Fang Le's Fury

At this moment, Mi Hu was like a fish stranded on the shore after being baked in the sun, lacking the slightest desire to move.

His pupils were unfocused, staring helplessly at the sky; he looked so pathetic he was practically drooling.

Save for the faint breath at the corner of his mouth proving he was still alive, his disheveled state was a far cry from his previous arrogance.

"Troublesome! What a mood killer!"

Fang Le glanced at the Mi Hu lying on the ground and muttered offhandedly.

The novelty he had felt upon seeing something new had been completely extinguished by this interruption.

With a cold, indifferent face, he continued walking forward.

The surrounding crowd, as if seeing a ferocious beast, silently cleared a path for him.

"You little beast! I'll kill you!"

Seeing Fang Le walk away, and feeling the gazes of the onlookers—some gloating, some pitying—Mi Hu felt a surge of wicked rage rush straight to his brain.

After struggling to flip over, a sci-fi-looking firearm appeared in his hand out of nowhere.

The Level 5 Soul Guidance Ray Gun was something his brother, Mi Long, had spent a great price to acquire to protect him.

It contained a special energy conversion circuit; as long as a tiny amount of soul power was injected, it could unleash a powerful attack.

Even a Soul King would end up severely injured if struck by its blast.

At this moment, the muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at the silently retreating Fang Le.

"Click!"

The sound of the trigger being pulled rang out just as Mi Hu injected his soul power.

Simultaneously, a beam of ghostly blue laser shot toward Fang Le.

"Seeking death!"

With a cold shout, a powerful aura erupted.

The incoming attack was instantly shattered.

Mi Hu, who had been lying on the ground, was instantly sent flying dozens of meters back by this overwhelming pressure.

If he hadn't still been in the state of Martial Soul Possession, he would have been pulverized.

At the same time, the onlookers were suddenly suppressed by this aura, forced to their knees.

Even so, this was only the result of Di Tian holding back.

A group of ants who hadn't even reached the level of Title Douluo—if not for the fact that Fang Le had been interested in taking action himself, a single wisp of his aura would have been enough to kill everyone present dozens of times over.

"Hoo! Hah!"

With such a massive commotion right beside him, how could Fang Le not have felt it?

Moreover, the inexplicable sense of danger from behind, even though it had vanished, still felt like needles pricking his back.

He had been ambushed!

"Eliminate evil completely! Cut the weeds and dig up the roots"—truly, those are words of wisdom!

Fang Le turned around.

"Step, step, step!"

The series of footsteps sounded like a summons from hell.

The crisp noise reached Mi Hu's ears with terrifying clarity.

It sent an endless chill through him.

Before long, he felt his scalp tighten as a face full of indifference appeared before his eyes.

Though it still had a hint of baby fat, it could not hide Fang Le's refined features; he would surely grow up to be very handsome.

Yet, to Mi Hu, the brat before him was as terrifying as a soul-reaping rakshasa.

He was too calm; those eyes were far too calm! It was as if he weren't looking at a living creature.

It seemed he was going to die this time.

"My big..."

Just as Mi Hu tried to speak, a heavy punch landed on the side of his face, forcibly knocking the plea for mercy back down his throat.

"Why! Why!"

"I don't want to cause trouble, damn it! I hate trouble!"

"I have to pay to enter the city? Fine! I followed the rules and paid, I even paid extra! Why the hell did you still try to block me? Are you so broke that you can't live without those few Gold Soul Coin?"

With every sentence Fang Le uttered, he slapped the face of the man in his grip.

"My brother... is Shre... Myster..."

Mi Hu still tried to struggle, spitting out the words with great difficulty.

"Damn it! Go to hell!"

He violently threw the man in his hand to the ground and began to kick him!

"You stupid idiot, just because your brother is from Shrek, you think you're something special? Just because you're a dog of the Mysterious Underworld Sect, you think you're something special?

You have a background, you think I don't?

Are your eyes growing in your crotch? Even a moron could tell that guy in black over there is an expert.

Go ahead, bring the Sect Master of the Mysterious Underworld Sect here! Bring a Title Douluo from Shrek! See if they dare to act tough in front of him!

Damn it!"

As the words poured out, Fang Le's feet never stopped.

The previous kicks were merely to push him back; Mi Hu had been knocked down, but it was at most just painful.

But every kick now, Fang Le was putting his full strength into it.

Each strike was accompanied by a dull thud and the crisp sound of bones cracking.

He beat the guy before him until his face was swollen like a pig's head.

He beat him until his soul rings shattered and dissipated, forcing him out of Martial Soul Possession.

"And another thing... forget it, you aren't worth talking to!

Be more careful in your next life!"

Seeing the man beneath his feet lose his martial soul, Fang Le suddenly felt that there was no point in continuing.

This godforsaken place!

With a wave of his hand, Twin Star appeared in his grip. He raised the sword, leaned back, and slashed fiercely toward Mi Hu's neck.

The blade whistled through the air.

"Shhh!"

Mi Hu's desperate will to survive drove him to raise his arm to block, but panic and despair kept him from daring to look at his impending death.

"Huh? I'm not dead?"

Feeling no pain, he tried to open his eyes and could see the azure sky.

Turning his head to the side, he saw a greatsword plunged straight into the ground right next to his head.

Fang Le stood there, leaning on the greatsword, staring blankly at him.

He really is just a kid! At least this life is saved! You little beast, just you wait...

Seeing that his life was spared, Mi Hu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

While feeling fortunate, he had already begun planning how to bring his brother back for revenge.

However, before he could rejoice for long, two sudden, sharp pains pulled him back to reality.

"If you want revenge, I'll take it! But you'd better hope that next time, I'm still not prepared to kill.

Oh, and I left you one arm and one leg. With a crutch, eating and walking shouldn't be a problem."

Fang Le dragged his sword away, his voice echoing.

Only Mi Hu, missing an arm and a leg, remained on the spot, wailing.

"Let's go! Oh, Uncle Long, do you have a cloth? The sword is dirty."

Meanwhile, in front of a secluded courtyard in the south of Lingdou City.

The tall and sturdy Mi Long was leading two lackeys, standing outside the courtyard and confronting a pretty woman inside.

Although he had felt a sudden, inexplicable heart palpitation, he dismissed it as a lack of rest and continued in a persuasive tone.

"It is your little girl's good fortune to be favored by our Young Sect Master!

As long as she helps our Young Sect Master awaken later, she will undoubtedly be the future Young Sect Mistress, with a bright path ahead!

What is there for you to consider?"

Opposite him, a woman who looked seven or eight parts like Jiang Nannan watched the group with a vigilant expression.

But everyone around could see her weakness from her pale complexion.

"Nannan is my child, but her future should be decided by her own hand; I will not interfere.

She has gone out to hunt for a soul ring; I will ask her about your business when she returns.

For now, I ask you all to leave!"

After Mother Jiang finished speaking, she slammed the courtyard gate shut without mercy.

"Hmph! The orders of parents and the words of matchmakers! What is there for a little girl to decide!"

Besides, looking at that sickly state of yours, how much longer can you even stay by your daughter's side?

With barely a few Gold Soul Coin coming in each year, what kind of resources could you possibly provide for her cultivation? No matter how high her talent is, without resources or a background, she is destined to never get ahead.

Being able to establish a connection with the Young Sect Master is an opportunity you couldn't beg for in several lifetimes.

I have said all that needs to be said; the two of you should think it over carefully!