Chapter 662: He

Fang Yu glanced at the demon spider, and it died instantly.

Fang Yu could no longer wait for the little guy to bicker with the demon spider—they'd been talking for so long without even fighting, which was simply too much.

So Fang Yu cast a glance and slew the demon spider.

It's just a spider, good for medicine; why so much nonsense?

Not far away, the Sixteenth Princess of the imperial city, the young lady of the Lei clan, and several young youths all wore expressions of shock—they had never imagined someone would actually slay a demon spider in broad daylight. Who was this person? Every heart was stirred by a storm of awe.

The spider before them, even in death, still looked terrifying—its body massive, several zhang long, each of its eight legs thick as spears. How many in this generation of humans could face such a creature?

"Master, I remember. It's just a spider—no need for so many words."

The little guy nodded, pulling out a small bowl from his hand; light flowed from it, instantly absorbing the dead spider inside.

"One of the Five Ancient Poisons—used even in divine medicinal elixirs. This is the primary ingredient."

The little guy murmured softly.

The onlookers were utterly stunned—they had just witnessed such a pair of master and disciple, how dare they be so bold?

Such a powerful pure-blooded being—even if slain—deserved respect, yet the child treated it as a main ingredient?

This was a direct slap in the face of the Demon Linghu!

"I wonder who the two of you are…"

A descendant of a Wang Hou asked—such powerful figures had appeared in the imperial city, yet he did not know their identities; his information was clearly lagging.

"I'm just passing through."

The little guy smiled lightly.

Nearby, several young youths wore grim expressions—they were the youths who had come with the demon spider; some wore robes of the Wu Wang Fu, clearly disciples of the Wu Wang Fu, while others wore different attire, belonging to the Yu Wang Fu.

"You've killed him! Do you know he comes from the Demon Linghu? His status is extraordinary. Now that you've slain him, no one can save you!"

The young man from the Wu Wang Fu wanted to rebuke them, but feared being killed himself, so he could only whisper.

"And what if he comes from the Demon Linghu?"

The little guy turned to the Wu Wang Fu youth, his expression turning deadly serious, his voice rising. "You are a disciple of the Wu Wang Fu, not this spider's servant. Your surname is Shi, not Zhu. To speak on behalf of a spider is to shame the Shi clan!"

"You—"

The Wu Wang Fu youth turned beet red, furious and enraged—they had been associating with the Demon Linghu people, and now they naturally seethed.

"Get lost!"

The little guy felt a furious disappointment—he was a Shi too, sharing the same character as the Wu Wang Fu disciples.

"Do you know who you're speaking to? I'm from the Yu Wang Fu—how dare you tell me to get lost? I'll teach you a proper lesson."

At that moment, the Yu Wang Fu youth spoke up.

His eyes turned icy cold; suddenly, mist swirled around him, heavy rain descended, accompanied by thunder.

The Yu Wang Fu youth revealed his ancestral divine art—raindrops fell like a deluge, lightning crackled, all of it hurtling toward Fang Yu and Shi Hao—the Yu Wang Fu youth meant to obliterate Fang Yu and the little guy alone.

The heavy rain clanged like swords as it rained down.

Fang Yu watched the rain, curious.

This Yu Wang Fu youth was indeed fierce—he sought to kill both him and the little guy with one man's strength. Who was this general? How could he be so bold?

At his current realm, even if he did nothing, letting the rain fall upon him, it could not harm his body.

Still, he was deeply curious—someone actually dared to try killing him with the way of rain?

It was like teaching an expert how to wield a brush.

The little guy frowned, growing serious.

Ten heavenly caverns erupted from his body, instantly freezing the void—the torrential rain halted midair. The next moment, the little guy stepped forward, appearing before the Yu Wang Fu youth, and punched.

Boom!

The Yu Wang Fu youth who had struck first collapsed instantly, lying helplessly on the ground, eyes filled with disbelief—he could not fathom how the opponent had so brutally crippled him in one blow.

Yes, crippled.

The little guy had not killed the Yu Wang Fu youth outright—he had only crippled him, stripping him of combat ability.

"What? In one move, he defeated the Yu Wang Fu's peerless genius?"

"Ten heavenly caverns—he's reached the pinnacle of the Heavenly Cavern realm!"

"This little kid… he looks familiar—isn't he the one from the Void Spirit Realm?"

"Not exactly alike, but somehow similar—this kid is terrifying. He crippled a Yu Wang Fu member and scolded the Wu Wang Fu in the imperial city."

"Now things are going to get interesting!"

The onlookers buzzed with chatter, sensing a great storm was about to break.

Indeed, not long after, a middle-aged scholar arrived, studying Fang Yu and the little guy with icy eyes.

"You've done well—killed someone, injured someone, and still linger here. You've got some guts. But people like you rarely live long—they die from recklessness and stupidity!"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes were cold.

"So you want to kill me?"