"This bastard wants to kill me! This bastard wants to kill me!"
That thought instantly flooded Tie Zhenglian's mind.
For a moment, it felt as though her chest had been squeezed shut.
"Hu Muhuang, this is the Immortal Prefecture—this is my immortal mountain. By attacking me like this today, you have committed a grave crime. Even a True Immortal will find it difficult to absolve you."
Though panic churned in her heart, Tie Zhenglian still shrieked, "Do not show off your momentary might and ruin your own bright immortal path!"
Buzz, buzz!
Streams of spiritual light swarmed around the woman, wrapping her from head to toe. In frantic haste, she also employed every method of voice transmission she could, calling for help from her master Immortal Fuqing, the Iron Clan patriarch, and all her friends within the Immortal Prefecture.
Fang Shu watched her actions coldly, utterly unfazed by her bluff.
He chuckled and said:
"Would a dead direct disciple really be worth more than a living one?
"Besides, it was you, Fellow Daoist, who first plotted against my fortune and harmed my elder brother's descendants. Speaking of which, I fear Immortal Fuqing and the Iron Clan patriarch cannot wash their hands of these matters either."
Tie Zhenglian's pupils contracted at those words.
Her expression changed. "Do not spit blood at people!"
Yet what greeted her was no longer speech, but streams of Sword Qi sweeping toward her.
With a flick of his sleeve, Fang Shu summoned skeletons of white bone, which formed ranks all around. At his command, they immediately began destroying the spiritual veins running through the entire immortal mountain.
In an instant, the once refined and picturesque immortal mountain looked as if it had been ravaged by a tornado, thrown into utter disarray.
Tie Zhenglian truly deserved her