“Dammit….”

　　Lei Jiu didn’t dare to face Fang Xing’s apex skill directly and could only let out an angry growl while temporarily keeping his distance.. More and more people continued to arrive around him as well, and he didn’t dare to focus on fighting Fang Xing out of concern of being attacked from the back. He’d realized by now that Fang Xing was simply too vicious and that apex skill definitely wasn’t normal; if he were to take that attack directly, even if he ended up surviving he’d still be heavily wounded. The worst outcome for the situation right now was both of them heavily wounding each other, which would cause him to lose control of the situation. Of course, what he didn’t know was that the people joining the fray were inwardly cursing in their minds. Didn’t that little bastard say he was about to kill Lei Jiu? Then why did he look so healthy and well without any injuries at all?

　　“Little demon, for daring to trigger a mass rebellion, your crimes cannot be forgiven. I shall extinguish your soul and seal it at the bottom of Blackwater Lake for all eternity…!” Lei Jiu yelled out before dodging back to avoid Fang Xing’s apex skill and moving forward to attack. The situation had become truly chaotic and he realized the only solution was to kill this little demon who’d started it all to subdue these cultivators.

　　Swoosh ….

　　At that moment, someone riding atop a Dragon Horse and wielding a long lance suddenly rushed up behind Lei Jiu. A terrifying blue aura wrapped around him before he thrust his lance straight towards Lei Jiu’s back with enough murderous intent to awe the heavens—he was nearly more ferocious than even Fang Xing.

　　” Han Ying ¹ , do you really think putting that veil on your face would keep me from recognizing you?” Lei Jiu shouted in anger before retreating and crossing both of his fists to block the attack.

　　BOOM !

　　Both his arms blocked the long lance and caused the blue aura to disperse, but the long lance continue to push forward until it pierced a body hole in his chest. Fresh blood spewed all over into the sky, and Fang Xing took the opportunity to push his Yin Yang Sanding Disc into Lei Jiu from behind, who let out another angered howl before sharply turning his palm towards the grindstone. Lightning sparks coiled on top of Lei Jiu’s palm with a terrifying power like a weapon belonging to god’s soldiers.

　　Rip ….

　　Sparks of lightning spread out when the Yin Yang Sanding Disc and Lei Jiu’s fist collided, and it was actually enough to halt the grindstone for a moment. Fang Xing pushed it further, and soon Lei Jiu’s right fist all the way down his entire right arm was utterly minced, causing flesh to splatter and fresh blood to splash out. Using the brief delay gained from his arm’s destruction, Lei Jiu loudly growled before turning into a purple flash of lightning and fleeing into the distance.

　　Although Lei Jiu was the most powerful person serving under Huangfu’s young master, he would not dare to stay in battle to receive the combined assault from the little demon Fang Xing and Han Ying of the western deserts. He decided to flee and activated his Evasive Lightning, causing his entire being to become like a real lightning bolt to travel a thousand miles in only a few breaths. After only a few flashes, he was nearly outside the area covered by the black smog, but there were already plenty of people in the vast sky who’d been eyeing him for a long time….

　　“Hehe, the reason I haven’t attacked yet is because I’ve been waiting for you….” Within the black smog, a golden-winged Peng bird as large as a small mountain appeared with unparalleled might and swept its wings out towards the thunderous light.

　　Rumble !

　　The force of the Peng King attacking while surrounded in the black smog was even more astonishing and was so great it seemed it could topple a mountain. The thunderous light of Lei Jiu was instantly engulfed in the force, and he let out another growl before reappearing and glaring at the Peng King with rage. “It’s you, it’s actually you! The Peng King, you feathered livestock, did our Nine Song’s great ancestor not kill you back then?”

　　The Peng King let out a dreadful laugh and swept his wings towards Lei Jiu once more. “Hehe, the day all my powers return will be the day you losers of the Eight Bewitched Followers are annihilated….”

　　“You all want to rebel? Are you not afraid all your clans will be exterminated?” Lei Jiu knew it would be difficult to escape and raised himself to his full height with great effort. The thunderous light enveloped him once more and he began using his secret spells to try to recover from his wounds.

　　“Exterminate your uncle!” Fang Xing didn’t give Lei Jiu any time to breathe; he let out a loud shout and rushed forward before slamming the Phoenix-Fear Guqin towards Lei Jiu.

　　With a few swish noises, someone else rushed in front without a single sound and attacked as well. It was the western deserts’ Han Ying, and his lance covered in a blue aura was like a poisonous dragon as it flew through the air and thrust towards Lei Jiu’s chest with unmatched viciousness.

　　“Seems dogs that don’t bark really do bite…” Fang Xing sighed out. Although this Han Ying was one of the western deserts’ top elites, he was much stronger than Yuan Shenglian or Hahn Longzi.

　　“The day has finally come for you, Lei Jiu,” a youthful cultivator suddenly shouting through clenched teeth while dashing towards Lei Jiu. “You killed my fourth uncle in front of all my clansmen, all because he merely said a disrespectful remark towards the Huangfu clan after having some drink. You were so powerful then, but today you will be turned into minced meat…” The hatred within him was so great it seemed to reach towards the heavens. Fang Xing reflexively opened a path for this youth, and the youth even said “thank you” in passing.

　　As the Huangfu clan’s lackey, there was no doubt Lei Jiu had dritied his hands with many sordid things the Huangfu clan wouldn’t do personally itself.

　　“Lei Jiu! Why is it the Black Iron mines our sect relied upon for our livelihood were taken by the Huangfu clan with a single sheet of paper? The person who came to announce the order was you, right? Have you ever imagined a day like this?”

　　“Lei Jiu…. Dammit, I hate the Black Swamp Tribe, but you’re all a part of the Eight Bewitched Followers so I’ll just kill you instead!”

　　Some more came forward to attack Lei Jiu.

　　“Oi, Shidi, what are you doing? We don’t have any enmity towards the Eight Bewitched Followers….”

　　“Hehe, that is Lei Jiu we’re talking about, the lackey of the Huangfu clan! Even if I can’t kill him, how awesome would it feel just to give a stab or two?”

　　“…”

　　Not only was everything going to be pinned on Fang Xing’s name, the cultivators were disguised and hidden inside the black cloud as well—even if they were to attack, no one would know who they were, making this the perfect chance to vent their enmity, get revenge, or even just for the sake of it.

　　Fang Xing was actually jostled out of the battle and simply didn’t attack anymore; all he did was have the Peng King keep an eye on it all to ensure Lei Jiu didn’t manage to escape. “Seems the Huangfu clan’s position isn’t as solid as it appears…” Fang Xing muttered to himself while watching the enraged cultivators attacking Lei Jiu. To be honest, the viciousness these people displayed was much greater than he’d anticipated.

　　“Hmph, although it seemed like they were only fighting against us beast tribes during the Beast Exhausting Battle three thousand years ago, the truth is they were using it as an excuse to clean up a lot of the forces that didn’t want to join under their banner in Jambu. Besides, they didn’t originally have any land of their own when they left the continent of Videha to come to Jambu, yet now they’ve become the so-called ‘hidden royalty’ and taken countless spirit mines, resources, and forces for their own disciples to use. They’re even raising such great powers as the Eight Bewitched Followers; you don’t really think they got all of the necessary resources from the heavens?” Before Fang Xing had known it, the Peng King had drawn close to him and explained the reasons with a cold smile.

　　Fang Xing snickered. “In that case, what’s the difference between the Huangfu clan’s methods and my own?”

　　The Peng King smirked. “There is a difference of course: one is condemned, the other is quietly accepted. That is the difference!”

　　Fang Xing snickered when he heard this. He looked to the golden crow who was loudly goading the groups of cultivators fighting Lei Jiu and said, “Come back, Goldy. Let’s sort out those bastards who wanted to take advantage of me earlier!”

　　Lei Jiu’s death was already set in stone, and it was unlikely there’d be any unforeseen problems with the Peng King overseeing things, so Fang Xing and the golden crow both dashed into the depths of the black smog.

　　At the moment, Prince Chu Huang, the King of Hell, the remaining three monsters of the north, and those who’d wanted to kill Fang Xing were still engulfed in the black smog and caught up with the beast spirits. They were unable to escape and were quite bitter in their hearts; they’d originally had the upper hand and were kicking Fang Xing while he was down, but the situation had suddenly taken a sharp turn for the worst. Although they’d come to take advantage of the chaos for their own gain, the situation had reversed and they were being encircled and attacked instead and they couldn’t flee even if they wanted to thanks to the numerous beast spirits surrounding them.

　　“Old ghost head, did it feel good back then when you surrounded me and tried to kill me?” Fang Xing laughed before dashing towards a Ghost cultivator who was embroiled with dozens of beast spirits. This person was the King of Hell from the southern borders, and although he’d been heavily wounded after receiving several of Fang Xing’s blows, his greed had caused him to remain. The continued attacks from the beast spirits had burned out all of his stamina and he couldn’t escape even if he tried.

　　Sensing the murderous intent from Fang Xing, the King of Hell instantly started to beg for his life. “Ahh… fellow Daoist Fang, please spare my life. I am willing to become your soldier to help you take the Sword Mound….”

　　“Hmph, anyone interested in the Sword Embryos will become my soldier today; do I have any shortage of people like you?” Fang Xing sneered before dashing towards him. He waved his large stick and bashed everything in his path, and in less than half a dozen strikes the King of Hell was killed and his storage sack taken. The King of Hell’s body was then swept away by the black smog to become one of the blood sacrifices for the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits.

　　“I’m here to collect your corpses, little dwarves….” Fang loudly laughed and swung his palm down, killing the remaining three little monsters. He roamed the battlefield like a demonic god, and everywhere he went, those who’d tried to kill him earlier were all left dead.

　　“Mm? That bastard wants to flee?” A golden shine could be seen moving through the black smog like a gold snake at an incredibly fast speed. Three young dragons were chasing after it and over a dozen werebeasts trying to stop it, yet even this seemingly inescapable net wasn’t enough—the golden shine was like a fish swimming past everything to get closer to the black smog’s boundary and escape to freedom.

　　Woosh !

　　The golden crow let out a loud shout and flapped his wings towards the golden shine. The shine’s speed was even faster than lightning, but Fang Xing from atop the golden crow’s back. “You want to escape? You’re dreaming….”

　　A punch was sent forward, and the force rumbled towards the golden shine’s back.