Sweeping Away the Withered and Rotten

Force drew the pebbles from the ground into his hand. Wrapped in Demon Subduing Force, they shot out with a flick of his wrist, the flying locust stones streaking forth like arrows.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!!!

Four or five bandits died on the spot.

Flying locust stones infused with Demon Subduing Force were even more powerful than arrows fired from a bow.

Led by Fang Xing, the group charged into the stronghold like tigers entering a flock of sheep, sweeping everything before them.

Before absolute strength, there was virtually no power to resist.

With the Wind God Step unleashed, his figure moved with the swiftness of a meteor.

The outskirts of the stronghold were swiftly cleared out.

Among them, several Bright Force bandits were also all killed by Fang Xing.

Three Bright Force bandits had yielded one hundred and fifty Enhancement Points.

There's also the chief of Black Wolf Stronghold...

He's another package of Enhancement Points. Can't let him slip away.

Fang Xing looked toward the depths of the stronghold, then swept his gaze around him. The four constables had joined forces and were cutting through everything in their path.

There was no need to worry about the outskirts.

Ordinary bandits were no match for them at all.

Whoosh—!

A blur tore through the air, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Xing vanished.

Each step covered three or four zhang.

In an instant, he arrived before a courtyard deep within the stronghold.

Just then, the courtyard gate opened, and a burly man standing nine chi tall appeared before him.

A thick tuft of black chest hair covered his chest. He was huge and broad, his face packed with flesh.

"The Black Wolf Chief!"

As Fang Xing looked at the nine-chi-tall man, relevant information swiftly surfaced in his mind.

The chief of Black Wolf Stronghold was at the peak of Dark Force. He cultivated a body-tempering martial art, and his pair of iron fists had reached a transcendent level.

Their gazes met. In but an instant, the Black Wolf Chief attacked first, crossing the distance in a single stride and rushing before Fang Xing.

His fist tore through the air, smashing toward him like an iron hammer.

His fist wind howled, and the surrounding air seemed to compress beneath its force.

At that critical moment, Fang Xing moved as well. He shifted slightly aside, precisely evading the chief's iron fist.

The fist wind brushed past his face. In the next instant, Fang Xing raised his leg. Fast as lightning and brimming with immense force, it tore through the air.

A sonic boom erupted!

Wind God Step—Wind-Blown Grass!

After a month of bitter training, his Wind God Step had already reached the level of entering the hall.

The Black Wolf Chief was greatly startled and immediately gathered force to block.

However...

Faced with Fang Xing's lightning-fast strike, his reaction was half a beat too slow.

Crack!!

The kick landed, sending the Black Wolf Chief flying into the courtyard and slamming him into the ground.

"Pfft..."

The powerful blow struck with terrifying force, as though he had been hit by a thousand jin of weight. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his arms trembling.

His internal organs had suffered a violent shock, but he was still a Dark Force martial artist. The chief reacted swiftly and immediately climbed back to his feet.

Yet at that instant, Fang Xing's attack descended swiftly. The air compressed, and a suffocating sensation surged into his heart.

"Damn it!"

His expression abruptly changed. He immediately gathered force and rushed to meet the attack, but he was too late.

A skyful of leg shadows swept toward him like a rainstorm gale.

Powerful force burst forth with a sharp shriek through the air.

Wind God Step, Third Form—Rainstorm Gale!

At an unimaginable speed, he unleashed a continuous barrage of attacks, every strike landing solidly on the Black Wolf Chief's body.

Boom!!!

Force penetrated inward, and the muscles and bones within his body were instantly dealt grievous damage. His nine-chi-tall body was kicked flying, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall. Even the thick wall was smashed down by the impact, the destructive force immense.

Two opening attacks had directly suppressed this Dark Force peak chief.

With a flash of movement, before the Black Wolf Chief could rise again, Fang Xing instantly closed in. His fist was like rushing thunder as it crashed heavily onto his body.

Crack—!

Powerful force penetrated inward. Demon Subduing Force entered his body, and his internal organs felt as though they had been torn apart.

His muscles and bones shattered.

"Argh!!!"

A scream rang out. Veins bulged across the chief's forehead, and his entire face twisted grotesquely.

The agonizing pain from his tendons snapping was beyond imagination.

Yet in the next instant, his scream came to an abrupt stop.

Thud!!!

A dull boom sounded as an elbow strike crashed down brutally, instantly caving in half of the Black Wolf Chief's head.

A bloody pulp!

This strike carried more than a thousand jin of force, smashing his entire skull to pieces.

Dust and smoke billowed. The Black Wolf Chief lay motionless on the ground, his aura of life dissipated. He was dead beyond doubt.

Sweat dripped from Fang Xing's forehead. Looking at the motionless Black Wolf Chief, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The combination of the Wind God Step and Demon Subduing Technique had unleashed astonishing power from the two superior martial arts.

The Wind God Step anticipated the enemy's moves and used speed to suppress them!

This was also his first time employing it in actual combat, and the results were even better than he had imagined.

Without the Wind God Step's coordination, he could not have killed the Black Wolf Chief so quickly.

As he watched, a scarlet wisp rose up and swiftly entered his body.

The Crimson Panel appeared.

Name: Fang Xing

Cultivation: Dark Force

Enhancement Level: One Star (70%)

Enhancement Points: 308

"A Dark Force martial artist gives one hundred and fifty points... half that of a Transformation Force martial artist."

Looking at the Enhancement Points on the Crimson Panel, Fang Xing swiftly arrived at a precise number.

One hundred and fifty points.

Though far short of the three hundred Enhancement Points from a Transformation Force martial artist, one hundred and fifty points was no small amount.

It was more than his current month's accumulation.

Boom—!!!

Just as Fang Xing was preparing to search the place, a tremendous crash came from not far away.

Fang Xing abruptly looked up.

A hundred meters away, a courtyard directly collapsed, and a middle-aged man in blood-red robes appeared before his eyes.

He wore a blood-red robe, his skin even paler than a woman's, a deathly white pallor.

His aura was disordered, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"This is... the Blood Demon Daoist!"

Seeing this middle-aged man in blood-red robes, Fang Xing's gaze narrowed.

Though separated by a hundred meters, he could still feel an invisible pressure.

Someone with such imposing might could only be the Blood Demon Daoist at the peak of Transformation Force.

Cough, cough...

After bursting out of the courtyard, the Blood Demon Daoist clutched his chest with one hand, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Without the slightest hesitation, he sped wildly into the distance.

At the same time, Baili Yanran and Shen Ye appeared in succession and immediately gave chase.

Watching this scene, an impulse immediately surged within Fang Xing, but he quickly regained his clarity.

The temptation of Enhancement Points was great, but the prerequisite was keeping himself safe.

Though he had once killed a Transformation Force martial artist, the current situation was different from back then.

If a Transformation Force martial artist fought desperately and dragged him down to the grave with them, the risk was far too great.

These demonic fiends came from demonic sects. They surely possessed special means to protect themselves.

Even with Shen Ye and Baili Yanran joining forces, he did not want to take that risk.

If demonic fiends were so easy to deal with, Shen Ye and Baili Yanran, both at the peak of Transformation Force, would not have needed to join hands.

The gap between Transformation Force and Dark Force was a chasm.

Not to mention that this was someone at the peak of Transformation Force.

Watching the three vanish, Fang Xing withdrew his gaze and looked at the corpse on the ground.

After searching it, he found nothing. He then entered the house.

He searched every corner of the house, but only found some silver.

They were all bits and pieces of silver, without even a single gold leaf.

"Is Black Wolf Stronghold really this poor...?"

Looking at the less than ten taels of broken silver in the pouch, Fang Xing's heart twitched.

A dignified Dark Force peak martial artist with only this much loose silver—he was truly living miserably.

Even the lowly gang factions in the city were better off than this.

After stepping out of the house, Fang Xing looked toward the direction where the three had disappeared. Just as he was considering whether to follow and take a look, Xu Zhengxiong and the others appeared in the distance. Seeing Fang Xing, they immediately walked over.

"How are things?" Fang Xing asked Xu Zhengxiong and the others.

"Not a single one was spared. All the bandits in the stronghold have been dealt with," Xu Zhengxiong said.

Fang Xing nodded.

Chen Shan looked around. Not seeing Shen Ye and the others, he asked curiously, "Lord Fang, where did Lord Shen and the others go?"

"They went to hunt down a demonic fiend. They should finish him soon," Fang Xing said.

A demonic fiend?!!

Hearing Fang Xing's words, the group was startled, their expressions changing drastically.

What kind of strength did this demonic fiend possess to require two people from the Heavenly Supervision Bureau to join forces?!

Everyone felt their hearts leap into their throats.

"My lord, who is this demonic fiend?" Li Qing asked with a solemn expression.

Just as Fang Xing was about to speak, the figures of a man and a woman slowly approached from afar.

They were Shen Ye and Baili Yanran.

Shen Ye was also carrying a bloodstained cloth sack in his hand, blood dripping from it.

Judging from the size of the sack, barring any surprise, it should contain the Blood Demon Daoist's head.

Looking at the two, everyone's gazes immediately fell upon the dripping cloth sack in Shen Ye's left hand.