Chapter 84: The Fang Family

"Senior Brother Fang Yu!"

Fang Han was just about to unleash his full power in retaliation when he saw a shadow flicker—Fang Yu, a member of the Fang family he hadn't seen in days, appeared before him, and with a single punch, sent the Prince of the Blood flying; instantly, Fang Han cried out.

"Fang Yu?"

"A member of the Fang family?"

"What great sin have we committed? How dare you speak to us like this?"

Seeing the Prince of the Blood blasted away by Fang Yu's punch, all the royal men and women of the Daode Dynasty rose to their feet, their murderous intent surging as they immediately surrounded Fang Yu.

"Just a 8th Stage of Physical Body? How dare you act so boldly before me?"

Seeing seven or eight royal men and women of the Daode Dynasty launch their assault, Fang Yu paid no heed; he stepped forward and appeared before one man, delivering a simple palm strike that sent the man flying backward.

"Damn it!"

A royal woman curled her body like a giant fishing rod, her hands glowing with the color of a shark, moving with astonishing speed, instantly latching onto Fang Yu's back, aiming to strike his spine.

"The supreme technique of Wan Gui Xiandao: Immortal Fishing for a Shark!"

Princess Hongyi let out another gasp, surprised that the Daode Dynasty woman knew such a supreme technique of Wan Gui Xiandao.

Wan Gui Xiandao, one of the Xiandaoshi Sect, is also extremely mysterious.

"Fishing for what shark? Open up."

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Fang Yu slightly sidestepped, then spun and delivered a reverse punch that sent the woman flying as well.

His current realm is 10th Stage of Physical Body, Realm of Transformation; his spiritual awareness is incredibly sharp. For her to attempt an ambush was pure fantasy—he could sense even the tiniest shifts in her movements; every action of hers appeared in slow motion to him.

Thus, Fang Yu effortlessly sent her flying—this was even without using his full strength; had he unleashed his full power at his current realm, he could have killed her with a single punch.

After sending the woman flying, Fang Yu did not pause; his steps shifted, appearing before each man and woman, and with a mere flick, all of them collapsed to the ground.

Then his voice rang out in the hall.

"You said my junior brother Fang Han is from some petty household? Now I'll tell you—he is a member of the Fang family. Do you think you can offend a member of the Fang family?"

Fang Yu stepped forward again, arriving before the Prince of the Blood, and spoke coldly.

"A member of the Fang family?"

"He's actually from the family of that legendary senior sister? His name is Fang Yu—how is his cultivation base so strong?"

"The Prince of the Blood is a royal scion of the Daode Dynasty, his cultivation base already at the peak of Divine Valor, just one step away from the Realm of Spirit Communication—yet now he's utterly powerless before this Fang Yu. What realm has he reached?"

"I can't make sense of it, can't see clearly—his speed is too fast. He must be at least a 9th Stage of Physical Body, Spirit Communication Realm expert."

Inside the Jade Feast Hall, many outer sect disciples were shaken; after all, Fang Yu was too dominant—he appeared and immediately crushed the royal men and women of the Daode Dynasty. Such strength seemed achievable only by inner sect disciples.

"What do you intend to do?"

The Prince of the Blood finally rose, hearing the murmurs of the surrounding disciples; his face was utterly grim—he knew he had been defeated.

The Yuhua Sect has a true disciple of the Fang family, Fang Qingxue, who once slew eight men and eight cranes under a true disciple's command, shocking everyone.

He had just called the Fang family a petty household and dismissed its members as cats and dogs—if that woman heard, she would likely kill him, and no one would dare defend him.

Thus, the Prince of the Blood's expression was extremely grim.

"I won't kill you over a sect disciple dispute, but since you insulted a member of the Fang family, you will apologize to Junior Brother Fang Han."

Fang Yu's expression shifted slightly as he spoke.

He couldn't simply kill the Prince of the Blood outright—if an outer sect disciple killed another in a place like the Jade Feast Hall, he himself would face serious consequences.

After all, Yuhuaxian Sect is still a Xian Sect.

Though internal strife among disciples is rampant, he still couldn't just kill the Prince of the Blood.

So Fang Yu demanded the Prince of the Blood apologize.

"What? Apologize? To him?"

Anger immediately flared on the Prince of the Blood's face, but he suppressed it the next instant; his expression changed drastically in an instant, and finally he bowed: "Fang Han, everything I said earlier was wrong—I apologize to you."

"Good, good, very good—this feeling is truly wonderful."

Fang Han watched this scene, a profound sense of satisfaction surging within him; just moments ago, this Prince of the Blood had been so arrogant—now he was so humble.

This Prince of the Blood was a dog that judged by appearances, looking down on him—now he had to apologize.

But Fang Han knew this entire scene was possible only because Senior Brother Fang Yu had intervened and defeated these royal scions of the Daode Dynasty.

Otherwise, how could the Prince of the Blood possibly apologize to him?

"One day, I will rely on my own strength to make people like the Prince of the Blood kneel before me and submit."

Fang Han thought fiercely in his heart, his gaze finally fixed on the Prince of the Blood.

"Prince of the Blood, your temperament is such that you resort to violence at the slightest provocation—if you meet someone else like this, you'll probably be beaten to death without even realizing it. Since you've sincerely apologized, I'll reluctantly spare you—hope there's no next time."

Fang Han's voice rang out in the hall.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The Prince of the Blood clenched his teeth; hearing Fang Han say this, he nearly had the urge to kill him on the spot—but he dared not.

Because he knew that if he moved, he would be instantly crippled—or killed—by that man named Fang Yu.

A true man doesn't fight when outmatched; he must endure this time.

"Let's go, Junior Brother Fang Han. We haven't talked in quite some time."

Fang Yu glanced at Fang Han and spoke, then glanced at Princess Hongyi and smiled. "You're Fang Han's friend, your strength is decent, your temperament is good—come visit me sometime."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang."

Princess Hongyi's gaze shifted, and she nodded softly.

She had already realized that Fang Yu, Fang Han's senior brother, had entered the 10th Stage of Physical Body, Realm of Transformation—his power was immense, his physical body formidable, and he had a very high chance of breaking through to the Divine Ability Secret Realm.

Being on good terms with such a senior brother was no bad thing.

"Mm."

Fang Yu grunted, then left the Jade Feast Hall with Fang Han.

"Junior Brother Fang Han, congratulations on becoming a disciple of the Yuhua Sect's outer sect."

As the two walked, Fang Yu looked toward Fang Han and smiled.

"I have to thank the Young Lady and Senior Brother Fang Yu. Otherwise, how would I have had the chance to become an outer sect disciple?"

Gratitude showed on Fang Han's face.

"Your strength is there, and being promoted to an outer sect disciple is only right. However, you have too little real-combat experience, so going up against that Bao Prince of the Blood, some shortcomings are inevitable. Your realm is inferior, and your real-combat experience is also inferior, so this time you fell at a disadvantage. After you return, you can find that Princess Hongyi to do some real combat and raise your real-combat experience. I hope that the next time you meet this Bao Prince of the Blood, you will be able to defeat him with your own hands."

Fang Yu spoke again.

"Senior Brother Fang Yu, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Hearing the three words 'Bao Prince of the Blood,' a fierce glint flashed across Fang Han's face, then vanished. "One day, I'll beat him till his teeth are scattered all over the ground."

"That's the spirit."