"You really want to be my dog?"

Fang Han's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at Feng Shaofeng.

"Yes, Mr. Fang."

Feng Shaofeng nodded hurriedly, his head bobbing like a pestle being pounded, his eyes filled with fear and urgency.

At this moment, he was completely stunned by Fang Han's terrifying strength, and he dared not hesitate for even a moment.

Looking back on everything that had happened, he felt as if he had been thoroughly tricked by his nephew, Wang Wei.

Wang Wei confidently asserted that Fang Han had previously been nothing more than a fool and a good-for-nothing, and even if his cultivation had improved recently, he could never be that strong. That's why he joined the Wang family in plotting to kill the Fang family.

But now that he has witnessed Fang Han's strength firsthand, he is filled with deep regret.

If he had known earlier that Fang Han was so unfathomable, he would never have dared to get involved in this matter, even if he had a hundred times the courage.

He knew perfectly well that the Feng family would never rashly sever ties with the Fang family just because of Wang Wei, a relative by marriage, nor would they risk being blacklisted by the Fang family.

Now, having witnessed Fang Han easily kill a master like Wang Changlong with a single blow, Feng Shaofeng has come to a complete realization of reality. He knows that his father, Feng Anguo, is utterly insignificant in front of Fang Han.

Even if the renowned patriarch of the Feng family, Feng Wudi, were to personally take action, he would probably still be no match for Fang Han.

Thinking of this, Feng Shaofeng felt even more that his decision at this moment was extremely wise. Only by clinging tightly to Fang Han's coattails could he perhaps find a glimmer of hope for the Feng family.

"Then go back and tell your father and your ancestor to come to Yanming City and apologize to the Fang family. Otherwise, I will wipe out your Feng family."

Fang Han's expression was cold and stern, his eyes revealing an undeniable determination as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.

The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, icy cold and chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.

In his eyes, if the Feng family did not bow down, their destruction would be just a matter of moments.

"Yes, I... I'll go back now and tell my father and grandfather..."

Feng Shaofeng hurriedly replied, and as he spoke, he scrambled to his feet from the ground in a disheveled state.

At this moment, he felt as if he had grasped a lifeline, and all he could think about was escaping this place of trouble as soon as possible to convey Fang Han's words to his father and ancestor without missing a single one.

He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Wang Changlong, Wang Wei, and Feng Zhaoyi and die here without knowing why.

"Wait!"

However, just as Feng Shaofeng was hurriedly preparing to take the horse and mount it, Fang Han's cold voice rang out again.

"Mr. Fang, is there anything else you need to tell me?"

Feng Shaofeng shuddered violently, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

He looked at Fang Han in terror, his heart pounding with anxiety, fearing that Fang Han might suddenly change his mind and take his life.

At this moment, he no longer possessed any of the prestige of the young master of the Feng family or a high-level Martial Grandmaster. In front of Fang Han, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, filled with fear.

"You have to bury these people; you can't leave their bodies to rot in the wilderness, can you?"

Fang Han frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and said calmly.

Among the corpses were those of Wang Changlong, Wang Wei, and Feng Zhaoyi. Their blood had long since pooled on the ground, forming gruesome pools that reeked of blood.

"Mr. Fang, I'll bury them right away."

Feng Shaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally settling down a little.

He thought Fang Han was going to harm him; for a moment, he was so scared he almost lost control of his bladder.

Although he was a high-level Martial Grandmaster and the young master of the Feng family, and had seen and experienced a lot, this was the first time he had truly experienced the feeling of teetering on the edge of life and death. The fear of facing death was unforgettable.

At this moment, he could only suppress his fear and discomfort, and quickly began to clean up the corpses on the ground, preparing to dig a pit to bury them, hoping to complete the task assigned by Fang Han as soon as possible and then escape this nightmarish place.

Fang Han's earlier palm strike created a large crater in the ground, killing Wang Changlong and some of the Wang family's retainers and horses. This crater, however, made things convenient for Feng Shaofeng. He threw the bodies of Wang Wei and Feng Zhaoyi into the crater and then began to bury them.

As a high-level Martial Grandmaster, these tasks were like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Although he had no tools, he acted with incredible speed and quickly disposed of all the corpses.

At the scene, only a mound of earth remained, along with a few horses that had fled in terror.

"Mr. Fang, may I leave now?"

Feng Shaofeng hunched over, his voice weak and trembling, his cautious manner as if afraid of disturbing the demon-like being before him.

Fang Han seemed not to hear. With a slight thought, a cold light flashed, and the black iron sword seemed to have a spirit. With a "whoosh", it shot out of his Azure Dragon Ring and hovered steadily in the air.

Immediately, he flashed and landed lightly on the Xuan Tie sword like a black lightning bolt.

Immediately afterward, the Xuan Tie Sword roared up, slicing through the sky and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye, leaving only a long trail of sword energy that lingered for a long time.

"He...he can control a sword...this..."

Feng Shaofeng was completely stunned, his eyes wide open.

His body was frozen in place, as if under a spell, unable to move an inch.

At this moment, his mind was blank, with only the image of Fang Han flying away on his sword flashing through his mind.

He knew that in this vast world of cultivation, those who could fly on swords were at least experts at the Divine Sense Realm.

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