Yun Zhilan, Guo Xiao, Lu Chong and other experts from the Divine Doctor Valley, along with Wang Changkong, Wang Jiaer, Wang Muxue and other members of the Wang family, were all astonished when they suddenly heard this voice.

Just as everyone was still in shock, a lithe figure leaped down from a large, leafy tree like a ghost.

The figure moved with lightning speed, instantly flying to the front of Yun Zhilan and the others, and stood firmly.

This person was none other than Fang Han.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a stern face and an arrogant look in his eyes.

It turned out that while the Wang family and the people of the Divine Doctor Valley were fiercely fighting, Fang Han had already quietly hidden himself on that big tree, watching the show with great interest.

He crossed his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips, and a mocking glint in his eyes, as if watching a group of clowns fighting amongst themselves.

"Fang Han...you little brat, how could you be so treacherous and cunning!"

Wang Changkong recognized Fang Han at a glance. His eyes widened in fury, and he pointed at Fang Han, cursing, "You deliberately lured me here, causing me to clash with the experts of the Divine Doctor Valley, while you sat on the sidelines watching the tigers fight, trying to use me as a tool to kill me. Hmph, too bad my life isn't meant to end here! Although my Wang family has lost four guest elders, I have already reconciled with Elder Yun Zhilan, turning hostility into friendship. Today, you are doomed!"

Wang Changkong recalled the tragic deaths of the Four Tigers of the Southern Barbarians, the injuries he had suffered, and the critically wounded state of his son, Wang Jiaer. He felt that all of this trouble was caused by Fang Han, and he had long hated Fang Han to the bone.

Originally, he only intended to use Fang Han as a scapegoat to quell the Wang family's current crisis, but now, he has only one thought in his mind: to grind Fang Han to dust in order to vent his hatred.

"What do you mean by sitting on the sidelines and watching the tigers fight? I think it's just a farce of dogs fighting each other."

Upon hearing this, Fang Han's lips curled into a mocking sneer, his eyes filled with disdain. "I originally came here specifically to take the life of that old bastard Yun Zhilan, but I didn't expect you to be so reckless as to bring people to follow me. I found you all too troublesome, so I lured you here, intending to wipe you all out in one fell swoop to avoid future trouble."

"Kid, you're courting death!"

Wang Changkong glared angrily at Fang Han.

"Wang Changkong, do you still remember that your younger brother Wang Changfeng and his wife Feng Zhaoyi both died at my hands? Feng Zhaoyi's brother Feng Shaofeng was also present at the time. Do you think you, with your meager skills, could be my match?"

Fang Han looked contemptuous, his eyes filled with disdain for Wang Changkong.

Although Wang Changkong was a high-level Martial Grandmaster, he was nothing more than an ant in front of him and was not worth mentioning at all.

"Fang Han, the Grand Elder of the Divine Doctor Valley is here, how dare you be so insolent! You are simply arrogant!"

Seeing Fang Han's arrogance, Wang Changkong was somewhat wary, but he still pretended to be calm and shouted loudly.

Wang Changkong truly lives up to his reputation as the head of the Wang family; he is extremely meticulous.

He knew that Fang Han was no ordinary person, and he himself was seriously injured and his four Southern Tigers had already died. If he made a rash move at this time, the risk would be extremely high. So, he had a bright idea and tried to drag the people of the Divine Doctor Valley into the mess and use them to get rid of Fang Han.

"Fang Han, how dare you kill my junior brother Jiang Qianjun! My master and I have been searching everywhere for you, wanting to settle the score. I never expected that you would deliver yourself to our doorstep today, you've simply courted death! Now, I, Guo Xiao, will deal with you and avenge my junior brother!"

As expected, Guo Xiao, Yun Zhilan's first disciple, was enraged upon hearing Fang Han's name. He swung his longsword fiercely, unleashing an incomparably sharp blade aura that swept towards Fang Han with overwhelming force.

He is a high-level Martial Grandmaster, and one of the best among them.

Wherever the blade energy passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if it would instantly devour Fang Han.

Fang Han merely grunted, flicking out a gust of wind with his finger to meet Guo Xiao's sword energy.

"Fang Han, you think you can contend with Elder Yun Zhilan's chief disciple with just a flick of your finger? That's wishful thinking, you're courting death!"

Wang Muxue, whose acupoints had been released by Yun Zhilan, saw this scene and immediately raised the corners of her mouth, loudly mocking Fang Han.

In her mind, Fang Han was nothing more than a pitiful worm who had been turned into a medicine man. Even if he had managed to absorb some of the medicinal properties, how could he possibly be a match for a master like Guo Xiao?

She could almost see Fang Han being killed by Guo Xiao with a single blow, his blood splattering everywhere, and a smug sneer crept onto her lips.

Fang Han seemed not to hear, his expression calm as still water, simply gazing quietly at the finger gust of wind.

That seemingly insignificant finger gust of wind possessed boundless power, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, instantly striking Guo Xiao's menacing sword energy.

Seeing this, everyone present thought that Fang Han's finger wind was futile and would be swallowed up by Guo Xiao's raging sword energy in an instant.

They could almost see Fang Han being mercilessly killed by Guo Xiao's follow-up killing move after the sword energy dissipated, his flesh and blood flying everywhere in a miserable state.

"How is this possible?"

However, just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, the woman in the red dress next to Yun Zhilan suddenly widened her eyes, her pretty face filled with astonishment and disbelief, and let out a sharp scream.

The finger strike that Fang Han flicked out collided with Guo Xiao's sword energy and was unstoppable, like a destructive force.

The seemingly indestructible sword energy, under the impact of the finger wind, was as fragile as paper, instantly crumbling and dissipating into specks of light.

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