Great Completion Tyrant Blood

Fang Yang felt no disappointment at the result of killing thirty-six people only to harvest three points of Fate.

These bandits appeared formidable, capable of cowing an entire village into submission, leaving them powerless to resist.

In reality, however, there were only two cultivators at the Life Spring Realm; the rest were merely at the Bitter Sea realm, their cultivation levels far too inferior to his own.

"Heaven has eyes!"

"The Immortals protect us!"

Seeing the dragon-shaped Sword Qi flash and decapitate the wicked bandits, many villagers assumed a virtuous high-level cultivator had passed by and knelt to kowtow in gratitude.

Fang Yang had no desire to perform miracles before the masses, so he naturally ignored the villagers' greetings and flickered into the sky.

He had disguised himself as a villager and feigned weakness to provoke the bandits' hostility, ensuring they wouldn't be too terrified to act aggressively when he revealed his true power.

Having encountered several waves of bandits in recent days, he had concluded through practice that killing without cause yielded not a single point of Fate.

Only by slaying enemies with whom he had a grievance could he obtain varying amounts of Fate based on their cultivation.

"I have the Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword in hand, yet I struggle to find a powerful bandit to contribute to my Fate."

Fang Yang wiped his face, dispelling the disguise he had maintained with his Source Technique, before finally drawing the Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword.

The Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword was brimming with spirituality, having already interwoven Dao and principles. It was inscribed with specific Dao patterns belonging to the Supreme Emperor Scripture, capable of unleashing the peerless lethality of Imperial Dragon Qi.

Regrettably, a weapon is ultimately just a weapon, not a complete secret technique or cultivation method; Fang Yang found it difficult to decipher profound arts like the Imperial Dragon Qi from it.

"Such a divine weapon cannot be easily shown to others. If I draw it, I must kill everyone who sees it, or I will surely attract the attention of the Great Xia Dynasty."

Fang Yang had obtained this Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword through a card pool, but the Great Xia Dynasty would never allow a weapon capable of unleashing Imperial Dragon Qi to remain in the hands of an outsider.

However, as the nephew of the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, even if the Great Xia Dynasty did come knocking, the worst-case scenario would be surrendering the Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword; his life would not be in danger.

Perhaps he could even extract a significant amount of compensation from the Great Xia Dynasty.

"It is better not to expose it if I can avoid it. This divine sword's lethality is world-shaking; it is likely in the top tier just below a King-Level Divine Weapon."

Fang Yang was quite fond of this sword.

After all, who could refuse a sword that came with its own dragon-shaped special effects?

Twenty-some days later.

Li City.

The city lived up to its name, boasting beautiful scenery. Located in a vast oasis, it retained the architectural style of the ancient era with its antique buildings.

The tavern was bustling with noise.

"Damn it all!"

"Which bastard killed all my men? My Source is all gone!"

"Bang!"

The bald, burly man slammed the table, startling many patrons, yet no one dared to stand up and retort, for this group were the descendants of Great Bandits.

"Brother Sun, that person comes and goes like a shadow; it is truly difficult to track him. Why not just let this matter go?"

"In a couple of days, we can reorganize the cultivators who want to join us into new squads and send them out. It won't take long to make up for the losses."

A man who was also a descendant of a Great Bandit, though only a peripheral figure, comforted Sun Kun while offering advice.

"Good brother, come, drink!"

Sun Kun was tipsy and laughed heartily at these words.

He was a crude man, and thanks to this fellow's help in scouring for Source stones, he had plenty of Source to squander.

Facing Sun Kun's toast, the man feigned boldness and downed a large bowl of wine in one gulp, drawing cheers from those at the table.

"But still, that guy cannot be let off easily. Otherwise, there is no guarantee he won't strike again. You must find a way to help me kill him."

Sun Kun chuckled, his thick, hairy right hand gripping the man's shoulder with force.

"Certainly, certainly..."

The man's shoulder ached from the grip, cold sweat trickling down, but he hurriedly offered a fawning smile.

Being a lackey was not easy.

Even knowing this idiot had proposed something impossible, he had to find a way to make it happen.

I need to find a scapegoat...

That person's behavior is very much like a disciple from a major power out on a journey, helping those in need when he sees injustice. He will likely leave on his own after some time.

Just as the man was pondering how to solve this dilemma, a youth walked into the tavern.

He raised his hand.

He threw a punch.

A fist composed purely of divine power crashed down.

No surprises there.

The descendants of the Great Bandits, whose strongest members were only in the Dao Palace Secret Realm, had no time to react to the sudden assault before they were pulverized by the immense force.

[Enemy Sun Kun and his subordinates killed, Fate +500]

"Murder!"

The crowd in the restaurant scrambled, clutching their heads as they fled the scene of the disaster.

The death of a Great Bandit's descendant was bound to trigger a bloodbath; those who didn't run fast enough would only invite trouble upon themselves.

Fang Yang picked up the storage artifacts of Sun Kun and his men, rummaged through their Bitter Sea to ensure no loot was left behind, and then, still wearing his fabricated face, left the restaurant.

One hour later.

Having escaped Li City with the help of the Snake Talisman without leaving a single trace, Fang Yang began to tally his spoils inside a dark, secluded cave.

Over five thousand catties of Pure Source.

An Exotic Ice-Snow Source the size of a walnut.

And a pile of artifacts and sundries that were no different from scrap metal to him.

"It seems this guy wasn't favored by the Tenth Great Bandit. Then again, I heard the Tenth Great Bandit has over a dozen sons, and probably a whole swarm of grandsons."

"Sun Zhuo is already at such an age and is only at the Great Perfection of the Dao Palace; if he had been even slightly valued, he wouldn't be lacking even a Four Extremes cultivation base."

Fang Yang finished checking the loot and used his Source Technique to ensure there were no tracking marks on them, considering the matter settled.

Over the course of twenty-seven days, he had wiped out the bandits under Sun Kun's command and tracked him to Li City to finish him off, finally accumulating a total of 1231 Fate points.

"Draw cards!"

The card pool shimmered.

[Cucumber, three for five (White)]

[Yellow bicycle (White)]

[Three Character Classic (White)]

[Brain Gold (White)]

[Dog food (White)]

[Da Hong Pao tea (White)]

[Imperial Jade Seal (White)]

[Ox Demon Power Fist (Green)]

[Monkey Talisman (Purple)]

[Essence Blood of a Great Accomplishment Tyrant Body (Red)]

Red!

Ignoring the other cards, Fang Yang focused his divine sense on the red card and read the detailed description.

[Essence Blood of a Great Accomplishment Tyrant Body (Red)]

[Description: Condensed by a Great Accomplishment Tyrant Body before the decline of their life force in old age, with the killing intent purged by great divine ability. Descendants of the Tyrant Body can use it to purify their bloodline; those who are not of the Tyrant Body must endure extreme agony to use it.]

"Essence Blood of a Great Accomplishment Tyrant Body—this is absolutely a supreme treasure for body tempering. If I can refine it, my physical body will no longer be a weakness in the early stages of my cultivation, and it will definitely surpass some special physiques."

Fang Yang looked at the purple drop of blood circulating with tyrannical energy on the red card, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.