Chapter 206: Chapter 129: The Might of the Demon Evil God

A muffled THUD startled the sleeping Fang Lingxin and Shui Qianrou awake.

Seeing the figure that had suddenly appeared in the room, Fang Lingxin was just about to make a move when she heard the SWISH SWISH SWISH of something cutting through the air from outside the window.

A piercing chill penetrated the window, filling the entire guest room.

Before she could get a clear look at what had been shot in, she saw the uninvited guest who had burst in earlier twist his hands. The objects that had just sliced through the air seemed to hit an invisible wall, scattering everywhere.

One of them landed right next to Fang Lingxin. By the moonlight, she saw that it was a sharp arrow.

Her mind went blank for a moment, then she heard a familiar voice say:

"Hold Shui Qianrou."

’It’s Master!’

Hearing Fang Shuwen’s voice, all of Fang Lingxin’s anxiety vanished.

With no time to ask about the situation, she immediately pulled Shui Qianrou into her arms.

Immediately after, she felt herself being lifted helplessly into Fang Shuwen’s grasp. The next moment, the world spun. The window SHATTERED, and Fang Shuwen leaped out of the room with her in tow.

But the instant they left the room, Fang Lingxin saw a large net hurtling toward them.

The massive net unfurled, revealing a multitude of assorted sharp blades tied to it, all glinting with a cold light.

Her heart clenched. Then, she heard Fang Shuwen let out a cold snort.

He swept out a single move from the Unskilled Palm Technique—Broken Stream.

Invisible Piercing Void Palm Power batted the net aside. At that exact moment, another group of people suddenly appeared on the opposite rooftop. They held Iron Thorns, and with a SWISH SWISH SWISH, they flung them down into the street below the inn’s window.

If Fang Shuwen were to land there, his feet would inevitably be pierced by the Iron Thorns.

But Fang Shuwen took a sharp breath and executed Ascending the Clouds, taking two steps on empty air. He was already about to reach the opposite rooftop. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

This scene left the group on the other side dumbfounded.

Those holding the Iron Thorns retreated one after another, making way for the archers behind them. Someone shouted:

"Fire! He’s in mid-air with nowhere to dodge! Be careful not to kill the girl with him."

SWISH SWISH SWISH, SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Countless arrows once again sliced through the air. Fang Shuwen was indeed in mid-air with nowhere to dodge. Although the Cyan Cloud Step was an excellent Lightweight Technique, it did not grant him the ability to twist and turn in the sky.

However, he had no need to dodge.

Holding Fang Lingxin with his right hand, he suddenly thrust his left palm forward.

RUMBLE!!!

A deep roar of wind mixed with infinite Palm Power. The moment he struck, the arrows that had just reached him seemed to hit an invisible wall, trembling as they were stopped in their tracks, unable to advance another inch.

This was followed by a crushing force that shattered the arrows to pieces. In an instant, that same invisible power enveloped the group on the opposite rooftop.

BANG BANG BANG, BANG BANG BANG!!!

The first few people to bear the brunt of the attack were instantly blasted into clouds of blood mist by the terrifying Palm Power.

Those behind them didn’t suffer as gruesome a fate, but they were still killed by the Palm Power, their bodies torn to shreds.

Only the last few, who were furthest away, managed to keep their bodies intact.

But they, too, spat out mouthfuls of blood and fell from the eaves, killed on the spot by the shockwave.

Only then did Fang Shuwen land on the opposite rooftop, setting down Fang Lingxin and Shui Qianrou.

His gaze shifted to another rooftop.

On that rooftop stood another group of people.

Men and women, tall and short, including a monk—there were more than ten people in total.

But the most eye-catching among them was a very young-looking man.

Despite the dead of winter, he wore thin clothing. While everyone else stood, he sat on a large chair.

Four expressionless people stood around the chair, allowing him to sit perfectly steady, even on a rooftop.

Though he looked young, he had a head of white hair that danced in the wind, making him stand out even more.

A woman was nestled in his arms.

The young man’s hand slipped down into the woman’s collar from above as he whispered in her ear, causing her to giggle coquettishly.

From start to finish, he never once glanced at Fang Shuwen.

The commotion from the ambush was huge, and many of the Jianghu people in the inn had long since been alerted.

Some were even caught in the crossfire, shot with an arrow out of nowhere while sleeping soundly.

In an instant, a motley crew of Jianghu people leaped from their rooms onto the rooftops, wanting to see what all the fuss was about.

’Who was making such a ruckus in the middle of the night, disturbing everyone’s sleep?’

But when they saw that group of men and women, many of their pupils contracted sharply.

"That monk... is that the Unclean Monk from the Joyful Zen Temple?"

"Bone-Crushing, Marrow-Sucking Du Hanjuan! It’s that fiend from the Flower Moon Sect!

"An elder from my sect... died in her bed."

"What a tragedy. He was a man of two hundred pounds, yet when he was found, he weighed less than sixty."

"Blood-robed Leng Changkong! Black Heart Granny! Ghost-Handed Sikong Jue! Thousand Cuts and Hundred Slashes Mo Liusheng!!"

"Why are all these infamous masters of the Demon Dao gathered here?"

"Is it because of that young man across from them?"

"Who on earth is that young man? How can he alone bring so many Demon Dao masters together?"

"Strange, and who’s that white-haired man with those Demon Dao masters?"

"That woman in his arms... why does she look so familiar?"

"HISS!!"

"She’s the Vice Sect Leader of the Flower Moon Sect, Tender Place—Qian Fangxue!!"