Chasing Fang Jian Xing!

"Young Master Fang, your human punching bag has arrived. Why are you running?"

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

Fang Jian Xing turned a deaf ear to him, showing no intention of stopping.

He was frantic inside. This is impossible! A few days ago, he was only a Skin Grinding Warrior. Why is he so terrifying now?

One fled while the other gave chase, and gradually they plunged deep into the innermost reaches of the Fang residence.

Fang Jian Xing's steps were light, his body as nimble as a swallow's. Anyone could tell at a glance that he was using an advanced movement technique.

Watching Fang Jian Xing's footsteps grow faster and faster, Chu Feng unconsciously furrowed his brows.

He had never cultivated any movement martial techniques. The only reason he could keep up with Fang Jian Xing was the explosive power of his formidable physique.

Having been a slave in the Fang household for many years, Chu Feng naturally knew that Fang Jian Xing was fleeing toward the secret chamber where the Fang family head was secluded in cultivation.

That old man was a Body Tempering Master. Ever since he entered seclusion a year ago, he had never appeared again.

Chu Feng could not judge the strength of a Bone Forging Realm martial artist. Therefore, before the two could meet up, he had to butcher Fang Jian Xing first!

With that thought, Chu Feng stopped holding back and began unleashing the full power of his body. The muscles beneath his clothes bulged high. Vajra Mingwang sat cross-legged atop Kui Niu's back, while his azure tendons transformed into a resplendent kasaya draped over him.

In an instant, his speed surged by a large margin. There was no technique involved at all—he relied entirely on the explosive power of his mighty physique.

Every step he took shattered a bluestone slab.

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

Chu Feng's words were like the death god urging a soul to the grave, making Fang Jian Xing's heart tremble.

He glanced back and saw that the distance between them had already shrunk to fifty paces. He could not help cursing inwardly.

What terrifying physical strength! I've already cultivated the Soaring Swallow Body Technique to Great Accomplishment, yet I still can't shake off a brute who only knows how to run by force!

Then Fang Jian Xing raised his head and glanced at the Fang family's secret chamber, now close at hand, and felt slightly relieved.

Father is cultivating in seclusion inside the secret chamber. With such a great commotion, perhaps he has already sensed it...

The entire secret chamber was built from Dragon-Severing Stones. It was incomparably sturdy—even a Bone Forging Realm martial artist could do nothing to it. As long as I could get inside, or Father came out of seclusion, I'd be completely safe.

Thinking this, Fang Jian Xing looked back at Chu Feng and said venomously,

"Bastard, once I survive this calamity, I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes, leaving you no place to be buried!"

"You can say that after you survive!" Chu Feng sneered.

As they spoke, there were still five paces between them, but the one-zhang-long Mò Dāo was enough to make up that distance.

Chu Feng unleashed the strength of his entire body. The Mò Dāo in his hand surged forth like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, carrying incomparably violent force as it swept toward Fang Jian Xing's waist!

The air shrieked with a sharp sonic boom. At that moment, space itself seemed to be cleaved apart.

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

His overwhelming desire to live forced him past his limits. The bottleneck of the Soaring Swallow Body Technique loosened, and his speed surged dramatically as he narrowly dodged the blade's tip.

Yet the blade still grazed his waist. Threads of blood welled up, soaking most of his clothes a lurid crimson.

Looking at the secret chamber's door, still a hundred paces away, Fang Jian Xing revealed his longing for life and shouted,

"Father, save me!"

But Chu Feng gave him no chance. The Mò Dāo in his hand swung even faster, forcing Fang Jian Xing to stop and desperately dodge.

By now, he was drenched in sweat. At some point, his hair crown had been swept to the ground. His clothes were disheveled and his hair hung loose, utterly unlike the elegant young master he had once been.

Now, he was merely a dog struggling to stay alive!

"Who dares to run wild in my Fang family's residence?"

Suddenly, a deep voice rang out from within the secret chamber.

The powerful, domineering voice exploded like a lion's roar, spreading through the air in concentric ripples. The trees in the courtyard swayed violently, while flower petals and fallen leaves rustled down.

"Die!"

Chu Feng ignored him. His killing intent was chilling. Even if the Celestial King himself came today, this man still had to die!

The Mò Dāo in his hand rose high. Like a divine ax splitting open the heavens, it tore through the air and cleaved down!

"Stop!"

The secret chamber's door suddenly opened, and a white-haired old man rushed over like lightning.

But he was still too far away to stop this killing blow. He could only casually snap off a leaf, infuse it with his force, and shoot it toward Chu Feng.

"Whoosh..."

The supple leaf produced an incomparably violent force in the old man's hand. Wherever it passed, the air split apart with a sharp whistle.

Chu Feng's expression turned solemn, but the Mò Dāo in his hand did not tremble in the slightest as he unleashed the utmost strength his body could bear.

His clothes burst apart. All 639 muscles across his body swelled, while the tendons covering his skin coiled like horned dragons.

Vajra Mingwang glared with furious brows, eyes bulging and fangs bared, as if he were about to step out of Chu Feng's flesh!

Kui Niu's Hide roared toward the heavens, and faint peals of thunder seemed to emerge between heaven and earth.

Chu Feng expressed his resolve through action.

Today, Fang Jian Xing would die!

"Clang!"

The emerald leaf struck Chu Feng's Mò Dāo precisely, but its fragile material turned to powder the instant they came into contact.

Chu Feng's strength was far too violent. With this strike, Splitting Mount Hua, he had unleashed the utmost force his body could withstand—nearly seventy thousand jin.

Although the leaf had blocked it for a moment, it had only slightly deflected the direction of the blow.

The Mò Dāo still descended with the force of thunder, slicing down past Fang Jian Xing's arm.

In an instant, flesh and blood became a mangled mess, while blood and a severed arm flew through the air.

Chu Feng did not even look at the result. After striking, he withdrew his blade and left without turning his head.

Chu Feng knew this tall old man. He was none other than the Fang family head, the Body Tempering Realm expert Fang Hanshan.

A Body Tempering Realm martial artist was indeed terrifying. With only a single leaf, he had nearly blocked Chu Feng's thunderous strike. If they fought head-on, Chu Feng had no certainty of victory.

He was in the prime of his youth and vigor. There was no need to fight desperately against an old man with one foot already in the grave!

"Once I cultivate to the Bone Forging Realm, whether Fang Jian Xing is dead or not, it'll be nothing more than the difference between one slash and two. There's no need to fight to the death now."

Chu Feng's mind was clear. He had not been controlled by the desire to kill and had made the decision most beneficial to himself.

"Brat! Damn you!" Fang Hanshan watched Chu Feng rapidly disappear into the distance, furious beyond measure.

He had thought that plucking flowers and sending leaves flying would easily block Chu Feng's Mò Dāo, but he had never expected this man's strength to be so terrifying. He likely possessed nearly seventy thousand jin of force.

The branch he had shot with all his strength had only slightly deflected the Mò Dāo's direction. It had still failed to protect his beloved son completely!

Fang Hanshan had intended to pursue him, but seeing his son lying on the ground, his life and death unknown, he could only stop and examine his injuries first.

"Fa... Father..."

At this moment, Fang Jian Xing's right arm had been reduced to fragments. Half of his body was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, and his entire being was incomparably weak.

Fang Hanshan picked up Fang Jian Xing, only then discovering that not only was his son's right arm gone, all the ribs on his right side had also been shattered by the violent blade wind.

Many broken bones had pierced through his internal organs. The fact that he could still draw breath was entirely due to a martial artist's powerful vitality barely holding him together.

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

Fang Hanshan had injured his body practicing martial arts when he was young. He had only managed to have Fang Jian Xing as a son through countless methods when he was nearly sixty.

Since childhood, he had been treated like a treasure held in the hand lest it fall, and candy held in the mouth lest it melt. He had been given everything he wanted, and thus developed an arrogant and domineering temperament from a young age.

Now, seeing his son—once vigorous as a dragon and lively as a tiger—reduced to a thread of life, Fang Hanshan was naturally overcome with grief.

Fang Jian Xing's internal organs had long since been shattered beyond repair. The Life-Extending Golden Pill was completely useless.

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

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

If he could return to the past, he would definitely have crushed that lowly slave to death first.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs...

"Good... Good, I understand. Xing'er, wait for me on the road to the Yellow Springs. I'll definitely send that damned slave, along with all his relatives and friends, to accompany you..."

A martial artist's vitality was vigorous, and Fang Jian Xing had even taken a Life-Extending Golden Pill. The enormous medicinal power stimulated his vitality, making it surge forth, but it could not repair the injuries to his internal organs.

Fang Jian Xing fell into a painful cycle worse than death, boundless agony enveloping him...

His life could no longer be saved. Unable to bear watching his son suffer any longer, Fang Hanshan struck Fang Jian Xing's forehead with his palm and severed his life force.

After closing the eyes that refused to accept death, Fang Hanshan wept bitterly.

To nurture Fang Jian Xing's martial path, he recruited human punching bags every year. When one batch died, he replaced them with a new batch.

The world was full of lowly commoners, as numerous as hairs on a cow, inexhaustible and endlessly replenishable. It only cost a little more silver. His Fang family possessed vast wealth and influence, so this minor loss was nothing.

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

"I'll definitely find you, flay you and draw out your tendons, and send you to accompany my son!"

"Ah!"

Fang Hanshan threw back his head and roared furiously. His powerful aura surged into the sky like beacon smoke.

The long roar transformed into tangible sound waves, shaking the trees in the courtyard. Broken stones on the artificial mountain cracked apart and fell into the lake, splashing up wave after wave...