"With your meager cultivation levels, you dare to dream of revenge against us? You're simply delusional!"
Fang Han coldly swept his gaze over the fearful and timid members of the Shi family, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips: "Your Shi family has always been arrogant and domineering, committing countless evils in Guyue City. You've done your fair share of bullying men and women, extorting and plundering. And yet, you still show no remorse. Meeting me today is your destined calamity; none of you can escape it!"
"Boy, don't be so arrogant! When my brother Shi Tianming returns, he'll make sure you die a horrible death! If you have the guts, do you dare wait for him to come back?"
Shi Tianyong's face turned ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and he looked like a madman.
Although he wished he could rush up and tear Fang Han to pieces immediately, he couldn't help but feel scared after witnessing the horrifying scene of Fang Han using his divine sense to control his sword and instantly take the lives of three high-level martial artists. He knew that he was no match for him, so he had no choice but to come up with this delaying tactic.
Shi Tianyong knew in his heart that with Fang Han's terrifying ability to control the sword with his divine sense, if he launched another attack, the dozens of experts from the Shi family would die instantly, and even he and Wen Min would have no chance of survival.
"So, your Shi family's last trump card is your younger brother, Shi Tianming?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Han raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
He paused wielding the Xuan Tie Sword, his gaze shooting towards Shi Tianyong like a sharp blade.
"That's right!"
Shi Tianyong gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, trying to regain the upper hand in terms of momentum.
"It's not that I can't wait for him. But if he's a coward and doesn't dare to come back, am I supposed to stay at your Shi family's house and wait for him?"
Fang Han's lips curled into a faint smile, his tone full of teasing.
In reality, he had already seen through the Shi family's true nature; their so-called trump cards were nothing but a laughable joke in his eyes.
"My brother will definitely be back within half an hour!"
Shi Tianyong said firmly, but he also felt a little uneasy.
"Okay, then I'll wait for half an hour."
Fang Han said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his divine sense surged out like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire Shi family manor.
Wherever his divine sense reached, every blade of grass, every tree, and every action of the Shi family appeared clearly.
He quickly identified several golden nanmu chairs in the reception room.
As Fang Han moved his mind, the precious golden nanmu chairs seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand and slowly floated out of the reception room, landing steadily in front of Fang Han.
Fang Han calmly dismounted, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and sat down with an imposing air.
Shi Tianyong witnessed this scene, his eyes wide open, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
The Shi family members were completely stunned, some even gasping in shock.
Only now did the elites of the Shi family fully understand why Lin Yao, the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, had earnestly advised the Shi family that if they did not apologize to Fang Han and instead attempted revenge, they would be courting death.
"Listen up, members of the Shi family! My disciple, Gongsun Yaoqin, is going to fight against one of your Shi family's experts. Anyone who dares to gang up on us will face my ruthless sword!"
Fang Han's gaze swept slowly over the group of experts from the Shi family, his voice as cold as if it were carrying shards of ice.
The Xuan Tie Sword emitted a cold, eerie light, like a black dragon poised to pounce, hovering silently in mid-air. The air around the sword was distorted and deformed by the powerful sword energy, exuding an endless sense of oppression.
The Shi family focused their attention on the battlefield, watching helplessly as Shi Xiu gradually became overwhelmed by Gongsun Yaoqin's fierce sword moves, each defense becoming increasingly difficult.
Gongsun Yaoqin moved with a light and graceful figure, like a nimble stream of light, her long sword flashing up and down, creating a series of dazzling sword shadows.
In contrast, Shi Xiu was in a disheveled state, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his clothes were torn in several places by the sword energy, with blood seeping out.
Even so, not a single member of the Shi family dared to rush forward to rescue them, because Fang Han's black iron sword, hanging high above, could fall at any moment and claim lives.
A calm smile appeared on Fang Han's lips as he gently beckoned to Zhou Chi, Ye Qianqiu, Ye Qianqian, Fang Qing, and Fang Yingxue: "Come, sit down and watch the battle."
The group took their seats as instructed.
Gongsun Yaoqin's attacks became increasingly fierce, her sword moves as dense as a storm, each swing carrying a sharp sword aura.
As time passed, a powerful sword aura condensed around her, almost tangible.
Shi Xiu was deeply trapped in this sword aura, as if he were stuck in a quagmire, unable to break free.
At this moment, he could only defend with all his might, parrying left and right with his long sword, but he was still forced to retreat step by step by the sword's momentum, and his defeat was inevitable.
The pressure kept coming like a tidal wave, and Shi Xiu's despair grew stronger.
But his will to survive wouldn't let him give up. While desperately trying to fend off Gongsun Yaoqin's attacks with his sword, he cried out to Shi Tianyong for help: "Master, save me..."
Shi Tianyong's face was ashen, his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.
Shi Xiu, as a capable assistant of the Shi family, has always been his right-hand man and is of great importance to the Shi family.
Faced with Fang Han's powerful intimidation, he weighed his options carefully and finally suppressed the idea of rescuing her, gritting his teeth as he replied, "Shi Xiu, just hold on a little longer, and wait for your brother Tianming to come back!"
In reality, he dared not easily let the Shi family experts risk their lives to rescue him. Fang Han's Xuan Tie sword hung high in the air, like a death warrant; anyone who made a rash move would surely die.
Upon hearing this response, Shi Xiu's last glimmer of hope was shattered, and despair engulfed him like an abyss.
He knew all too well that he would soon be unable to hold on any longer.
Upon seeing this, the Shi family members' eyes not only showed deep fear of Fang Han, but also burned with fierce anger.
They were unwilling to accept defeat and placed their last hope on Shi Tianming.
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