Obtaining Top Art on Family's Extermination Night

Fang Shuwen had left a trail of bodies in his wake, the number of lives he’d reaped unknown.

Even without using the [Killing Intent Technique], the baleful aura radiating from him was already soaring to the heavens.

So, although he spoke without a trace of malice, Zhao Ziying’s face still turned pale.

It was as if he were no longer facing a young man, but a Killing God who had waded out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

In fact, that feeling wasn’t wrong...

Dressed in blood-soaked robes and stained with the gore of countless victims, what difference was there between Fang Shuwen and a Killing God?

Zhao Ziying subconsciously took a step back. Feeling that wasn’t enough, he took another.

He didn’t feel like he was losing face by doing so.

’When your life’s on the line, who gives a damn about face?!’

He didn’t hesitate for a moment and quickly spoke up:

"Brother Fang, please don’t misunderstand! I most certainly did not come here seeking death!"

"Oh?"

Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow.

"Then what are you doing here?"

Zhao Ziying was speechless, a look of utter helplessness on his face as he said:

"I... I came to attend the Celestial Martial Grand Assembly..."

He had indeed come for the Celestial Martial Grand Assembly.

But he was a laid-back person by nature, one who let things slide, so he wasn’t particularly concerned about the Celestial Martial Grand Assembly.

And so, he had meandered his way here, stopping to admire any fine scenery he came across.

He had been peacefully enjoying the view when he turned his head and saw a group of Jianghu people doing something very strange...

They were climbing a mountain.

Climbing a mountain wasn’t strange... but climbing it backward was very strange indeed.

Not only was Zhao Ziying laid-back, but he was also intensely curious.

Back then, outside the Chaotic World Forest, anyone else who heard the constant rumbling would have known something extraordinary was happening inside and wouldn’t have gone closer to gawk.

After all, in the Jianghu, some things are just inexplicable. You might just be watching the show, and the next thing you know, you’re dead.

But he just had to be the curious type.

Although he didn’t barge into the Chaotic Stone Forest, he stood outside watching the commotion for a long time.

He even went up to strike a conversation after Fang Shuwen and the others came out.

This just went to show how immense his curiosity was.

And now, seeing a group of people climbing a mountain backward, he once again felt it was utterly bizarre.

So he wanted to get closer and see what was happening.

But as bad luck would have it, someone in the crowd recognized him.

Knowing he was a master from the Heaven-Cutting Saber’s Zhao Clan, they acted as if they’d found their backbone. In the ensuing scramble, they pushed him to the very front.

And as a result... he saw Fang Shuwen, covered in blood.

In that instant, Zhao Ziying’s feelings were quite complicated.

When he had first set foot in the Jianghu, someone had warned him that curiosity could sometimes get you killed.

It wasn’t that Zhao Ziying hadn’t taken those words to heart.

It was just that as his Martial Arts grew stronger, curiosity was rarely fatal for him.

But the moment he saw Fang Shuwen, he felt it again—’it seems my curiosity is finally about to get me killed.’

’But he didn’t get it. Isn’t Fang Shuwen also here for the Celestial Martial Grand Assembly?’

’He was just shouting from the foot of the mountain a moment ago...’

’How did things get so hostile now?’

He glanced at Fang Shuwen and wondered, ’If I tell him I was just curious and got pushed out by these guys to take the fall, will he let me go?’

But then he saw Fang Shuwen, who seemed to be weighing his options as well, look up with a smile.

"Since Brother Zhao is also here for the Celestial Martial Grand Assembly, why not join me?"

’This man is one of the Zhao Clan’s disciples. Fang Shuwen wanted to ask him about something, so naturally, he couldn’t kill him right now. Besides, from the looks of it, he wasn’t with that bloodthirsty mob, so there was even less reason to kill him.’

Zhao Ziying was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

"Yes, yes, of course."

Things were looking up for him, but not for the Jianghu people behind him.

They looked at each other, all a bit dumbfounded.

’They had thought that a man from the Heaven-Cutting Saber’s Zhao Clan would surely be enough to serve as their backbone.’

’But with a single sentence, their backbone had just switched sides?’

Someone couldn’t help but speak up:

"Hero Zhao, this man slaughtered commoners without reason! He’s a murder..."

WHOOSH.

Before the man could finish his sentence, his entire body shot straight toward Fang Shuwen.

Even Zhao Ziying was shocked. He thought to himself, ’To charge forward like that when facing this Demon Evil God... are Jianghu people these days all so brave?’

But before that thought had even finished, he saw the man plunge headfirst into Fang Shuwen’s palm.

The man was now trembling like a leaf, all his previous bravery gone, and he stammered repeatedly:

"Mercy, mercy! I... I know I was wrong! I’ll never do it again..."

Fang Shuwen didn’t recite the famous line, "It’s not that you know you were wrong," but instead asked with a smile:

"You didn’t finish what you were saying earlier. What did you say I was?"

"You... you..."

He wanted to say a few flattering words, but at the critical moment, he was at a loss for them and couldn’t get anything out.

But Fang Shuwen had no patience to hear him out. With a sharp CRACK...

Fang Shuwen had crushed the man’s head.

They were on a gentle slope halfway up the mountain, with a rock face to the left and a cliff to the right. With a flick of his hand, he tossed the corpse off the cliff.

Zhao Ziying sucked in a cold breath. ’This monster truly kills without batting an eye.’

Fang Shuwen glanced at him.

"Aren’t you coming over, Brother Zhao? Or could it be... you don’t want to travel with me?"

"No, no!"

Zhao Ziying shook his head like a drum-rattle and scurried behind Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen watched him in silence.

A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Ziying’s face. ’What is it now, O Killing God?’

Fang Shuwen spoke coolly:

"Are you standing behind me because you’re planning a sneak attack?"

The realization dawned on Zhao Ziying, and he quickly moved to stand in front of him.