"Holy crap!" the young man exclaimed in shock and anger.
That's just the environment he lives in, so he doesn't care that Fang Zong killed someone in the teahouse.
It was only due to the rules of Xiaoyao Town and the strength of the Xiaoyao Sect that they wanted Fang Zong to temporarily retreat.
But unexpectedly...
"My lord, no, Master! I'm taking this opportunity to acknowledge you as my master, to share the same fate with you, so you can't refuse to accept me as your disciple!"
The young man didn't know Fang Zong's name yet, and only thought that he was a spoiled brat who was not worthy of Fang Zong's attention at all.
Now, it is clearly a great opportunity for him to visit his mentor and seize hope!
"When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky; if they don't die, they live for ten thousand years! So what if you die!"
The young man thought to himself, looking around. The other person said, "Disciple knows that Master is powerful, and also knows that Master's family, well, 1.8 billion people are even more powerful, but distant water can't quench a nearby fire, and the fish and shrimp of Guanchouhai can't be transported to Chen Nanshan! Please Master, retreat quickly, my family is within ten thousand miles, and can at least wear the tiger skin to hold out for a while, Master!"
He saw two figures leaping towards him in the distance and suddenly cried out in alarm, "Master, run!"
"Are there only these two disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect? The changes of all beings have not yet reached their peak."
Fang Zong remained standing, waiting for the two figures to arrive, their anger palpable, and to open their mouths with arrogance as they questioned him. Suddenly, a figure swept past one of the disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect.
The anger of the Xiaoyao Sect disciple froze on his face, and a red line appeared on his forehead, splitting it in two.
A man who looked exactly like Fang Zong stepped out and laughed at him, saying, "This Xiaoyao Town is surprisingly weak, so there's no need for me to take action."
"Then I'll trouble you, fellow Daoist. Fine, you're all me."
Fang Zong chuckled, and nine identical shadows split off from his body, which were external manifestations of his three souls and six spirits.
The young man knew all this, but—
Damn it, this is an avatar!
An ordinary avatar, possessing only about 30% of the original body's strength, instantly killed a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect at the Transformation level.
So how powerful was his master?!
Another disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect, his body stiff and his face pale, knelt on the ground without hesitation: "Spare me!" he shouted loudly.
Fang Zong looked up in surprise: "Don't you have any integrity at all?"
"integrity?"
The disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect had very strange expressions.
In this vast world, the strong are respected, and everyone seeks to become stronger. When one is weak, one will naturally risk everything to save one's life.
Only by staying alive can one become stronger, so the word 'integrity' simply doesn't exist.
Some people with backbone are just idiots in their eyes...
"Okay, that's not bad either, we can kill fewer people."
Fang Zong didn't want to kill too many people; he just wanted to get the spirit stones and bring them back to the Eastern Kingdom.
Leaving aside others, Old Wang, who is still striving to live, desperately needs this kind of thing.
He chuckled and said, "Take back all the spirit stones from Xiaoyao Town. Not a single one can be missing. If one is missing, kill half the people. If two are missing, kill them all."
"good!"
The disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect readily agreed.
Sacrificing wealth to save one's life is a universally acknowledged truth in this world...
Soon, the spirit stones piled up.
Fang Zong didn't know the young man's name yet, but the young man was very attentive, gathering the spirit stones and presenting them to Fang Zong on a tray: "Master, there are a total of two hundred and seventy-two spirit stones."
"That's a lifespan of two hundred and seventy-two years!"
Fang Zong thought to himself, his hands trembling slightly as he put away the tray.
At this moment, the young man glared coldly at the disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect. The kneeling disciple subconsciously gave him a very sinister look, then turned to Fang Zong with a smile on his face.
"There is also a spirit jade, which, although not as good as a high-grade spirit stone, is equivalent to thirty ordinary spirit stones."
He opened the small world and took out a spirit jade half the height of a person.
Fang Zong put it away immediately, his eyes scanning his surroundings with a flickering gaze.
The entire population of the town had gathered around.
There were men and women, old and young, about three hundred people, including more than twenty children who were not even as tall as a car wheel.
And six babies still in swaddling clothes.
Even the beasts who slaughter cities know to issue military orders that only those whose carts are full can be killed!
Fang Zong's heart was trembling.
He had been angry and had wiped out entire families, but what he always said was, "Those who are dissatisfied with the height of the wheelchair should not be killed."
However, when he was on the Japanese islands, he bombarded the earth's veins, causing the islands to sink. Under the violent natural disasters, there was no difference between the old, weak, women, children and young men.
He came to the Great World because he needed to relax; he really needed to relax!
"Master, we can't let them live!"
The young man also felt a pang of pity. He clutched his left chest with his right hand, pinching his heart flesh until it turned purple, before gritting his teeth and proposing, "These people have all seen what we look like and know who we are. If we let them live, we'll definitely be no match for the experts of the Free and Unfettered Sect when they gather. In my opinion, except for the infant, kill them all!"
"Will the babies survive without anyone to take care of them?"
"But if we leave them behind, we can't live!"
"I'm not afraid. The Xiaoyao Sect is just a low-level, one-star sect."
Fang Zong still couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.
He felt that if he did it today, and it became a habit, he would no longer be human.
Suddenly looking towards the western mountains and forests, he saw flocks of birds taking flight, including some powerful and ferocious birds. He twitched his ears and heard the sounds of experts fighting against ferocious birds and beasts as they rushed towards him from afar.
"The Xiaoyao Sect has sent people, two of whom are of unknown strength, but they must possess a killing formation!"
Fang Zong suddenly stood up, grabbed the Xiaoyao Sect disciple, crushed his small world, took out a book inlaid with gold thread, and rushed into the denser forest to the east.
Before disappearing, it paused briefly, created an avatar, and led the young man southward.
"Kid, my name is Fang Zong, also known as the Suit-Wearing Thug!"
The avatar stuffed the youth into a tree hole and quickly dissipated.
At that moment, Fang Zong unleashed a slash from his concealed position and returned to the Eastern Kingdom...
"Zhao An, the leader of Dongfeng Express stationed in the City of No Tears, has met with the tyrant."
Dongfeng Express, which specializes in providing services to military commanders, has set up an office in the City of No Tears. With a large staff, it serves countless military commanders in the City of No Tears, as well as students from Dragon Valley.
Upon hearing that Fang Zong wanted to see him, Zhao An rushed over, still wrapped in a bathrobe.
"That's how it is. You take the spirit stones to Elder Wang and let him distribute them properly. I will bring more spirit stones in half a month to three months."
"yes!"
Zhao An's face was serious.
Knowing the seriousness of the matter, he grabbed his bathrobe and hurried out to get things done.
Fang Zong watched Zhao An leave, closed his eyes to meditate for a while, and then took out the Golden Thread Book.
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