Chapter 69: Beheading Two People

  What is a refugee?

  There's a saying: the fierce are afraid of the reckless, and the reckless are afraid of those who don't care about their own lives. If they don't even care about their own life, what else is there to be afraid of?

  In this gourd valley, there are 108 fugitives, each with tens of lives on their hands, wanted criminals of the Great Song Dynasty. They were caught by the Hao Han Sect to be tested as disciples. Whether they fight or not, it's all about death, which makes these people extremely ferocious. Killing one person can gain a chance at life, killing two can bring profit.

  He had never been afraid of anyone in a life-and-death struggle, and this person had already lost the use of one arm, making him even less of an opponent.

  Fang Yan's body retreated continuously, opening up the distance between the two. The Water Shadow Sword was unleashed, but it was shattered by a single punch from the opponent. The opponent charged forward with an unstoppable momentum, his face filled with ferocity.

  "Little kid, don't run away, watch me tear you into pieces!" The burly man saw Fang Yan's body rapidly retreating, and the fierce energy in his eyes flashed. Under his desperate attack, he almost didn't hurt the opponent, but instead was injured himself when he forcefully charged into the opponent's sword aura, hurting his left hand again. At this moment, although his left hand wasn't crippled, it was still cut by that sharp sword light, and a piece of flesh was torn off, making his combat strength directly decrease by 10%.

  "Bring it on!" Fang Yan sneered, completely unprovoked by the other's verbal jabs. His body rapidly retreated, and if their cultivation levels were similar, he would have liked to engage in close combat with his opponent. However, at this moment, he couldn't afford any mistakes; as long as he could kill his opponent, anything goes.

  Hearing Fang Yan's shouting, the burly man let out a loud roar and was about to turn around and leave, but he couldn't bear it. He flew up with one foot and kicked a whirlwind towards Fang Yan.

  "Haha... just in time."

  "Phantom Slash!"

  The opponent continued to attack, and Fang Yan burst out laughing, his expression solemn and stern. The extreme-grade spiritual sword in his hand moved swiftly, its actions as fast as lightning. Nine sword shadows appeared, seeming both real and illusory, enveloping the whirlwind kick that the opponent had sent flying over.

  As Fang Yan's loud shout fell, the sword shadows intersected, and the burly man discovered that something was wrong. He wanted to retreat, but it was too late. As soon as he retreated, a piercing pain came from his right leg, and blood mist filled the air.

  "Ah! You little bastard, you've crippled my right foot!" A mournful cry suddenly rang out, that sturdy big fellow was left standing on one leg, unable to support himself, and fell down with a venomous glare.

  "Now you're going to lose your life." Fang Yan sneered, this fugitive had crippled one leg and one arm, the whole person was almost completely disabled, just like the fish meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

  "Mountains collapse!"

  For safety's sake, Fang Yan didn't know if the fugitive had any other tricks up his sleeve. When he was still two zhang away from him, a burst of Mountain-Crushing Fist shot towards him.

  "Phantom Slash!"

  The burly man struggled to get up, but was knocked down by Fang Yan's collapse punch and spat blood. Then, Fang Yan made another phantom slash at the burly man.

  "Ding! Congratulations, host's Earth-level sword skill Phantom Sword proficiency +500."

  "Ding! Congratulations, host successfully killed an enemy of a higher level and obtained 50 experience points."

  As the illusory slash unfolded, the burly man's chest was a mess of blood and flesh. In the end, he died from Fang Yan's severed heart meridian. Next, the cold system prompt sounded in Fang Yan's mind.

  "It turns out that this person is actually a four-layered cultivation of the Violent Qi Realm. If not for the opponent's carelessness and losing an arm, the outcome of this battle would still be uncertain." Looking at the burly man lying in the blood pool, Fang Yan muttered to himself, then with one sword, he beheaded him, which was his proof of passing the test after leaving the valley.

  "Huh, something's up." Just after beheading that burly man, Fang Yan heard a rustling sound coming from the woods behind him.

  Something was off, and Fang Yan didn't hesitate to jump onto a sturdy ancient tree behind him. In this gourd valley, friend and foe were indistinguishable; apart from Fang Qing and Fu Qingshuang, whom he could trust, no one else was trustworthy to Fang Yan.

  "There are signs of a fight, and earlier the old master was heading in this direction. Who knows, maybe he's already obtained the head that will save his life." In a forest twenty zhang away, two fugitives, one thin and one tall, were walking towards this place.

  "Huh? This is the Honorable Lord's giant sword, how did it end up here? Could it be that the Honorable Lord was killed by someone?" The thin man exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the giant sword in the bushes.

  "Go and take a look, if you can kill the old master, then this person must have been seriously injured, which will make it easier for us." The short monk said excitedly.

  "Two violent Qi realm cultivators." Looking at the two figures getting closer and closer, Fang Yan's eyebrows rose in surprise, he didn't expect his luck to be so good, actually encountering two more violent Qi realm fugitives here.

  "No way, these two are both practitioners of the Violent Qi Realm. I must recreate one first, then break them down one by one."

  Fang Yan made up his mind and then held his breath, waiting for the prey to get close, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow.

  "He's dead, Lord Gu is gone. His head was cut off by the enemy."

  "Look, the bloodstains on the ground have not yet dried, and the smell of blood is extremely strong nearby. The footprints here are somewhat scattered, and it was one person who killed your Elder. With your Elder's cultivation base of four layers of violent aura, the enemy should not have been able to kill him without paying a price."

  "Ma Liu, the enemy has not gone far, let's chase quickly." The tall monk glanced around and suddenly said.

  "Come a little closer, come a little closer." Fang Yan looked down from his high position and saw that the tall and thin monk was already close to his attack range. In his heart, he was praying for the opponent to take a few more steps so that he could heavily counterattack again.

  "You think the one who killed your master might be hiding around here?" The dwarf monk said, looking up at the sky.

  "Phantom Slash!"

  Fang Yan suddenly let out a loud shout, the Extreme Quality Spiritual Sword Blood Slasher in his hand was fiercely activated, and nine sword shadows instantly enveloped that tall cultivator.

  "Beware, there is an enemy."

  That short cultivator sensed something was off at the top of his head, but it was too late. Fang Yan's attack had already enveloped that tall cultivator.

  "Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully killing an enemy and leveling up, earning 20 merit points."

  Fang Yan's attack had just landed when a cold system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

  "Huh, he's actually dead." As the cold system prompt sounded, a hint of astonishment flashed across Fang Yan's face. This sudden attack had actually killed someone.

  "Little one, you killed our Elder Guo, and now you've also killed Cao Gang." The short monk glared at Fang Yan who was descending from the tree trunk, his eyes widening in anger.

  "So what now, it's your turn. Are you going to surrender or do I have to take action?" Fang Yan's face remained calm as he secretly looked for an opportunity to land a fatal blow on his opponent.

  "Haha... you little brat, still trying to deceive people? You're already at the end of your rope. Go die for me!" Ma Liu's face flashed with a fierce and sinister color, then he pounced on Fang Yan.

  Fang Yan saw the other party waving a broad axe to attack, and turned around to run.

  "Kid, stop running."

  "Ah! You little scoundrel!" Ma Liu swung his broad axe in pursuit, but had only gone two or three zhang when Fang Yan suddenly turned back and launched a surprise attack. Nine sword shadows enveloped the opponent, and Ma Liu was only able to let out a pained cry before being knocked to the ground by Fang Yan.