Fang Zong's idea was very simple...

Since we can't find the ghost's true form, let's just blow up the entire 'yin land'!

You're good at hiding, aren't you?

Fine, wait till I blow up and burn down the whole shady place, then let's see where you can hide!

"Let's make the first cut!"

Fang Zong laughed loudly and slashed across the teaching building.

The long sword swept across, and a crescent-shaped blade of energy, seemingly composed of stardust, swept out, slicing through more than a dozen classrooms in the teaching building, which then shattered with a bang.

Countless stardust particles scattered everywhere, each carrying a pure blue flame burning with true yang energy, frantically destroying everything in the teaching building.

Fang Zong laughed and said, "If it were a complete Yin Land, I wouldn't be able to do anything to you, but since it's just a fragment, I'll just smash it all!"

One slash after another!

After three consecutive strikes, Fang Zong turned around.

Behind him, the entire seven-story teaching building, billowing black smoke, collapsed with a thud, leaving only ruins and no trace of it!

Xu Jing: "..."

Wang Peng: "..."

Two boys: "..."

Their mouths dropped open, their hearts pounding with emotion, their admiration flowing like an endless river.

Just three cuts, and the school building is gone?

How domineering!

Xu Jing even began to wonder: Brother Wu Jiang, who exactly are you!

Wang Peng said, "It's not from the Leopard Ranking, it's definitely not from the Leopard Ranking. I've seen the promotional video. Our Blood Rose from Wuhan City is ranked eighth on the Leopard Ranking, which is far inferior to Brother Wu Jiang."

Xu Jing blushed, covering her mouth and delicate chin: "That's the Tiger List, but he's so young..."

The two looked at each other, as if they had remembered something, and burst into laughter.

They've guessed who Fang Zong is!

Although it's just a guess, but!

pretty close!

Fang Zong didn't care what the high school students were thinking. Wuhan City No. 3 Middle School was huge, with eighteen teaching buildings, not to mention dormitories, basketball courts, and that damn huge football field and plastic track.

One man, one knife, wandering about.

They cut down everything in their path, leaving devastation in their wake.

More than a hundred students on campus stared blankly at him, and at Xu Jing and the others who were carried on desks, looking like the slutty godmother of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn monsters in Journey to the West.

Xu Jing was still swinging her feet on the desk, the violent scene stirring up her former mischievous side, and she hummed a song:

"The sun was blown up, the flowers all died, the little bird said 'Damn, damn, damn,' why are you carrying a bomb?"

Fang Zong turned around and glared at her: "Girls, stop swearing!"

“(?￣?￣?) Okay, Brother Fang Zong.”

Xu Jingmei changed the lyrics: "I went to bomb the school, the principal didn't know, I pulled the cord and ran, and with a bang, the school disappeared."

It really is quite fitting for the occasion.

Fang Zong couldn't help but laugh.

I wonder what kind of expression Xu Jing, filled with the thoughts of a naughty child, will have when he sees the school completely intact after destroying the Yin Land.

Perhaps disappointed? Well, perhaps also somewhat relieved.

The sun was still high in the sky, it seemed like noon, but an hour had already passed, and Fang Zong had blown up half of the 'school'.

The teaching building was completely destroyed, the dormitory building was completely destroyed, and Fang Zong even drew a 'map' on the remaining places where the students used to play.

Yes, he was drawing, drawing a rooster, a map of the East.

It doesn't matter how you destroy it, so drawing it is fine too.

Possessing the skills of a master oil painter, Fang Zong's long sword becomes the brushstroke, and the True Yang Fire becomes the ink, creating a proud and lifelike rooster.

Xu Jing and the others were stunned.

"Brother Fang Zong is so amazing!"

Xu Jing stared at Fang Zong, a burning desire for control emanating from her eyes.

Mine! Mine! It has to be mine!

The way she looked at Fang Zong was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Fang Zong shook his head and said, "It's not impressive, it's tiring."

I'm so tired.

As he wreaked havoc, the wooden ghost silently repaired it.

The other party is a coward, never taking the lead or making a sound, just silently repairing the Yin Land and hiding their true form even deeper.

Aren't you a level 2 Ghost?

Didn't you say you wouldn't let me go?

Can't we stop being cowards?

This was the first time Fang Zong had encountered such a troublesome ghost. Suddenly, he regretted giving Hu Batian his freedom.

Bullshit! What are you pretending to be so important about!

If Hu Batian were here, with his cat-like eyes that can see into the yin and yang realms, he could easily pull out the ghost with a single swipe of his paw.

And myself...

Fang Zong did a quick calculation and found that it would take another twelve hours.

It would take at least twelve hours to completely destroy the Yin land!

The knife must not stop!

The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will persevere... "You bastard!" Fang Zong suddenly turned around, and the Thunderous Cry transformed into a blue dragon, with nine hundred and ninety-nine Thunderous Cry needles shooting out like bombers, blasting the entire school into a blaze of fire and electricity.

Then, he raised his hand, and the Thunderclap Needle returned to the wristband to recharge.

"Twelve hours from now, if I don't manage to get you into one hundred and eight different positions, then I'll not release you..."

"What's wrong with you?" someone suddenly spoke, their tone sarcastic.

Fang Zong blinked: "I'll bring Da Huang here and have him hunt you down all over the world. Da Huang owes me a favor."

"..."

At this point, shouldn't we say that if we can't resolve it, we should just write the name backwards?

The wooden ghost remained silent for a moment, then concluded: "You're even more shameless than me."

Fang Zong decisively raised his middle finger: "You coward, case closed!"

...

Wuhan City, Yellow Crane Tower.

The main building is 49 meters high and has five floors. It features a pyramidal roof and flying eaves, and looks the same from all sides, making it a truly magnificent sight.

As the saying goes, "The Yellow Crane has flown away and will never return, while the white clouds drift aimlessly for a thousand years." At this moment, the sun is rising in the east, but the Yellow Crane Tower is deserted, making this line a particularly desolate depiction.

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