A piercing scream spread.
The man in black retreated, fell down, leaving his blood-drenched soles behind.
Half of his foot remained on his leg, bloodied and messy, with blood pouring out.
If the Vice Sect Leader hadn’t been entangled by other men in black, this man would certainly have been dead.
"Hahaha, a bunch of chickens and dogs, you think you can destroy the Flying Eagle Sect?"
The Vice Sect Leader laughed wildly, his iron fan sweeping all directions, imposing and unrivaled.
That iron fan, like a divine weapon, cleaved through everything in its path, severing all in two!
Tables scattered, stools broken, and porcelain shattered completely.
With every swing of the iron fan, terrifying strong winds arose, scraping painfully against faces.
Countless shards were swept up, scattering wildly like hidden weapons.
Several men in black had to deal not only with the powerful iron fan but also watch for flying shards, under immense pressure and severe headaches.
The limited space inside the room constrained the fierce melee, making it difficult for them to maneuver.
Moreover, the men in black outnumbered their opponents.
Seeing this situation, Fang Zhixing stood at the doorway, not recklessly joining the fray.
Soon however, another man in black, caught off guard, got struck by the iron fan across his chest.
His clothing ripped instantly, a massive amount of blood seeped out, staining his chest, the wound exposing bone.
The man in black clutched his chest, staggered back, unable to continue fighting.
"Hmph, you didn’t even strengthen your defense, what capability are you displaying?"
The Vice Sect Leader sneered, and with a swift motion, he violently kicked toward the man in black’s chest.
In that instant, Fang Zhixing suddenly flickered, appeared like a ghost, blocking in front of the man in black and retaliated with a kick.
The two feet met mid-air!
A ring of circular airwaves spread out!
Fang Zhixing withdrew his leg, landed, and stood firm as Mount Tai.
The Vice Sect Leader was blown backwards, staggering until he hit a wall; only then he stopped, his back against it.
He raised his head, a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
His leg trembled uncontrollably.
Before he could catch his breath, a man in black wielding a sword fiercely pounced.
The Vice Sect Leader’s expression became stern as he turned around and swiftly brandished his iron fan to meet the attack.
The two weapons clashed violently, the sharp sounds of metal striking metal echoing incessantly.
The man in black’s sword skills were sharp, his blade chopping and cutting at the iron fan, sending off dazzling sparks.
The Vice Sect Leader’s expression slightly darkened, he shifted positions, creating space, and repeatedly flipped his wrist, pulling the iron fan back and forth extensively.
The fan shadow was dense, impervious like a tight screen, covering a vast space.
The man in black’s sword strokes were hindered; each thrust repelled by the iron fan, ineffective and returning void, struggling to break through the Vice Sect Leader’s defense.
Suddenly, a crackling sound!
His long sword suddenly halted.
It was accidentally caught in the crevice of the iron fan and couldn’t be pulled out.
The Vice Sect Leader, upon seeing this, quickly twisted the iron fan, and under a rapid flip, the iron fan, carrying the long sword, swirled up like a whirlwind.
The man in black felt a terrifying force approaching and uncontrollably let go of the sword as it flew out.
"That’s all there is?"
The Vice Sect Leader’s eyes were cold, his killing intent harsh, the iron fan abruptly contracted, directly breaking off the long sword, then thrust forward.
The iron fan directly hit the other man in black’s chest, whose pupils shrank, and desperately crossed his arms in front of his chest.
The iron fan finally struck his right arm; he groaned, his feet sliding across the ground for a distance.
"Everyone stand back!"
Just then, another burly man in black stepped forward, throwing a savage straight punch.
The fist smashed against the iron fan.
The Vice Sect Leader’s body shook, and he was also sliding backwards, his expression involuntarily turning solemn.
"Oh, you’re actually in the Five Beasts Realm!"
The Vice Sect Leader took a deep breath.
This man in black was unique, his face covered with a red mask.
Fang Zhixing clearly remembered, this man was one of the three Five Beasts Realm masters that Xigou had discovered.
The man in the red mask sneered, "Han Qunhui, you handle your iron fan quite skillfully, I’ll give you a match."
The Vice Sect Leader, by name Han Qunhui, scrutinized the red mask, and suspiciously inquired, "Who are you, you seem to know Han very well?"
The man in the red mask had an extremely venomous look in his eyes, coldly said, "Eight years ago, you led men to destroy the Liu Family estate. I’ve long wanted to seek revenge."
Han Qunhui narrowed his eyes, slightly perplexed, said, "The Liu estate was wiped out by me, leaving no survivors; how did you know it was me who did it?"
The man in the red mask snorted coldly, "I was there that day, just a beggar by the roadside. Naturally, you didn’t consider me important."
Han Qunhui was taken aback, astonished, "So, you are not from the Liu estate, then why are you seeking revenge on me?"
The man in the red mask calmly stated, "When I was about to die of hunger, the head of Liu granted me a meal, and I swore to avenge him."
Han Qunhui was speechless, thought for a moment, incredulously said, "But that’s not right, how could you possibly have such strength in just eight short years, you’re bluffing."
The man in the red mask scoffed, coldly said, "Haven’t you heard of the ’Limit-breaking Pill’? That wonderful thing?"
Upon hearing this, Han Qunhui suddenly realized, scoffed with a laugh, "So that’s it, the Limit-breaking Pill has always been a secret medicine used by the nobilities to nurture you dogs, but you might not know, the Limit-breaking Pill is actually a kind of poison that encourages growth but with extensive side effects, massive and unpredictable."