"Kid, are you trying to kill us?"
Upon hearing Fang Han's words, the middle-aged scarred man was first taken aback, then threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl, echoing endlessly through the mountains and forests.
He laughed as he glanced sideways at Fang Han, his eyes full of mockery and disdain. "Hmph, you ignorant brat, do you even know where you are? This is the territory of my Poison King Sect! In this Ancient Moon City, who doesn't know the prestige of my Poison King Sect? Not to mention ordinary people, even the City Lord's Mansion usually turns a blind eye to us and doesn't dare to provoke us easily. And you, you actually come here to spout nonsense, you're simply overestimating yourself!"
"The more arrogant you are in front of me now, the more you'll be begging for mercy on your knees later, crying and begging for your life. Don't blame me for being ruthless and showing no mercy!"
The scarred man's face contorted slightly with emotion, resembling a writhing centipede, making him appear even more ferocious and terrifying.
Fang Han listened quietly to Scarface's long speech, his expression unchanged, only the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, revealing a faint smile.
That smile carried a hint of composure and a touch of mockery, as if watching a clown's performance.
He didn't say anything in rebuttal, he just stood there quietly.
"What are you all standing there for? Get up there, all of you, and start attacking now!"
Seeing Fang Han's composure, Scarface felt as if he had punched a cotton ball, and his anger flared even more fiercely. He felt his authority had been greatly challenged, and Fang Han's contempt had reached its peak. He could no longer suppress his rage and roared hoarsely at his men behind him.
Having received the order, the bald man and his gang, who were already eager to take advantage of Fang Yingxue, Gongsun Yaoqin, and Ye Qianqian's beauty, rushed towards Fang Qing, Zhou Chi, and Ye Qianqiu like wolves pouncing on their prey.
In an instant, iron rods, meteor hammers, spears, swords, and all sorts of weapons, accompanied by whistling winds and carrying deadly threats, all came hurtling towards the three of them.
Almost at the same instant they made their move, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of Fang Qing, Zhou Chi, and Ye Qianqiu, and they drew their swords without hesitation.
In an instant, three sharp sword lights, like three agile dragons, swept towards the Poison King Sect members.
The swords in Zhou Chi's and Fang Qing's hands were both top-grade spiritual swords, with runes flashing on their blades, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
Although Ye Qianqiu's sword was not as good as the previous two, it was still a high-grade spiritual sword, far superior in quality to the ordinary weapons held by the Poison King Sect's ordinary disciples.
Under the immense power of these three spirit swords, the weapons in the hands of the Poison King Sect members were cut down as easily as fragile straws.
With a few crisp "crack" sounds, the iron rods, meteor hammers, spears, and swords in the hands of the bald man and his men broke in two and fell to the ground.
"ah!"
Immediately afterwards, several shrill screams pierced the sky.
As the sword flashed, three disciples of the Poison King Sect were unable to dodge in time, and their arms were severed by the sharp sword energy. The severed arms, dripping with blood, fell to the ground.
The three disciples clutched their severed arms, blood gushing out, their faces turning deathly pale, their eyes filled with fear and pain.
The Poison King Sect members, who had been so aggressive, were now terrified by the bloody and shocking scene before them.
Looking at their companion's severed arm, and then at the spirit swords in Fang Qing's and the other two's hands that still gleamed with a cold light, their legs trembled involuntarily.
The next second, they no longer cared about saving face or obeying orders. One by one, they turned around and ran away like stray dogs, shouting in terror.
"You just wait!"
The middle-aged scarred man who was in the lead originally wanted to put on a brave face, but when he saw the miserable state of his men, fear surged into his heart like a tide.
He knew he was no match for Fang Qing and his group, and if he stayed any longer, his life would be in danger.
So he could only utter a harsh remark before turning around and fleeing in a disheveled state with his men, his back view filled with panic and helplessness.
"Walk!"
Fang Han watched the fleeing members of the Poison King Sect and instructed Song Zi'an to continue leading the way. He then led Fang Yingxue, Gongsun Yaoqin, and the others towards the Poison King Sect's mountain gate.
The Poison King Sect members who had fled had already vanished without a trace, leaving only a few severed arms on the ground.
Before long, Fang Han and the others saw the mountain gate of the Poison King Sect.
The mountain gate stands halfway up Feiyun Peak, surrounded by lush bamboo and swirling clouds.
The clouds and mist drifted like a light veil, sometimes enveloping the mountain gate, and sometimes slowly dispersing, making the mountain gate appear and disappear, giving it a somewhat ethereal and otherworldly feel.
"Song Zi'an, we have arrived at the Poison King Sect. We are grateful for your guidance along the way. Please return now. You have worked very hard."
Fang Han spoke to the guide sent by the city lord, Ye Tiannan.
Upon hearing this, Song Zi'an cupped his hands in farewell and replied, "Mr. Fang, farewell for now, until we meet again."
Having completed his mission, he turned around and soon disappeared.
Before Fang Han and the others even stepped into the Poison King Sect's mountain gate, the sect's gate suddenly burst open.
An elderly man with white hair, surrounded by more than a dozen young disciples, rushed out aggressively and instantly surrounded Fang Han and the others.
Upon closer inspection, standing beside the old man was the middle-aged man with a scarred face who had appeared earlier.
The scarred man, with an arrogant expression and cold fingers, reported to the old man: "Master, it is this very boy who led people to trespass into my Poison King Sect. Not only that, they even cruelly severed the arms of three of my outer disciples. They are extremely arrogant and domineering!"
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