Chapter 625

Thus, these Kanlishen Sect disciples waited, each wearing garments of different colors representing their respective peaks, bickering and fighting fiercely among themselves.

Boom!

Suddenly, several disciples seemed to strike out in the midst of their quarrel; one disciple was punched and flung airborne, tumbling toward the Blood River.

Fang Yu saw the falling disciple—it was clearly a disciple of Shengjifeng.

"Danger!"

Yang Anru's expression changed instantly; she recognized the falling disciple as one of her own Shengjifeng disciples—a female disciple—and if she fell into the Blood River, she would be doomed beyond redemption.

Within the Blood River, countless blood-evil qi seemed to sense someone falling; instantly, rolling blood-evil qi coalesced into a massive blood hand, lashing out to seize the disciple.

Fang Yu's will shifted; his body flashed, arriving instantly above the Blood River, and at the eleventh hour, he unleashed two Great Dao techniques!

Great Entanglement Art.

Great Slaughter Art.

The entangling threads caught the female disciple just before she plunged in.

And the Great Slaughter Art, in this place of baleful slaughter, seemed almost ecstatic; sword light swirled, shattering and absorbing the malevolent qi, instantly obliterating the blood hand.

The two Great Dao techniques flowed together, instantly saving the female disciple.

"Dare to save someone? You're asking for death!"

A powerful cultivator suddenly sneered, lunging at Fang Yu with a punch; instantly, a furious palm wind surged forth, aiming to force Fang Yu and the rescued woman back into the Blood River—doomed beyond redemption.

"Damn, the internal strife in Kanlishen Sect is even worse than in Yuhua Sect."

Seeing the powerful cultivator try to hurl him and the Shengjifeng female disciple into the Blood River, Fang Yu sneered, unmoved; he immediately activated the Great Devouring Art, swallowing all the force, then took a step forward, landing firmly on the Blood River's shore.

"Senior Sister…"

At this moment, Yang Anru also flew over, arriving at the shore.

At this moment, Yang Anru also flew over and landed on the shore; many Shengjifeng disciples rushed forward, surrounding the center; Fang Yu retracted the Great Entanglement Art, releasing the rescued woman, who, still trembling from shock, regained her composure and stepped forward to thank him.

"This is your senior brother and senior sister—the disciple our Master has taken. From now on, their words are my words. Understood?"

Yang Anru hurriedly said.

Instantly, the hundred-odd disciples present all bowed: "Greetings, Senior Brother and Senior Sister."

"Hmm."

Fang Yu nodded.

Fang Qingxue said nothing, merely watching it all with a detached gaze.

"Zhang Yan, what are you doing? You've shaken one of our Shengjifeng disciples into the Blood River before everyone's eyes—has your Luodang Peak become so lawless that you disregard sect rules so utterly?"

Yang Anru turned sharply toward the man who had struck.

The man had a sly, cruel face; hearing Yang Anru's accusation, he coughed lightly and said coolly, "She didn't fall in, did she? What sect rule did I break? Disciple sparring and dueling within the sect isn't unusual."

"Indeed, not unusual. Then step forward—I'll spar with you."

Yang Anru said.

The man named Zhang Yan smiled: "You're the chief disciple of Shengjifeng; I'm just an ordinary disciple of Luodang Peak. If you want to spar with me, forget it—but anyone else is welcome."

"Enough nonsense. You attacked my Shengjifeng disciple—I'll throw you into the Blood River yourself and let you taste its flavor."

Yang Anru sneered, her hand moving instantly; she unleashed the Great Entanglement Art from the Three Thousand Great Daos. Countless threads, like ghosts, coiled toward Zhang Yan, lashing at his face.

The man dodged frantically, yet could not escape; even as he unleashed countless supreme techniques, divine flames erupted, and thunder flashed—he still could not break free.

Before all eyes, the man was bound by a whip-like thread, flung high into the air, his dignity utterly trampled.

"Audacious!"

At that moment, a voice like thunder rang from the sky, shaking the Blood River into rolling waves; a figure streaked from afar at blinding speed. Before he arrived, a Great Cutting Force sliced through the air, striking Yang Anru.

The figure had unleashed the Great Cutting Art from the Three Thousand Great Daos!

Yang Anru's face changed; her whole body trembled. She realized if she kept holding the male disciple, she'd be at a disadvantage—she immediately released him, and the entangling force surged into a cloud-like barrier before her.

The terrifying cutting force struck the entangling barrier instantly; a massive explosion erupted. Yang Anru's face turned pale in an instant; the flying man remained expressionless, reaching out with a powerful true qi grasp that pulled Zhang Yan back from the river's edge and returned him to his own side.

The man then fully appeared—tall, slender, standing with hands behind his back, his robes seeming to brim with power.

"Chief disciple of Luodang Peak, Zhang Jin."

Yang Anru, seeing the man, named him: "Zhang Jin, what are you doing? Allowing your disciple to injure our Shengjifeng disciple—how dare you be so arrogant?"

"Arrogant? I didn't see your Shengjifeng disciples being bullied—I saw your chief disciple bullying my Luodang Peak disciple. Zhang Yan, isn't that right?"

The tall man, Zhang Jin, sneered coldly.

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother—it's true. The Immortal Mansion has emerged, and the stone bridge over the Blood River broke. We were discussing how to cross when this Shengjifeng disciple claimed the Immortal Mansion belonged solely to them and we couldn't claim it. We argued, and then Yang Anru flew over and tried to throw me into the Blood River."

The man named Zhang Yan hurriedly said.

"Now what do you say?"

Zhang Jin, with hands behind his back, said: "Yang Anru, that's how it happened. Your Shengjifeng is utterly unreasonable. I have no choice but to teach you a lesson, so you don't abuse your power. Come—fight me!"

At the end, Zhang Jin roared, his voice shaking the air: "Today, if I don't humiliate you utterly, I won't bear the surname Zhang. From now on, every disciple of your Shengjifeng lineage must bow respectfully when they see mine."

"Hmph. I'm not afraid of you."

Yang Anru sneered and stepped forward, but Fang Yu moved ahead, blocking her.

"I'll handle him. I want to see what he's made of."

"Be careful."

Yang Anru nodded; she knew Zhang Jin's cultivation base was deep—she might not win—but if Fang Yu fought, victory was far more likely.

As for Fang Qingxue nearby, she watched calmly, showing not the slightest worry.

"Aren't you worried about your younger brother?"

Yang Anru glanced at Fang Qingxue nearby, seeming surprised.

"Before my younger brother Fang Yu, he's nothing but a pile of dirt and broken pottery."

Fang Qingxue said coolly.

"…"