Penta Kill

Ancient Bronze Coffin.

Fang Yang took out a Bodhi Leaf and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing repeatedly. A slightly bitter juice permeated his mouth, lingering for a long time.

Faintly, a sound of the Dao echoed in his ears:

"The Way of Heaven, it diminishes the surplus to replenish the deficient..."

Fang Yang memorized this scripture for repairing the Immortal Domain as if he were famished.

Even though this scripture was of little use while his cultivation was weak, being able to record it at the cost of a single Bodhi Leaf was still a very worthwhile deal.

One cannot only look at the present; one must also invest appropriately in the future.

Time passed second by second. When the entire scripture was memorized, a massive tremor nearly caused Fang Yang to lose his footing and fall to the ground.

The seal, broken!

In the first layer of hell, the descendants of the Crocodile Ancestor had already escaped and begun hunting down Ye Fan and his group.

"What the hell is that?"

On the way running toward the Ancient Bronze Coffin, Ye Fan looked at his classmate and friend whose forehead had been pierced by an unknown entity, his eyes splitting with rage.

He had tried his best to advise these former university classmates to return to the Ancient Bronze Coffin immediately.

As it turned out, few people appreciated it.

Liu Yunzhi even slandered him, asking if he wanted to monopolize the Buddhist artifacts left behind by Sakyamuni.

Ye Fan was furious, so he simply left with the few people he was on good terms with.

However, just as they had walked a hundred or two hundred meters away, Liu Yunzhi saw the plaque and was moved by greed, actually tearing down the Great Thunder Sound Temple Bronze Plaque.

This caused the entire Great Thunder Sound Temple to collapse, and a storm whipped up on Mars. Everyone had no choice but to retreat to the Ancient Bronze Coffin, praying to follow the path of the ancient sages to the next stop, thereby avoiding the natural disaster.

Who would have thought that Fang Yang's words would become a prophecy.

There really were demons suppressed by the Buddha in the past that had broken the seal to see the light of day again, and they had even killed his university classmates.

"Everyone, gather around those who have Buddhist artifacts!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly.

Without him needing to say more, many people had already noticed that those who died were the ones without Buddhist artifacts, and they began to crowd toward those who possessed them.

Pang Bo's face darkened. He hadn't found a single Buddhist artifact and could only stay by Ye Fan's side, using the Bronze Ancient Lamp to protect himself.

After a bout of scrambling and chaos, out of the thirty people, only twenty-three successfully returned to the Ancient Bronze Coffin.

When they saw Fang Yang standing in the Ancient Bronze Coffin as if nothing had happened, they all revealed expressions of astonishment.

"Did you know there would be danger all along?!"

Liu Yunzhi shouted angrily, looking quite furious, as if he were grieving for the dead classmates.

Once he said this.

The gazes of the others toward Fang Yang shifted from initial surprise to anger, hatred, indifference... all sorts of emotions.

"And what if I did?"

"You believe in the existence of Sakyamuni, so why don't you believe in karma, that stealing Buddhist artifacts would invite divine retribution?"

Fang Yang smiled coldly.

He naturally did not believe in the theory that taking Buddhist artifacts would bring karmic retribution, but that did not prevent him from using it to accuse this group of people.

Many were left speechless. If one were to truly calculate it, they were the real culprits who caused the deaths of their classmates.

But there were also those who didn't care about logic at all and only wanted to drag Fang Yang down to scheme for the Vajra Pestle in his possession.

"You are a murderer!"

A woman jumped out, pointing at Fang Yang's nose and cursing.

"Heh."

Fang Yang had nothing to say to this group of people who confused black and white and wantonly pinned labels on others.

His right hand moved toward his waist without a trace, concealing the anomaly of him conjuring a pistol out of thin air.

"I am a murderer, so what do you want to do about it?"

He asked with a smile.

"Hand over the Vajra Pestle in your hand to atone for the dead!"

The guy named Li Changqing jumped out impatiently, his eyes looking greedily at the Vajra Pestle.

He and Liu Yunzhi were carrying the Great Thunder Sound Temple Bronze Plaque together, which was truly too inconvenient.

"What about you all?"

"If you want me to do something, speak up."

Fang Yang scanned the crowd, his calm gaze making people feel surprised.

Why was he not afraid?

"We are all civilized people. If you hand over the Vajra Pestle, I'm sure the spirits of Li Hua and the others will forgive you."

Liu Yunzhi said with hypocritical concern.

"He's right!"

"Hand it over quickly!"

Two men chimed in, clamoring.

"You guys are going too far!"

Ye Fan frowned, wanting to put in a good word for Fang Yang, but he was interrupted by someone else:

"Ye Fan, you and Fang Yang were high school classmates, so don't get involved in this."

The person speaking was none other than Li Xiaoman. Her eyes were indifferent as she spoke bluntly to her ex-boyfriend, Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked as if he had swallowed a dead child; his expression turned incredibly ugly, and he was left speechless by the retort.

Fang Yang watched the show with amusement, never expecting the future Heavenly Emperor Ye to be such a lovesick fool, still hung up on his ex-girlfriend to this degree.

Having no interest in playing further, he pulled out the handgun he had prepared and aimed it at the few people who had just demanded he hand over the Vajra Pestle.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Liu Yunzhi, dead!

Li Changqing, dead!

Unknown woman, dead!

Unknown man, dead!

Unknown man, dead!

A total of five people, all struck in the chest by bullets with no chance of survival, died right there inside the Ancient Bronze Coffin, saving them the cost of a casket.

The smell of gunpowder spread through the Ancient Bronze Coffin.

The crowd was terrified, staring at the firearm in Fang Yang's hand. Facing the power of such a lethal weapon head-on, they all trembled, too afraid to speak.

What did strength in numbers matter against a handgun?

"You! You!"

Li Xiaoman stammered, her previous arrogance gone, looking like a circus clown.

"What 'you'? Do you want to taste a bullet too?"

Fang Yang had no intention of coddling her.

She was Ye Fan's ex-girlfriend.

Not his.

After using his foresight on Earth to amass wealth that could last a lifetime, he certainly wasn't lacking for women.

It was true that Li Xiaoman was beautiful, but there were plenty of women on Earth more beautiful than her.

If not for the fear that killing her might cause the Crocodile Ancestor to possess him, Fang Yang would have taught her a lesson regardless.

"Fang Yang, can you do me a favor and let her go?"

Ye Fan interjected, his voice trembling.

He was brave, but that didn't mean he could remain unfazed when confronted with a lethal weapon like a handgun.

Especially one that had just claimed five lives.

"You owe me another favor."

Fang Yang holstered the gun and said indifferently.

"I'll remember it."

Seeing this, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a bitter smile.

Bodhi Seed, ex-girlfriend.

He had no idea how he would ever repay these two favors to Fang Yang.

"I don't need you to save me!"

Li Xiaoman snorted coldly.

"Li Xiaoman, don't be ungrateful."

Pang Bo also snorted coldly.

He had finally seen Ye Fan's ex-girlfriend for what she was: a petty person who fawned over the powerful and looked down on others.

Just because Ye Fan had taken her virginity, did he owe her for the rest of his life?

Caught between his best friend and his ex-girlfriend, Ye Fan couldn't side with either, so he kept his head down and pretended not to hear.

Fang Yang ignored the farce, focusing his attention on the notification that had just popped up:

[Enemies eliminated, threats eradicated. Killed Liu Yunzhi, Li Changqing... five people.]

[Fate Points +366]

The corners of his mouth curled up.

With another five or six hundred Fate Points, he would be able to perform another ten-pull.