"Instructing? Hahaha..."
When Gong Xing heard this, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Fang Han to ask this.
Immediately, the extreme fear on his face exploded like a ignited oil depot, transforming into a kind of hysterical madness and resentment.
"You actually think I was ordered by someone else?"
A hoarse and unpleasant laugh came from his throat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Fang Han, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into hell.
"I can't figure out why I would... hire a murderer to kill you?"
He roared, his voice changing with excitement and fear.
His face was distorted, his fingers dug deeply into his palms, and blood seeped out from between his fingers without even realizing it.
"Do you know how I have been living every day since the news came back that you were named Prodigy Ranking?!"
"I can't sleep or eat well, I can't sleep at night! When I close my eyes, I see you holding the sword and killing me Gong Clan Manor!"
He waved his hand violently and pointed in the direction he came from, although there was only silent mountain forest there.
"I can clearly see the fate of those who have conflicts with you. Chu Feng is the best example. Not only was he killed, but his entire family was confiscated, and his tribe was reduced to mining slaves!"
"Will you let go of me Gong Xing, me Gong Clan? When you free your hands, sooner or later you will crush us like ants!"
Gong Xing's voice is getting louder and louder, full of what he considers to be "reasonable" inferences and extreme resentment.
"Yes! I bought the murderer! I found Gou Laosan! I am going to spend 5 million to buy your life!"
He laughed wildly, but tears flowed down mixed with cold sweat. It was unclear whether it was fear or madness.
"I don't want to die! I don't want my Gong Clan century-old foundation to be destroyed in one fell swoop! I just want to live, what's wrong with that?! It's you who forced me! It's you Fang Han who forced me to this step!"
He stared at Fang Han, with deep resentment and a distorted sense of "I'm right" in his eyes.
"It's a pity... it's a pity that Gou Laosan, that loser, Fourth Grade Late Stage, can't kill you! Hahaha...Prodigy Ranking 81, so majestic and domineering!"
He spat out the last title with great sarcasm, full of sourness and unwillingness.
After venting all this, Gong Xing seemed to have been drained of all his strength, but the madness in his eyes burned even more intensely.
He knew that there was no chance of survival today.
Fang Han Now that we have chased him here, it is impossible to let him go.
Begging for mercy? That will only make the death more ugly and humiliating.
"Since death is inevitable..."
Gong Xing whispered in a hissing voice, as if he was speaking to himself.
He slowly raised his hands, flipped his wrists, and a pair of ferocious metal claws with a faint blue luster, like the fangs of a beast, instantly covered his fingers.
The claw blade is about half a foot long, curved like a hook, and has a sharp tip. It is obviously quenched with poison.
"Then I will try my best to bite off a piece of meat from you!!!"
Gong Xing let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice, and the fifth-grade early-stage Internal Qi all over his body burst out without reservation, pouring all of it into his claws.
The blue claw light was hesitant and had a fishy-sweet smell. It was obvious that the poison quenched on the claws was not trivial.
He kicked his feet violently, and a small pit exploded in the ground. He looked like a completely crazy poisonous wolf, and rushed towards Fang Han!
Nether Ghost Claw!
This is Netherlight Pavilion a top-notch martial arts, ruthless and vicious, specializing in vital points.
When Gong Xing is used at this moment, it only has attack, no defense, and every move will lead to the same death!
The two claws tore at Void Sundering's breath, bringing up afterimages and piercing screams, covering Fang Han's face, throat, heart and other fatal places.
He burned all his energy and spirit, pushing the power of this claw technique to an unprecedented peak that he had never reached before.
This blow was the final outburst of his lifelong cultivation, all his resentment, and his fear of death!
"What a big grievance. Don't get me wrong, I have a grudge against you Gong Clan all because you Gong Clan covet the silver mine that I Fang Clan discovered..."
Facing this crazy, fierce and vicious attack, Fang Han's eyes did not change at all from the beginning to the end.
There was no sarcasm, no solemnity, not even boiling murderous intent, just a calmness like a deep pool.
The progress of Gong Xing, from the late Subordinate Sixth Rank to the early stage of fifth grade, is not insignificant, but it is nothing more than that.
In front of him who is now in the early stage of Fourth Grade, there is no essential difference between late sixth-grade and early fifth-grade.
The gap between the two has widened into a despairing chasm.
The moment before Gong Xing's pair of venom-quenched claws, carrying a shrill sound of wind, were about to touch his clothes--
"Keng!"
A sword cry as clear as a dragon's roar suddenly resounded through the forest!
It was not an explosion that had been prepared for a long time, but it was almost reaching its extreme, as if the sword light had already bloomed when the sound of the sword sounded.
Fang Han didn't even move his steps, just the right hand holding the sword and his wrist flicked slightly at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
The blade of the sword, as bright as autumn water but condensed with terrifying sharpness, turned into a light cyan thin line that was so thin that it was almost non-existent, but so fast that it exceeded the thinking reaction.
It passed in front of him horizontally and gently.
Wherever the sword light passed, the air was cut silently, leaving a short-lived transparent ripple.
Time seems to be stretched infinitely at this moment, and also seems to be compressed into an insignificant moment.
Gong Xing's crazy expression, indomitable momentum, and blue claws all suddenly froze as he pounced.
The momentum of his forward movement remained unabated, but the waving of his arms froze in mid-air.
On his neck, a very thin red line first appeared.
The next moment--
"Pfft--!"
Bloody light bursts out!
The red line suddenly expanded, and the hot blood spurted out like a fountain, drawing a sad arc in the sunlight.
His forward body rushed forward two more steps according to the inertia, and then it was like a skin bag with all the bones removed.
He fell softly to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust and dead leaves.
His wide-open eyes still retained the last moment of madness and disbelief.
But the look in his pupils was like a candle in the wind, quickly extinguished and dimmed.
His clawed hands were helplessly released before he could even make any moves to block or change his moves.
The pair of blue sharp claws "clanged" and fell onto the blood-stained soil.
From the moment Gong Xing burst into flames to the moment he fell to the ground and died, the whole process was faster than a breath.
"Clang--"
Fang Han slowly and completely sheathed Cloudsplitter Sword.
The scabbard and sword hilt closed together, making a soft sound, which was particularly clear in the forest that suddenly became dead.
He took a step forward, walked to Gong Xing's body, squatted down, and began to search skillfully.
The first thing I took out were several jade and porcelain bottles of different materials, containing Danyao of different colors.
Fang Han uncorked the bottle and took a short sniff. Some of the replies Internal Qi included were healing ones, and there was also a spicy and pungent smell, which was suspected of stimulating potential or being used to poison people.
He has no interest in careful identification, let alone taking these things of unknown origin that may have been manipulated by Gong Xing.
Then, he took out a thick oilcloth package from Gong Xing's close-fitting clothing.
Unwrapping the string, there were brand-new banknotes neatly packed tightly inside.
The denominations were all large bills ranging from fifty thousand taels to one hundred thousand taels, and they were issued by several large banks with excellent reputations.
A cursory scan revealed an astonishing amount.
Fang Han did a quick inventory and found that the total was about 5.3 million taels.
"Sure enough, most of the money belongs to him."
Fang Han understands clearly.
Gong Clan's proceeds from the sale of his property were left aside for the team's management and disguise, but most of them were obviously carried by Gong Xing, the "hope for the future," in preparation for a comeback.
Unfortunately, this hope has now been extinguished along with the Gong Clan.
He rewrapped the banknote and put it away carefully.
His eyes swept over the pair of blue sharp claws on the ground.
The body of the claw is dark, and the blade glows with an ominous blue light. The material seems to be a mixed metal, but the forging process is not top-notch.
Fang Han gently moved the scabbard to check, confirming that this should be just a pair of Medium Grade weapons of acceptable quality.
"System Panel."
Fang Han's mind moved slightly, and the translucent System Panel appeared in front of his eyes.
[Host: Fang Han]
[Root Bone Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Sword Art Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Footwork Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 10 million silver)]
[Secret Technique Talent Amplification: 64 times (the seventh level of increase requires 10 million silver)]
[Possessed Wealth: 19.12 million silver]
"Recharge."
His mind focused on those Danyao and the pair of blue claws.
In an instant, the several medicine bottles on the ground, together with the Danyao inside, and the pair of poison-quenching claws, disappeared without a trace as if they were erased by an invisible eraser.
On System Panel, the numbers in the [Possessed Wealth] column jumped slightly.
[Possessed Wealth: 19.12 million silver → 19.19 million silver]
It only increased by 70,000 taels.
"Sure enough, it's just Medium Grade."
It only increased the expected wealth and verified Fang Han's judgment that these claws were only Medium Grade at best, and they were considered ordinary among Medium Grade.
"It's over!"
Fang Han exhaled a thick breath.
Gong Xing, the direct enemy who hired someone to assassinate him, has been executed.
Its Lineage main force was also cleared on the official road.
This matter has come to an end.
The forest is silent, with only the sound of wind passing through the branches and leaves, and the faint calls of unknown birds and beasts coming from the distance.
Fang Han stood up, took one last look at Gong Xing's gradually cold body, and stopped staying.
<Windcloud Escape> cast, the figure flew up like light smoke, rose and fell several times, and went away from the mountain forest.
A few hours later.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han quietly walked out from behind a dense bush.
Stepping lightly, his figure was like a fallen leaf, silently landing on the edge of the official road.
The hem of his green robe was stained with a few strands of grass clippings, and he waved them away.
The Cloudsplitter Sword on the waist was showing a restrained chill in the sunlight, as if it could even cut through the light.
"Gululu--"
Almost at the same time as he stepped onto the smooth official road, there was a sound of rattling wheels and a cacophony of hoofbeats coming from far and near.