At this moment, the scarred man's face no longer showed any trace of the panic he had shown before. It was as if the presence of the old man meant that Fang Han and the others were doomed.
Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened, and he slowly raised his long sword, pointing it at Fang Han. He coldly shouted, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into my Poison King Sect and injure my disciples? You are truly audacious!"
As he spoke, the old man's murderous intent spread out as if it were a tangible force.
Fang Han remained calm, looking directly at the old man, and said composedly, "My name is Fang Han. I have come here to see your sect leader, Lin Yao. I previously sent your scarred disciple to inform him, but unexpectedly, he coveted the women traveling with me and even attempted to harm us. My men only severed the arms of a few of you, which was already showing mercy. And who are you?"
The old man sneered and said arrogantly, "I am Elder Wuyi of the Poison King Sect. Boy, no matter what your reason is, harming a disciple of my Poison King Sect is courting death!"
After he finished speaking, his killing intent grew even stronger, as if he wanted to devour Fang Han and the others.
Fang Han remained calm and composed, showing no fear whatsoever. He said, "Elder Wuyi, are you planning to make a move? But I must remind you, I have come here specifically to find your sect leader, Lin Yao. If you insist on obstructing me, the consequences could be dire. Besides, you might not be able to stop me."
Upon hearing this, the elder in black robes laughed in fury: "What an arrogant brat! Today I will take your head!"
Having said that, he swung his sword sharply, snorted coldly, and shouted, "Disciples, listen to my command! Follow me forward and kill this leader, Fang Han!"
At the command of Elder Wuyi, the dozen or so disciples behind him pounced on their prey like hungry tigers, instantly launching an attack.
A flash of cold light appeared, and almost at the same instant as the black-robed elder, they drew their swords, their blades spitting out a chilling sharpness, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, as they stabbed towards Fang Han.
These dozen or so people worked together seamlessly, and the combined power they wielded was truly formidable.
Moreover, Elder Wuyi, as a high-level Martial Grandmaster, possessed unfathomable cultivation. Under the influence of his aura, a dazzling array of sword shadows descended upon Fang Han like a curtain of the sky, its momentum seemingly capable of instantly pulverizing him.
"Kid, you're dead meat. Those three beautiful girls will soon fall into my hands."
Scarface looked at Fang Han, who was engulfed in the shadows of swords, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
In his view, Fang Han was doomed, and the three beauties, Fang Yingxue, Ye Qianqian, and Gongsun Yaoqin, were even more helpless and could only become his possessions.
"court death."
Upon seeing this, Fang Han merely gave a cold snort, his icy voice seemingly emanating from the deepest hell.
In an instant, an incomparably powerful divine sense emanated from Fang Han, spreading wildly outwards like a surging tide.
This divine thought contained world-destroying power; wherever it passed, the space itself seemed to tremble.
Elder Wuyi and the others were confident that they would be able to kill Fang Han this time, and they were charging towards Fang Han with great momentum. However, before they could get close to Fang Han, they were suddenly frozen as if struck by lightning.
It turned out that their vital energy had been locked by Fang Han's terrifying divine sense.
At that moment, they seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move, their expressions instantly frozen, their eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a crisp "clanging" sound, the weapons that these people were holding tightly seemed to lose their support and fell limply to the ground with a dull thud.
Strangely enough, although everyone, including Elder Wuyi, was restrained and unable to move, they did not suffer any real harm.
However, the scarred man standing to the side was not so lucky.
He was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his body flying backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth like a fountain, staining the ground in front of him red.
"What...what did you do to us?"
Elder Wuyi was filled with shock and anger. He couldn't understand what kind of strange and powerful method this seemingly young man had used.
At this moment, despite his formidable cultivation, he was powerless to do anything but stare wide-eyed at Fang Han, his gaze seemingly intent on devouring him alive.
"Lin Yao, it's me, Fang Han. Come out and see me."
However, Fang Han was too lazy to pay any more attention to the elder in black robes and instead began to transmit his voice.
His voice was incredibly loud, instantly engulfing the entire Poison King Sect.
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