Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 1030 - 286: No One Dares to Stop

Swoosh!

The blade of the long-handled Guandao ripped through the air, its piercing howl suddenly resounding behind Fan Wu.

The edge of the blade was so sharp, it seemed as if it could split steel.

Atop the blade, radiant lights surged, evidently enhanced by mana.

In that moment, the Shangwu Dynasty commander wielding the Guandao bore an exceptionally ferocious countenance, as if he could already envision Fan Wu’s head dropping to the ground in the next instant.

He was confident that this strike of his, let alone a person’s head, could even sever the head of a weaker Demon or Devil!

Even if he were to face a solid iron plate one zhang thick, he was convinced he could split it in two.

Clang!

However, when the blade of this long-handled Guandao made zero distance contact with the back of Fan Wu’s neck, a jarring metal-on-metal clash erupted.

The commander could even see the area where the Guandao made contact with the neck, sparking intense flashes of light.

Immediately after, he felt a great rebounding force transmitted from the blade to the handle, and then into the palm of his hands.

At that moment, the base of both of his palms split open, his blood dyeing the blade of the Guandao and dripping down to the ground drop by drop.

The intense pain in his hands nearly caused him to drop the Guandao; if it weren’t for him gritting his teeth and gripping it tightly, the blade would have likely fallen to the ground.

The commander watched, dumbfounded, as a clearly visible notch appeared on the edge of his Guandao’s blade—a very conspicuous one at that.

And from this notch, numerous fine cracks spread in all directions, completely traversing the entire blade of the Guandao in less than the span of a breath.

Crash!

The blade of the Guandao came apart, scattering into metallic fragments on the ground, leaving only the handle intact.

This scene left the commander utterly stupefied; he had not expected that his strike would fail to even cut through the skin on the back of Fan Wu’s neck, much less behead him.

"This... this... this..."

Clutching the now useless handle in his hands, he hastily retreated two or three steps, feeling the sharp pain at the base of his palms. He stared at the back of Fan Wu, his gaze filled with horror: "You... you... what sort of Demon or Devil are you?!"

Meanwhile, Fan Wu lightly touched the back of his neck where he had been struck, then turned around at a very calm pace to face the commander who had just attempted to sneak attack him.

Truth be told, he had sensed the coming attack quite early on, but simply chose not to mind it.

It was normal for him not to mind, as the blow upon his neck had caused him absolutely no pain.

Although not to say there was no sensation whatsoever.

But the feeling it gave him was akin to someone blowing on the back of his neck, nothing more.

"It looks like you caught me at a vulnerable moment, pity your strike lacked the strength and the speed. If your power was increased ten-thousandfold, perhaps you could have managed to pierce the skin and make me bleed a few drops today," Fan Wu said.

After uttering those words, Fan Wu reached out and grabbed the empty handle of the blade from the other’s hand, then gave it a gentle tug.

And in doing so, pulled the man toward himself.

The military leader of the Shangwu Dynasty stood no chance against Fan Wu’s strength. As Fan Wu pulled him, he staggered and took several steps forward.

Before he could fully react, he found a large hand, not knowing when, had grabbed his own, clutching the golden helmet on his head.

’Not good!’

A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, making him inwardly cry out in alarm, attempting to quickly break free from the hold of Fan Wu’s hand.

But he found Fan Wu’s power to be monstrously great, making it impossible to break free.

"Since you’re so polite, then allow me to return the favor!" Fan Wu firmly gripped the golden helmet on the other’s head, then fiercely pressed it down towards the ground.

This military leader of the Shangwu Dynasty was directly forced down by Fan Wu, his head making intimate contact with the ground.

Boom!!!

This immense force caused the leader’s head to collide with the earth below him, instantly shattering the intact blue stone slabs, creating a crater with a diameter of over ten meters in the ground.

The golden helmet on his head also shattered in that instant, his entire head distortingly twisted in a most eerie way, with blood violently spouting from his mouth and nose, and teeth shattered apart.

His eyes kept rolling back, the whites filled with blood vessels, and he lost consciousness in a blink.

And the life in him also started to drain away at this moment, with gushing blood unstoppable.

This scene was so stunning that many soldiers of the Shangwu Dynasty were dumbfounded, yet none of them dared to step forward to rescue their leader.

And so...

All they could do was to watch helplessly as Fan Wu and the others left the place at an unhurried pace.

Their speed was so slow, it was as if they were out on an outing, utterly disregarding the warriors of the Shangwu Dynasty.

Only when the backs of Fan Wu and the others disappeared from their sight did they dare to rush over to check the situation.

"Hiss! General Hai... he’s stopped breathing!!" One of the soldiers could not help but exclaim in shock, "He... he died by the hands of Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple!"

A group of military officers looked at each other, each swallowing their saliva silently.

They had not expected that such a renowned general of their Shangwu Dynasty would die so inexplicably and hastily.

Perhaps they should never have attempted to encircle and suppress Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple in the first place because he was simply not someone they were qualified to encircle and suppress.

"What... what do we do now? Did we just let that Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple go? Would this be considered disobeying an imperial decree? After all, the Imperial Court commanded us to capture him alive, and if not, to kill him. Now, not only have we failed to capture him alive, but we have also failed to kill him. We even watched as he walked away. If the Imperial Court finds out, they will surely blame us."

"What else can we do? If you have the ability, get on a horse and go kill Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple! Just from one strike, thousands of us were brought down. How can we fight that? We can’t fight it! We can’t win!"

"Dammit... how could there be someone so monstrously strong? And how can such a powerful person not belong to our Shangwu Dynasty but instead hail from some damn Great Zhou Dynasty, a place I’ve never even heard of."

"..."

Tens of thousands of troops.

Utter horror!

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