their husband?
Fang Xian collected their "storage bags" and placed them all into his "system warehouse."
Just then, two streaks of light flew in like lightning from the direction of the Howling Sky Sect, landing instantly on the ravaged hotel.
The newcomers were none other than the person Zhu Tianhong had last called out to, the most powerful elder of the Howling Sky Sect
—Elder Tianqiong.
Accompanying Elder Tianqiong was her younger sister.
—Elder Tianlan.
Both women were graceful and beautiful, yet their faces carried an icy chill.
Elder Tianqiong stared at Fang Xian with her beautiful eyes, her voice frigid.
"You
—deserve to die."