Chapter 82
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Chapter 82: Mysterious Power!
Fang Yu turned his body and directly reached out to grab the blade.
In front of him stood a thin, dark-skinned young man, his eyes filled with fierce light.
He forcefully twisted the blade, attempting to injure Fang Yu’s hand.
“Crack!”
Fang Yu squeezed hard, and the blade was crushed in his grip!
The thin man’s eyes flashed with astonishment as his left hand moved to his waist, seemingly trying to retrieve something.
Fang Yu grabbed his left hand, preventing him from pulling out whatever it was.
“Are you trying to kill me right from the start? I have no enmity with you, so why bother?” Fang Yu said.
The thin man gritted his teeth, using all his strength to break free from Fang Yu’s grip, but he couldn’t move at all.
At that moment, he suddenly began to chant some obscure incantation.
“Crack…”
A sound echoed from the rock wall behind him.
Fang Yu’s expression changed slightly; he turned to see a mask hanging on the wall shaking violently.
“Whoosh!”
Then, the mask detached from the wall and flew toward Fang Yu!
Taking advantage of Fang Yu’s distraction, the thin man shouted angrily and stepped aside.
The mask flew directly onto the thin man’s face, perfectly covering it!
The eyes of the mask immediately glowed with a dark light!
At the same time, an extremely strong aura erupted from the thin man!
“What kind of technique is this? Harnessing the power of a corpse?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, finding it quite interesting.
After putting on the mask, the thin man seemed to grow several inches taller and threw a punch at Fang Yu’s head!
Fang Yu raised his left hand to block the punch.
“Boom!”
With a loud crash, Fang Yu took a step back.
The thin man, now wearing the mask, was much stronger than Fang Yu had imagined.
Fang Yu’s curiosity deepened.
What kind of miraculous technique was this?
The thin man was originally just a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, but after donning the mask, his aura and strength had multiplied several times.
At this moment, the thin man’s power was likely above that of a martial arts master!
The thin man stepped forward, his right fist glowing with dark light, and punched toward Fang Yu again.
Fang Yu dodged the punch.
“Boom!”
The rock wall behind Fang Yu was blasted out, creating a large hole!
Fang Yu moved behind the thin man and kicked toward his back.
The thin man’s reaction was incredibly quick; he turned and met the kick with his palm!
“Bang!”
With a loud sound, the thin man was sent flying several meters back but quickly stabilized himself.
Fang Yu was filled with surprise.
The thin man, after putting on the mask, was incredibly strong.
Fang Yu had used at least twenty percent of his strength in that kick, yet the thin man had withstood it with his palm without injury!
The thin man stood still, looking at Fang Yu, and asked, “Who are you?”
His voice was strange, deep and murky, sounding like a corpse speaking from within a coffin.
“You should have asked this before you attacked. What’s the point of asking now? You already want to kill me,” Fang Yu replied indifferently.
The thin man fell silent. The mask on his face suddenly emitted a strong black light from his eyes!
Fang Yu felt his mind go blank, instantly losing the ability to think.
Seizing this opportunity, the thin man charged at Fang Yu, his right fist glowing with dark light, and punched toward Fang Yu’s chest.
“Bang!”
Fang Yu was struck hard, his body flying off the edge of the cliff, disappearing from sight.
The thin man walked to the edge of the cliff, looking down at the clouds below, and let out a piercing laugh.
“This mask actually has the ability to control minds… I really underestimated it.”
At that moment, Fang Yu’s voice suddenly came from behind the thin man.
How… is this possible?
Didn’t he just fall?
The thin man’s laughter halted abruptly as he turned around to see Fang Yu, smiling, standing right in front of him.
Fang Yu had clearly taken a heavy blow just now, so how did he look completely unscathed!?
“Actually, your weakness is quite obvious. Did you know that?” Fang Yu said.
The thin man stepped back and threw another punch at Fang Yu.
Fang Yu tilted his head, easily dodging the punch.
Then, he punched the thin man’s mask.
“Crack!”
The stone mask shattered instantly, revealing the thin man’s terrified face.
“See? Now you’ve become a useless person again,” Fang Yu said with a cold smile.
“You, you… what are you…” The thin man looked at Fang Yu, sweat beading on his forehead, filled with fear.
Fang Yu remained silent and kicked the thin man’s knee.
“Crack!”
The thin man let out a scream, stepping back and losing his balance, directly falling off the cliff.
Behind him was a cliff over three thousand meters high!
But just as he was about to plummet, Fang Yu stepped on his palm.
The thin man’s body dangled over the edge of the cliff, three thousand meters high.
“Tell me, what sect are you a part of?” Fang Yu asked.
The thin man, filled with terror, trembled as he said, “I’m not an evil cultivator; I’m a member of the Xuanming Clan.”
Xuanming Clan?
Fang Yu frowned slightly; he had never heard of this clan.
However, the altar the thin man had set up and the techniques he used were clearly related to dark arts.
“If you kill me, my clan will definitely find you to avenge me!” The thin man looked at Fang Yu and shouted.
“You were the one who attacked me first; get that straight,” Fang Yu replied calmly.
The thin man saw Fang Yu’s expression and knew he wouldn’t let him go.
So, he bit his tongue, using his left hand to smear the blood on his eyelids while chanting an incantation.
“Elders, look closely; this is the person who killed me! You must avenge me!” The thin man opened his eyes, staring intently at Fang Yu’s face.
Fang Yu frowned.
“Hahaha… Soon everyone in my clan will know that you killed me! They will find you; they will definitely find you!” The thin man laughed maniacally.
“Can I still save you if I pull you back up now?” Fang Yu suddenly asked.
The thin man’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly replied, “Of course! As long as you spare my life, I promise not to pursue this matter any further.”
Though he said this, the thin man’s heart was filled with resentment.
That ghostly mask was something every adult member of the Xuanming Clan had to create.
And the thin man’s mask had taken years to make, with the raw material being the corpse of a Core Formation cultivator who died a thousand years ago.
To obtain that corpse, the thin man had spent a tremendous amount of money and effort.
But now, the carefully crafted mask had been shattered by Fang Yu’s punch.
The thin man had suffered a tremendous loss; how could he easily let Fang Yu go?
“You’re not sincere enough,” Fang Yu said, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
“You…” The thin man’s eyes widened, about to speak.
But Fang Yu released his foot.
“Ah…”
The thin man’s scream echoed through the air.
Fang Yu remained expressionless as he turned and walked back to the table.
At that moment, he noticed that the two bowls had already shattered, and the candles on the table had all gone out.
“The Xuanming Clan… interesting,” Fang Yu thought to himself.
…
In a remote mountainous area in the southwest.
An old man was kneeling on a mat, his eyes tightly closed.
In front of him was a wall, on which hung a ghostly mask similar to the one Fang Yu had seen.
The old man appeared serene, seemingly meditating.
But suddenly, his expression changed, and he opened his eyes, which glowed with a dark light.
He saw an image.
In the image was the indifferent face of a young man.
“Elders, look closely; this is the person who killed me! You must avenge me!”
It was A Jiu!
The old man sprang to his feet, his face extremely grim.
The dark light in his eyes quickly faded, and the image abruptly stopped.
The old man’s expression shifted rapidly, and he quickly walked out of the grass hut.
At that moment, several others emerged from nearby huts.
“Did you all see it?” the old man asked in a deep voice.
“Clan leader, we saw it; A Jiu was attacked by someone…” The surrounding elders all looked grim.
“The altar for borrowing souls was built in the Tianji Mountain Range. You must send people there immediately to investigate and find that young man in the image! We must avenge A Jiu!” The clan leader’s eyes were sharp as he spoke sternly.
“Yes!” The elders nodded.
