Chasing and Killing Fang Jian Xing!

"Young Master Fang, your punching bag is here. Why are you running?"

Chu Feng's low voice was like a devil's whisper.

Fang Jian Xing ignored him, showing no intention of stopping.

He was extremely anxious, "This is impossible! He was just a Skin Grinding Warrior a few days ago, why is he so terrifying now?"

The two fled and chased, gradually entering the deepest part of the Fang Family mansion.

Fang Jian Xing's steps were light, as nimble as a swallow, clearly indicating he was using a profound movement technique.

Watching Fang Jian Xing's footsteps quicken, Chu Feng couldn't help but frown.

He hadn't cultivated any movement martial skills and could only keep up with Fang Jian Xing through his body's powerful explosive force.

Having been a servant in the Fang Family for many years, Chu Feng naturally knew the direction Fang Jian Xing was fleeing towards was the secret chamber where the Fang Family Patriarch was in seclusion.

That old man was a Body Tempering Master. He hadn't appeared since going into seclusion a year ago.

Chu Feng couldn't judge the strength of a Bone Forging Realm warrior, so he had to kill Fang Jian Xing before the two met!

With that thought, Chu Feng no longer hesitated and began to unleash his body's power without reservation. His muscles bulged beneath his clothes, the Vajra Mingwang sat atop the Kui Niu, and his blue tendons transformed into a colorful kasaya draped over him.

Suddenly, his speed increased significantly. There was no technique involved, only the explosive power of his formidable physique.

With every step he took, a bluestone slab shattered.

"Young Master Fang, let me once again experience your profound martial arts!"

Chu Feng's words were like the grim reaper's call, making Fang Jian Xing's heart tremble.

He glanced back and saw that the distance between them had shrunk to fifty paces. He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Such terrifying physical strength! My Soaring Swallow Body Technique has already reached great accomplishment, yet I can't shake off someone running on brute force!"

Then, Fang Jian Xing looked up at the Fang Family's secret chamber, which was now close at hand, and felt a slight sense of relief.

"Father is in seclusion in the secret chamber. With such a commotion, he must have sensed it already..."

"The secret chamber is entirely built with Dragon-Slaying Stone, which is incredibly hard. Even a Bone Forging Realm warrior can't do anything to it. As long as I can get inside, or if Father comes out, I'll be absolutely safe."

Thinking this, Fang Jian Xing looked back at Chu Feng and said venomously, "You mongrel, once I get through this ordeal, I will grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes, leaving you with no place to be buried!"

"Survive this first!" Chu Feng sneered.

As they spoke, they were still five paces apart, but the ten-foot-long Mò Dāo was enough to bridge that distance.

Chu Feng unleashed his full strength. The Mò Dāo in his hand moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying an incredibly violent force as it swept towards Fang Jian Xing's waist!

The air let out a sharp sonic boom, as if space itself had been split open.

The powerful and swift attack made Fang Jian Xing tremble all over.

A strong survival instinct pushed him beyond his limits. The bottleneck of the Soaring Swallow Body Technique loosened, and his speed increased substantially, allowing him to narrowly dodge the tip of the blade.

However, he was still grazed on the waist, and wisps of blood trickled out, soaking most of his clothes into a blood-red color.

Looking at the secret chamber door, still a hundred paces away, Fang Jian Xing showed a desperate desire to live and shouted loudly, "Father, save me!"

But Chu Feng gave him no chance. The Mò Dāo in his hand swung faster. Fang Jian Xing could only stop and desperately dodge.

At this moment, he was drenched in sweat. His hair crown had fallen to the ground at some point, his clothes were disheveled, and his hair was messy. He was no longer the elegant young master he once was.

Now, he was just a dog begging for his life!

"Who dares to cause trouble in my Fang Family?"

Suddenly, a deep voice emerged from within the secret chamber.

The powerful and domineering voice exploded like a lion's roar, spreading out in ripples through the air, causing the courtyard trees to sway and petals and fallen leaves to rustle down.

"Die for me!"

Chu Feng ignored it. His killing intent was fierce. Today, even if the King of Heaven descended, this guy would have to die!

He raised the Mò Dāo high in his hand. The blade was like a sky-splitting divine axe, cutting through the air as it slashed down!

"Stop!"

The secret chamber door suddenly opened, and an old man with white hair and beard approached like lightning.

However, he was still too far away to stop this fatal blow. He casually broke off a branch and used his internal force to propel it towards Chu Feng.

"Whoosh..."

The flexible leaf, in the old man's hand, generated an incredibly violent force. Wherever it passed, the air tore, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Chu Feng's expression became solemn. The Mò Dāo in his hand did not waver in the slightest as he unleashed his body's ultimate strength.

His clothes burst apart, his 639 muscles swelled, and the tendons on his body coiled like dragons.

The Vajra Mingwang glared with angry eyes, fangs bared, as if about to emerge from his physical body!

The Kui Niu's Hide let out a roar towards the sky, and faint thunder rumbled between heaven and earth.

Chu Feng showed his resolve with his actions.

Today, Fang Jian Xing will die!

"Clang!"

The emerald green leaves accurately struck Chu Feng's Mò Dāo, but their fragile material instantly turned to dust upon contact.

Chu Feng's strength was too ferocious. This move, "Splitting the Mountain," unleashed the maximum power his body could withstand, approaching seventy thousand jin.

Even though the leaves had blocked him for a moment, they only slightly altered his direction.

The Mò Dāo still descended with thunderous force, grazing Fang Jian Xing's arm.

In an instant, flesh and blood were mangled, and blood and severed limbs splattered.

Chu Feng didn't even look at the result. After one strike, he drew his saber and left without looking back.

Chu Feng recognized this tall old man; he was the Fang Family Patriarch, a Body Tempering Realm expert, Fang Hanshan.

Body Tempering Realm martial artists were truly terrifying. With just a single leaf, they had nearly blocked his thunderous strike. If they were to fight head-on, Chu Feng wouldn't have a sure victory.

He was in his prime, in the flush of youth. There was no need to clash head-on with an old man whose body was already half in the grave!

"When I cultivate to the Bone Forging Realm, whether Fang Jian Xing is dead or not will be a matter of one extra strike, at most. There's no need to fight to the death now."

Chu Feng's mind was clear. He wasn't controlled by the desire for slaughter and made the decision most beneficial to him.

"You brat! Insolent!" Fang Hanshan watched Chu Feng, who was rapidly retreating, filled with rage.

He had thought that by plucking flowers and flinging leaves, he could easily block Chu Feng's Mò Dāo. He hadn't expected this person's strength to be so terrifying, likely already seventy thousand jin.

The branches and leaves shot out with full force, only slightly deflecting the Mò Dāo's direction, and still failed to safely protect his beloved son!

Fang Hanshan wanted to pursue, but seeing his son lying on the ground, his life or death uncertain, he could only stop to check his injuries.

"Fa... Father..."

At this moment, Fang Jian Xing's right arm had already been reduced to fragmented remains. Half of his body was mangled, and he was incredibly weak.

Fang Hanshan picked up Fang Jian Xing and only then discovered that not only was his son's right arm gone, but his entire right side's ribs had been shattered by the ferocious saber wind.

Many bone fragments had pierced his internal organs. The fact that he could still breathe was solely due to the powerful life force of a martial artist.

"Xing'er, don't speak. Quickly take this Life-Extending Golden Pill..."

Fang Hanshan had injured his body while practicing martial arts in his youth. It wasn't until he was nearly sixty that he had Fang Jian Xing through various means.

He had doted on his son from birth, fearing to drop him and afraid to melt him, giving him whatever he desired. Thus, Fang Jian Xing had developed an arrogant and domineering personality from a young age.

Now, seeing his once vibrant son lying there, on the verge of death, Fang Hanshan was naturally filled with grief.

Fang Jian Xing's internal organs were already shattered. The Life-Extending Golden Pill was useless.

"Fa... Father, you must avenge me. I hate this!"

His bloody hand tightly gripped Fang Hanshan's collar, his eyes filled with unwillingness!

If he could go back in time, he would have crushed that lowly servant first.

But there was no "if"...

"Good... Good, I understand. Xing'er, wait for me on the road to the Yellow Springs. I will definitely make that damned servant, along with all his friends and family, accompany you..."

Martial artists have vigorous life forces, especially Fang Jian Xing, who had taken the Life-Extending Golden Pill. The immense medicinal power stimulated his life force to erupt, but it could not repair the injuries to his internal organs.

Fang Jian Xing fell into a painful cycle worse than death, enveloped by boundless agony...

His life was beyond saving. Fang Hanshan couldn't bear to see his son suffer any longer and struck Fang Jian Xing's forehead with his palm, severing his life force.

He closed his palm over his son's unseeing eyes and wept tears of blood.

To cultivate Fang Jian Xing's martial arts, he had recruited human punching bags every year. When one batch died, he would get new ones.

There were countless lowly commoners in the world, inexhaustible and endless. It was merely a matter of spending some silver. His Fang Family was prosperous; such losses were nothing.

Yet, he never expected that this lowly punching bag would kill his most beloved son.

"I will find you, skin you, and dismember you, sending you to accompany my son!"

"Ah!"

Fang Hanshan roared at the sky, his powerful aura like beacon smoke, soaring straight into the heavens.

The long howl transformed into a tangible sound wave, shaking the trees in the courtyard, causing stones on the rockery to crack and fall into the lake, splashing water