My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

"Whether he can come back alive is still a question," Fang Yuan said dismissively.

To become an elder in the Fang family, one's cultivation level must be at least at the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment stage, making one a figure comparable to the patriarch of an ordinary aristocratic family.

"You go down too, and keep your good brother company!"

Fang Yuan was too lazy to waste words. He channeled his inner energy into his feet and shot upwards, aiming his sword at the fourth leader on the mountaintop.

"I grant your request!"

Despite both being at the ninth level of the Innate Realm, the Fourth Master lacked even the courage to fight back, turning around and shouting.

no way.

He had just witnessed the power of that sword; the second brother's body wasn't even cold yet.

"It's too late now."

Fang Yuan's eyes were cold, and he did not stop. His sword energy swept across the sky, directly splitting the fourth leader of Qinggang Village in two from top to bottom.

The fourth leader has fallen!

"Most of the leaders of Qinggang Village have already died at my hands."

Fang Yuan did some quick thinking and found that he got along quite well with the leaders of Qinggang Village.

They slaughtered several bandits in succession, but not much time had passed.

The Fang family members at the foot of the mountain were still struggling inside the great formation and had not yet broken out.

"Please spare our lives, Fifth Master! We will immediately dismantle the formation and cease all rash actions."

In Qinggang Village, some of the lower-ranking leaders didn't even have the thought of fighting Fang Yuan.

That's so brutal!

Fang Yuan crossed his arms and watched the bandits work quietly without saying a word.

"Alright, you can all go to the underworld now and properly repent for the sins of this life."

Fang Yuan had no intention of letting these bandits go.

They have committed numerous evil deeds and their hands are stained with the blood of innocent people; they are doomed to die.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

With so many live targets, Fang Yuan decisively began practicing the Myriad Stars Fist, which was definitely not due to a lack of true energy.

Fang Yuan used the Phantom Step, making it difficult for ordinary people to see his footsteps. With a raised hand and a punch, he could kill a person.

He was like a demon from a sea of ​​blood, reaping the lives of villains.

"What's going on?"

The Fang family and others, who had just emerged from the formation, stared in shock at the scene before them.

Blood stained vast swathes of land, and the mountainsides were littered with corpses and remains, causing many inexperienced disciples to gag.

"Is there internal strife in Qinggang Village?"

One of the stewards, with his sharp eyes, caught Fang Yuan's rapidly moving figure and said with some uncertainty.

"It's not internal strife!"

"It's the young master!"

"I'll say something shocking if I don't want to die," Fang Hai said, his eyes fixed on Fang Yuan, a hint of excitement on his face.

"What?! Young Master?!"

"Look, that person is using the clan's signature martial art, the Myriad Stars Fist, there's no mistake."

For a moment, a chorus of surprised and astonished voices rose and fell among the deacons.

"Among the corpses lying here are quite a few powerful experts at the Innate Realm!"

"Look over there, isn't that the second leader of Qinggang Village..." a steward said, pointing to a head, his tone horrified.

"The young master is truly a celestial being!"

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the mountains and fields, no one doubted Fang Hai's previous words anymore; their heads were buzzing.

"I knew it was a formation, how come it suddenly broke just now?"

The Fang family patriarch was quite powerful, and before the rest of the clansmen could catch up, he had already joined the fierce battle.

Almost all of Qinggang Village's innate experts were dead, and the Fang family steward had no trouble dealing with a group of acquired cultivators and even martial artists.

"Is that all?"

Many of the Fang family members who came up later were stunned when they saw the mess all over the place.

Some of their disciples came here for training, but now there are very few bandits left alive.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

After Fang Yuan punched a bandit at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm and blasted him into a bloody mist, a group of people immediately surged up behind him and bowed respectfully.

Upon seeing Fang Hai, Fang Yuan wasn't particularly surprised that these people recognized him.

"Have some men guard the exits, and the rest go deeper inside to eliminate the remaining enemies," Fang Yuan ordered.

Many of the deacons were genuinely impressed by Fang Yuan's power, rather than obeying him based on their status or position.

"The young master has already reached Qinggang Village. He's incredibly powerful!"

The clansmen who arrived late were slow to realize what was happening, and only when they saw Fang Yuan remove his disguise did they show expressions of horror.

Fang Yuan had not forgotten the purpose of his trip. Fang Man was still being held captive by the people of Qinggang Village. He had to find his location as soon as possible and rescue him.

But as soon as Fang Yuan took a step, he suddenly felt as if he was being locked on, and a chill spread through his body.

"Oh no! The leader of Qinggang Village is back!"

Fang Yuan had just turned his head when he heard a steward exclaim in shock, his voice trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, the aftershocks of the battle in the distance came to a standstill.

A long rainbow streaked across the sky, as if half the sky had been dyed blood-red, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

"You're Fang Yuan?"

After the blood-red figure landed, everyone could see his appearance clearly: he was wearing a black and red robe, had a sharp nose, and a cold expression.

He made no move, simply standing there quietly, surrounded by crimson true energy, which made many people feel immense pressure.

In particular, whenever his gaze fell upon someone, it felt like they were suffocating.

Foundation building realm!

Facing a Foundation Establishment Realm expert directly, the pressure is self-evident.

"So you're the bandit leader who's been consolidating resources and causing trouble in Luowu Mountain?"

Fang Yuan deliberately emphasized the words "bandit leader".

It's truly laughable that a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage has fallen to such a state.

As for his imposing manner, it really couldn't intimidate Fang Yuan.

He had been seen by even Golden Core True Monarchs during his trials at the Qingyun Sect; the aura he exuded was like a small sun hanging high in the sky.

Compared to others, the chief of Qinggang Village was like a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon.

"His strength should be inferior to that of the Eleventh Elder. It seems he used some means to escape temporarily."

Although Fang Yuan had not yet condensed his divine sense, his mental strength had increased significantly, and he could still vaguely sense and make some guesses.

"I hope you'll still be this stubborn when you die."

The crimson figure moved. With a single step, the ground caved in, and crimson true energy surged forth like an overwhelming force.

"My name is Mad Blood Daoist. Remember this name, and repent properly when you reach hell!"

After saying that, he mobilized the blood-red true energy in his body, gradually gathered it together, and then transformed it into a palm print, which he then brought down heavily.

boom……

Wherever the palm print passed, the air was compressed and exploded, creating a large vacuum zone, with the ribbon stretching across the sky.

"break!"

Fang Yuan withstood immense pressure, daring not to hold back in any way, and used all his strength to draw the long sword from his waist.

call out……

With a sword's cry, the sword flashed, and a long sword aura swept out, as if several sword shadows were superimposed together.

Nine Swords of Gale!

"A martial art at the perfect level, but unfortunately, the user's strength is too weak."

Mad Blood Daoist licked his scarlet lips, a cold smile appearing on his face.

The boundless sword energy only lingered in the air, briefly resisting the blood-red palm print before shattering abruptly and dissipating into specks of light.

Fang Yuan's pupils contracted, and he immediately stepped out with the Phantom Step, his wrists rotating as he unleashed three sword strikes in succession, creating a total of twenty-seven sword shadows!

At this moment.

The bloody palm print had barely shattered and dissipated, but the oppressive feeling of the blood mist hanging overhead grew even heavier...