Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 107 - 45: The Two Women (3)

Seeing the situation, he subconsciously felt relieved.

He knew very well that the Master was now a Second Blood Martial Artist, and among them, he was considered one of the more powerful ones.

Sure enough.

The arena was a whirlwind of saber light. The two exchanged blows for only a few rounds before a bloody gash opened on the rider's body.

"Ah!"

"Sixth Son!"

The remaining two didn't have time to adjust their horses and charged in succession, one wielding an axe and the other holding a Treasure Sword.

The sword,

though seemingly a common weapon, was actually rarely used by Martial Artists from the Otherworld according to Fang Zheng's experiences.

Because the sword is brittle, it can't withstand heavy impact.

It's less effective for slashing compared to a saber, and while thrusts can be lethal, they're still not as effective as spears, thus it's often considered ornamental.

Also, swordsmanship is hard to master; achieving the level of Yu Yanghong is indeed rare.

Typically, those who use swords are either incompetent or true experts.

"Swish!"

The swordsman rushed forward with flashing blade in hand, launching more than ten strikes in an instant, with the sword wind howling and a chilling aura surrounding him.

Fast Sword!

The speed and ferocity of the swordsman's attack made Fang Zheng alert, not daring to be careless, pushing his Saber Technique to the limit.

Second Blood Martial Artist?

It's no wonder he dared to provoke the Linghu family; even among those on the run, there was a Second Blood Martial Artist.

Unlucky!

His thoughts raced, and he didn't dare hold back, wielding his Long Saber, guarding steadily in all directions, while the well-practiced Five-Element Saber Technique showed its sharpness.

After all, he was versed in dozens of Martial Arts, so his skills were not lacking.

"Ding ding dang dang..."

Even though he was slightly at a disadvantage, he could hold his ground for the moment against three opponents.

"Ah!"

Seeing that the battle wasn't ending quickly, one of them suddenly roared, his eyes turning blood-red in an instant, and his axe swung with increased power.

Fang Zheng could feel the pressure intensifying.

What kind of Evil Technique is this?

The Martial Arts from the Otherworld are truly strange; besides the Divine Strike, there were also similar techniques, and these few seemed to know some Dharma Gate that could drastically increase their strength, catching people off guard.

No longer can I wait!

"Phew..."

Exhaling heavily, Fang Zheng's eyes focused, his arm gripping the saber bulged with veins, and the compressed saber light expanded with it.

"Puff puff!"

"Puff..."

Power into the Marrow!

In an instant, he erupted with a force equivalent to a Three Blood Martial Artist, and the raging saber light instantly shattered the approaching three weapons.

Seizing the opportunity, he charged forward, slicing across one of their throats.

Blood splattered!

"No..."

The swordsman's eyes widened, shouting in fury.

"Big brother, run!" The axeman, knowing the situation was hopeless, retreated while shouting madly:

"Run, and we'll take revenge another time when we have the chance!"

With a roar, he lunged at Fang Zheng, not defending but wildly striking with the giant axe, forcing Fang Zheng to temporarily retreat.

First with zeal, then exhaustion, eventually they falter, the axeman, though brave, only persisted for a few breaths before being beheaded.

By the time Fang Zheng rushed out the door, the swordsman was already galloping through the gap.

"Hmph!"

With a low snort, he leapt onto the wall, using the rooftops to pursue the horse.

Eliminate all evil.

Moreover, from the situation earlier, the three seemed deeply connected; having killed two, the remaining one wouldn't let it go.

One cannot forever guard against a thief.

Therefore...

He must not escape!

Fang Zheng was familiar with the nearby routes and, by taking the rooftops, he steadily closed the distance, though still not quite catching up.

Just then, his eyes lit up, shouting urgently:

"Chief Luo!"

"Stop him!"

"Oh?" Chief Luo, on his way to support, raised his brows, charging towards the galloping horse, smacking its head with a mighty grip.

"Bang!"

The terrifying strength of the Three Blood Martial Artist, combined with skill, pinned the charging horse down.

The rider was thrown off.

This showed that while a Second Blood Martial Artist could unleash power comparable to Three Blood, their overall strength was lacking.

Moments later.

Fang Zheng halted breathlessly, watching Chief Luo inspect the body.

"Indeed."

Standing up, Chief Luo looked grim:

"This person was also an enemy of the Linghu family. Who would have thought that on the Linghu family's ancestral worship day, their old residence would be attacked?"

"Hmm..."

"They likely fell into a luring-away-the-tiger trap."

Even on an ancestral worship day, experts would be left behind in the family – thanks to the terrain, any incoming foes would be easily handled.

But this time, to prevent anyone from disrupting the ancestral tomb Feng Shui, Linghu An took almost all the experts, leaving only the elderly, women, and children at home.

The situation over there...

Is dire!

"Young Master Fang."

Chief Luo stroked his chin, saying:

"That person used the Wind-Smashing Swift Sword earlier. There might be some trouble involved, so you should come by later."

Since they were partners now, they naturally wouldn't hide things from each other.

Fang Zheng's expression darkened.

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In such a situation, the two women naturally did not find it suitable to head to the restaurant. Fortunately, the Fang Mansion had plenty of empty rooms, and the two women, being from a humble background, didn't mind staying over for a night.

Closing the curtains, Liu Qinghuan turned to Jin Shu, her earlier fright now disappeared, and she said:

"This Young Master Fang is really odd. Such a large residence and yet there aren't even a few people, not even maids to clean."

"Yes."

Jin Shu nodded:

"Young Master Fang..."

"Truly eccentric."

"I inquired with that butler Wu Hai." Liu Qinghuan fiddled with her fingers:

"It's said that this Young Master Fang comes from an extraordinary background, but due to certain reasons, he has fallen to this state."

"Oh!"

Jin Shu raised her head; the thin veil on her face was already removed, revealing her exquisite features, and her beautiful eyes flickered:

"What a coincidence."

"Indeed." Liu Qinghuan nodded:

"He's young, yet his Xiqin playing is incredibly skilled, his melodies are extraordinary, and his Martial Arts have reached the Power into the Marrow level; it seems he's also started the Refining the Internal Organs."

"And the words he spoke, I've never heard them before?"

"Interesting!"

"This has nothing to do with us." Jin Shu lowered her head, sewing clothes with needle and thread:

"We're here just to live a peaceful life."

"I know."

Liu Qinghuan nodded, stepped forward, embraced Jin Shu, and they pressed cheeks together, murmuring:

"To stay away from trouble..."

"As long as we have each other."

"Yes."

......

At midnight, Fang Zheng was called to the Linghu Mansion.

Once a place of prosperity and grandeur, now...

The ground was in ruins, houses collapsed, and fires not fully extinguished.

The blood on the ground hadn't been cleaned, cries and sobs echoed from all around, and everyone he encountered wore a somber expression.

"What a tragedy!"

"Not even the women and children were spared..."

"These people went too far!"

"..."

Fang Zheng glanced at Chief Luo, who motioned for him to wait a moment.

"Clomp clomp..."

Before long, the sound of urgent footsteps approached, several figures entered the hall, accompanied by a chilling, murderous aura.

This aura was so intense it seemed palpable, making it hard to breathe.

Even Fang Zheng felt his heart race, looking towards the leading figure.

Linghu An!

He had rushed back overnight.