The moment he captured the man in black, Fang Shuwen used the North Nether Divine Technique to drain him of all his Inner Strength.

Then, he found a place to secure the man and went back to killing...

Thanks to that powerful palm strike from the man in black, the scattering Fire Force killed most of the remaining men in red.

The remaining stragglers had no strength left to resist.

Fang Shuwen picked them off one by one, and within moments, the area was clean.

Once he had finished, he didn’t rush to deal with the man in black. Instead, he shouted to the surrounding area:

"Aren’t you coming out?"

Ye Feihua appeared silently not far from Fang Shuwen, her gaze complex as she looked upon the young man before her.

Corpses were scattered as far as the eye could see.

In the flickering firelight, most of the bodies were mangled and incomplete. Some had even been blown to pieces by Fang Shuwen’s devastating techniques.

’He actually managed to kill them all by himself!’

’It’s unbelievable!’

’It wasn’t just Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts that was shocking. What also stunned her was why the men in red didn’t flee, even when they knew they were no match for him.’

’When Fang Shuwen was picking them off at the end, some of them clearly still had the strength. They had a chance to escape while he was busy.’

’Whether they could have actually gotten away wasn’t a sure thing... but they showed no intention of even trying to flee.’

’Who exactly were these people?’

While she was lost in these thoughts, Fang Shuwen had already reached for the Seven-String Ancient Chapter at his waist, pulling it out and tossing it over.

Ye Feihua snapped back to her senses and hurriedly caught it. Feeling the warmth radiating from the Seven-String Ancient Chapter, she was in disbelief.

"You’re... really giving it to me?"

The terms Fang Shuwen had laid out for her earlier were very simple.

After Fang Shuwen dealt with the pursuers, he would give her the Seven-String Ancient Chapter in front of the other Jianghu people.

Ye Feihua understood the reasoning.

This was Fang Shuwen’s way of using her to extricate himself. From this point on, the Seven-String Ancient Chapter would have nothing to do with him. Anyone who wanted the Seven-String Ancient Chapter would have to come find her, Ye Feihua.

But as the Pavilion Master of Jinghua Pavilion, Ye Feihua was not afraid of such troubles.

That’s why the terms felt far too simple.

And after watching Fang Shuwen annihilate the group of men in red with such devastating ease, she couldn’t help but suspect he was just stringing her along.

’She wasn’t afraid of those people, so was Fang Shuwen?’

’With his level of Martial Arts, that bunch would never dare to trouble him again.’

So, even with the Seven-String Ancient Chapter in her hands, Ye Feihua found it hard to believe.

Fang Shuwen rolled his eyes.

"I’m a man of my word. When I promise something, I follow through."

"The Seven-String Ancient Chapter is useless to me, and I don’t want it. If you like it, you can keep it... However, you’ll have to bear the trouble that comes with it."

"Everyone... did you all understand that?"

The last sentence carried in all directions, spoken specifically for the Jianghu people hiding in the shadows.

Those people looked at each other, and far from being disappointed, their faces lit up with joy.

Fang Shuwen’s display of power had truly frightened them.

If he had insisted on keeping the Seven-String Ancient Chapter, then just as Ye Feihua had thought, they truly would not have dared to do anything to Fang Shuwen—at least, not openly.

Underhanded methods, of course, were another matter entirely.

But now that Fang Shuwen had given the Seven-String Ancient Chapter to Ye Feihua, they could completely avoid this Killing God.

For them, this was definitely good news.

It’s unknown which idiot suddenly shouted out:

"Young Hero, rest assured! From now on, we’ll only be going after Ye Feihua’s tro—"

Before he could get the last word out, Ye Feihua flicked a finger. The Finger Power sliced through the air, and with a muffled grunt, the speaker toppled backward at the base of a tree.

Ye Feihua sneered.

"Do you really take me for a pushover?"

"Pavilion Master Ye is truly impressive."

Fang Shuwen smiled, then went over to the large boulder and pushed it aside, retrieving a small bundle from underneath.

Inside were silver notes, the Jade Pearl Order from Zhuji Pavilion, some loose silver, and a few personal effects.

’He hadn’t expected his clothes to be burned away, but given that tonight’s battle was no small affair, he had hidden his things beforehand just to be safe.’

’It was a good thing he did. Otherwise, wouldn’t all the silver notes on his person have been burned to ash?’

’The loss would have been immense.’

After retrieving the small bundle, he slung the Blood-Sinking Demon Sword onto his back and picked up the limp man in black.

"Well then, Pavilion Master Ye. We’ll meet again someday."

"Go on."

Ye Feihua gave a slight fist-and-palm salute.

With a light tap of his foot, Fang Shuwen disappeared in a few leaps.

Ye Feihua let out a long sigh. Hearing the approaching footsteps from all around, she shook her head gently. With a single step, her figure vanished.

"She must still be nearby!"

"Use Hidden Weapons!"

"Don’t let her get away!!"

A new chase had begun, but this no longer had anything to do with Fang Shuwen.

...

...

Fang Shuwen’s figure landed on a hillside. His gaze swept the surroundings, and he shook his head slightly.

"He ran off pretty fast."

This was the spot where the young man with the sword had been hiding earlier.

While he was fighting, Fang Shuwen had sensed a gaze constantly fixed on him.

He had given no sign of noticing, only coming here quietly after he had captured the man in black.