Monarch Night

But, a long defense will eventually fail.

Finally…

The last ray of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon.

The night curtain slowly descended, inch by inch driving away the dusk.

With a loud clang, even the air trembled.

The sword viciously clashed, and with a whoosh, Fang Che's sword flew out of his hand.

Staggering back, leaving his center wide open.

Old Xia sneered, without a moment's pause, and directly thrust a knife toward Fang Che's chest.

The battle was over.

This Steward Fang, though a genius, still couldn't surpass this kind of high-level battle.

Right at this moment, when Old Xia was at his proudest.

"Roar!"

A deep roar, as if an ancient Demon God suddenly appeared.

Fang Che's eyes opened wide as a surge of overwhelming Evil Qi erupted from within.

At the same time, a knife mysteriously appeared in his hand.

The torrent of Evil Qi swept toward Old Xia, enveloping him tightly.

This was an absolute surprise! The opponent's sword had clearly flown out of his hand, and at this grave disadvantage, he suddenly manifested such astounding Evil Qi!

Old Xia's triumphant expression instantly froze, as the furious rush of Evil Qi overwhelmed him, leaving his mind momentarily chilled.

A chill rose from his tailbone, as if countless demons appeared before him, and it seemed that all those he had killed over the years turned into ghosts, demanding his life!

In an instant, caught off guard, his mind was seized!

He desperately waved his knife, desperately retreated.

He knew, this was Soul Stealing by Evil Qi, his mind was in chaos, but if he could just manage to retreat, he could counterattack.

Because the opponent's true strength was definitely beneath his own!

But he had no chance.

Fang Che's cold voice rang in his ears.

"Hentian no eye! Hentian no sound! Hentian no heart! Hentian no feeling!"

With a thunderous roar, the blaze of the knife erupted, riding the gale of Evil Qi as if the gates of Hell had opened, unleashing ten thousand ghosts.

Fang Che, pushing his entire Spiritual Power to the extreme, with Marshal Level Third Grade power, unleashed the first four forms of Hentian Heavenly Thierteenth form at peak force!

The hatred in his heart had been driven to the extreme!

In a dim cemetery, endless glimmering knives flickered like demons winking.

A piercing, desperate scream echoed.

Old Xia desperately fought back, parrying but failing, first his left hand was struck, and fell; from that moment on, the momentum was lost, his body trembling, screaming in pain, his body ensnared in a rainstorm of knife light, repeatedly struck by the knife.

Blood splattered, chest.

Shoulders.

Left leg, right leg, back, abdomen…

Blood sprayed wildly, pieces of flesh flying like a slow dismemberment.

"Kill!"

Fang Che roared violently, shoulder slamming hard into the opponent's chest.

With a boom, Old Xia was sent flying, crashing into Ren Chang's tombstone, barely clinging to life.

Both hands and feet were already gone.

Across.

Fang Che tottered back seventeen or eighteen steps, his face, shoulders, chest, and abdomen all were slashed, and thick blood continuously spurted from his mouth.

He breathed heavily, but did not fall.

Instead, the moment he retreated he flashed forward with the knife.

Seeing Old Xia now handless and footless, barely clinging to life, he finally felt at ease.

The knife dropped down, supported by the ground, his body trembled, hanging his head, he was too exhausted to even lift his head, he rasped in the harshest tone, "Steward Zhao, how are you!?"

Zhao Ying'er had taken the Dan Yun Divine Pill, her injuries slowly recovering, but her own strike was exceedingly ruthless, injuring her heart vein. Now she still couldn't move, weakly said, "I... I seem to be okay now..."

Fang Che's heart finally settled, breathing heavily.

He felt the lingering power of the Dan Yun Divine Pill slowly repairing his body.

Finally, limping, he turned and moved his body, walking over to Old Xia.

Old Xia was not yet dead, his eyes wide, looking at Fang Che, filled with disbelief and despair, "How is that possible... how is it possible..."

"How is it possible!"

Fang Che gritted his teeth and said, smashing the back of his knife onto Old Xia's arm's wound.

Old Xia let out a long, desperate scream, a sound of agony.

Bam bam bam!...

Fang Che breathlessly dragged Old Xia's mutilated body onto a large rock.

Then, he stuffed a few regular Healing Pills into Old Xia's mouth.

Propping the big rock with the back of his steel knife, he smashed it inch by inch against the cracked bone of the wound!

"We're all in this world... you bastard, don't you faint!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Fang Che repeatedly smashed with the back of his knife. Old Xia's screams no longer sounded human, a state between life and death.

Finally, when he fainted, the next moment the pain woke him up again.

"You can scream, but don't faint!"

Fang Che panted heavily, overexerted, still feeling dizzy, but he persisted, methodically hammering away.

With a cold chuckle, he said, "Dare to make trouble in the Heroic Spirit Cemetery, I'll let the brothers in arms and predecessors see a good show!"

"See how this little demon is tormented by me!"

"Everyone, I'll avenge you!"

If it were elsewhere, Fang Che would at most cut off a head. But the opponent chose to attack and murder at the Heroic Spirit Cemetery, Fang Che couldn't accept it at all. Furious to the extreme!

This is to let the departed Heroic Spirits watch their comrades being killed and be powerless? Such actions, such intentions, must be dismembered!

Fang Che gasped, furiously hammering down with the back of his knife, so meticulously reducing Old Xia's limbs inch by inch into dust!

Old Xia's scream was already gone, he couldn't even kill himself.

"Don't bite your tongue... can't die... we all know that's impossible... don't be so childish, or you can keep your tongue to curse me a bit..."

Fang Che crazily smashed!

"I don't blame you for attacking us! But why did you come to desecrate the cemetery!"

"What's your name?" Old Xia had already fainted over.

Fang Che woke him with a smash of the knife, snarling, "What's your name?"

"His name is Old Xia. He sells wine, just said he's from the Mingguang Sect."

Zhao Ying'er spoke.

She forced herself upright, slowly moving over to help.

"Old Xia! Often when speaking harsh words, he said he'd turn you to dust! Do you know what becoming dust means? Today, I'll let you know!"

Fang Che smashed a knife's back on the shoulder, with a crack a bone shattered, "Do you know, not only will I make you regret it, but I'll also make your sect regret having a believer like you!"

"You damn bastard! You dare make trouble here!"

Fang Che gritted his teeth, furiously smashing with the back of the knife.

Old Xia continued to scream, curse, and later, begging for mercy: "Give me a swift death... a swift death..."

But Fang Che ignored him.

Inch by inch meticulously pounding, ignoring fatigue, continued until he finally smashed Old Xia's head!

A wisp of black mist rose and disappeared.

In the dark night, the White Mist rose in the Heroic Spirit Cemetery.

In the dense fog, swaying and bubbling, as if there were figures in Guardian Hall clothing, watching contentedly. Watching the enemy being tormented and slain.

In a trance, Fang Che seemed to see Ren Chang's face among them, the old man in new clothes, holding Kong Xiang's hands, smiling and watching!

"So good. It seems you old rascal, understand life better after death."

Fang Che couldn't help but reveal a warm smile, panting heavily, feeling Spiritual Power beginning to gather, injuries starting to heal, breathing gradually becoming steady.

Swaying, he stood up.

Turning, facing Ren Chang's tombstone, said, "Old Ren, another day has passed... I smashed this bastard to death before your grave, did you enjoy it?"

The thick fog drifted by, as if Ren Chang's smiling face flashed by.

Zhao Ying'er clutched her chest, slowly approaching, "Fang Che, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Fang Che turned and smiled.

"Your face?" Zhao Ying'er, heartbroken, looked at the wounds on Fang Che's face, her expression as if the sky had fallen.

"It's nothing, it'll heal in a few days."

Fang Che himself was indifferent, it was just a wound after all.

One can't help but admire the miraculous thought process of women, no other injury matters, as long as it's not on the face.

Even a small cut on the face can cause immediate collapse…

"Let's go."

Fang Che bowed to the countless tombstones, said to Zhao Ying'er.

"This... not clean it up?"

"No need to clean it up."

Fang Che said, "Let the predecessors see, this demon race exposed in the wilderness, isn't it quite satisfying?"

He flexed his body, felt no more great discomfort.

Because of the Dan Yun Divine Pill he consumed and continued fighting, the pill's medicinal power was used up, but he had not fully recovered.

Originally, taking another Dan Yun Divine Pill now would allow full recovery.

But Fang Che wasn't willing.

Such things are better kept for life-or-death situations.

Right now... aren't they just some wounds, with no broken bones, what to fear?

However, Zhao Ying'er thought more, considering such a miraculous pill that could save her from a certain death wound, Fang Che certainly didn't have many.

He gave one to her; perhaps he had none left.

Seeing him with so many wounds, yet not taking it?

She felt pain and said, "Wait a moment, let me bandage your wounds."

Fang Che was indifferent, "These wounds…"

But seeing Zhao Ying'er full of tears, he had to relent, "Alright, indeed, it needs some bandaging."

Zhao Ying'er carefully bandaged.

Fang Che felt uncomfortable all over, so he small talked, "This demon race is truly cruel, stabbing you in the chest."

Zhao Ying'er calmly said, "That wasn't him, I did it myself."

Puff!

Fang Che almost choked, "Why?"

"I am a woman. Some things, for a woman, are worse than death."

Zhao Ying'er's voice was calm, but her body lightly trembled, "With such a demon, my cultivation is too low, only Ninth general, almost no chance to even strike, to find a chance to commit suicide was already very lucky."

Fang Che remained silent.

After a long time, he fiercely said, "That cheap little demon! I should have smashed him a few more times!"

Pu ci!

Zhao Ying'er laughed through her tears, said, "You've already smashed him to powder, what more can you do? I've never smashed garlic at home like this."

Fang Che: "..."

Is garlic meant to be smashed?

I always crack it like sunflower seeds in my mouth…