Chapter 514: Sixth-Rank Fa-Zhu

Fang Xing hovered in space, watching countless ships flee.

He rejected all communications, even humble pleas for protection: "No need to thank me—I merely acted on impulse when I saw it."

"My name? Heh… I'm just an interstellar wanderer driven by curiosity…"

The truth proved that even ants, given hope, could unleash terrifying wills to survive.

Under Fang Xing's gaze, the human population of this failed planet was fleeing at a frantic pace!

In just a short time, nearly half had escaped! The ratio was astonishing, likely due to the expansion and utilization of space technology.

A single powerful being could wipe out an entire city's population with a wave of the hand! Fang Xing even saw master engineers frantically modifying crude space devices—turning them from simple storage tools into makeshift habitats capable of briefly sustaining human life, then giving them away for free to the strong to load people.

Of course, some strong ones blocked this escape, while others, in despair, willingly stayed behind as sacrifices.

At that moment, a projection suddenly appeared on the droplet-shaped ship, projecting a brilliant star emblem.

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Fang Xing smiled faintly: "But if the cosmic law is survival of the fittest, and I am the strong one, shouldn't I be free to act as I please?"

Seeing his true target arrive, Fang Xing's face darkened with anger: "You've gone too far—playing such bloody games within my territory…"

He waved his hand: "No need. These few people? Consider them a small gift from me to your young master…"

He was a distinguished guest of the Sea Clan—a newly elevated Fa-Zhu of the Deep-Sea Civilization!

The old steward flew out, wearing a programmed smile: "My young master has come on behalf of our family to congratulate the Divine Emperor on his birthday, and incidentally captured a batch of slaves… Does the Lord of Blood Mountain wish to redeem them?"

On Blood Mountain, the Lord of Blood Mountain's expression turned grim; with a thought, boundless seas of blood drowned the previous planet.

"No grudge, no enmity…"

A flicker of luminescence flashed in the Lord of Blood Mountain's eyes—his AI companion had identified Fang Xing's identity.

"Hmph! Again!"

"Hmph! Just a first-rank Fa-Zhu. If not for his speed…"

A Dao-Zhu-level strong one could potentially alter the outcome of a peak-civilization war.

"That Fang Yun is merely a newly elevated first-rank Fa-Zhu, roughly equal in strength to the Lord of Blood Mountain… But since he's fighting on foreign ground, if time drags on and reinforcements arrive, it will surely turn against him. Unless he has some secret technique, he'll likely retreat…"

Yet as he looked, he saw a droplet-shaped starship making contact with the refugees.

"Blood Mountain!"

"Next, third-rank Fa-Zhu are true experts—rare, capable of dominating within high-tier civilizations. Fourth-rank Fa-Zhu? They're at the peak of the Fa-Zhu realm, like the Blood Prison Divine Emperor—able to found their own high-tier civilization."

Who cares about after-sales service?

The Lord of Blood Mountain had his own pride.

Otherwise, the outcome might well be mutual destruction.

Beta was excited: "Encounters between Fa-Zhu-level beings are rare; Fa-Zhu versus Black Hole-level are even rarer…" "Young master…" the nearby steward sighed wearily: "We've identified the identity of that interstellar wanderer—'Fang Yun.' Likely a pseudonym. He broke through into the Fa-Zhu realm several years ago, then vanished mysteriously… Now he suddenly appears here. Feels like he has a grudge against the Lord of Blood Mountain."

"As for the final fifth-rank Fa-Zhu, they can contend with Dao-Zhu-level beings—even survive them. Even in our peak civilization, they are true top-tier strong ones."

Some refugees immediately signed agreements—either to emigrate or become slaves.

…

"Hmm. He seems more rational than rumors suggested."

After all… even if they escaped the Crimson Star System, how many could escape the Blood Prison Civilization?

The colossal blood mountain was slammed away, shattering an uninhabited planet.

Of course, their excuse wouldn't be this—they'd claim that after escape, perhaps only one in ten would survive; better to let half die now than let all suffer later! And during escape, the rich, powerful, and strong naturally held advantages—this was unfair!

"People from the Star Civilization?"

All life still on the planet… vanished in an instant!

Moreover, this was the Blood Prison Civilization—if he could just hold out until the Divine Emperor sent reinforcements, this 'Fang Yun' would have no choice but to flee—or be killed.

Thus, on the battlefield of peak civilizations, the most active forces remained Fa-Zhu-level beings. At this point, even one additional fifth-rank Fa-Zhu could tip the scales of victory.

BOOM! Fang Xing raised his palm; within the vibration of his True Self Law, a palm a thousand li long materialized in space and slammed down.

"Huh?"

He was a Black Hole-level strong one comparable to a Fa-Zhu!

There, a torrent of crimson light surged, suddenly forming a colossal blood mountain that crashed toward him!

He turned to the old steward: "I've heard a rumor—beyond fifth-rank Fa-Zhu, there's supposedly another tier… the legendary sixth-rank Fa-Zhu!"

After destroying the planet, the Lord of Blood Mountain frowned, glancing at the droplet ship—clearly seeking to blame someone. "Still, he did good… deeds are judged by actions, not intentions. Had he not broken the blockade, I wouldn't have dared act."

"By the way, who do you think will win?"

The old steward shook his head: "Even in our peak civilization, there are only one or two fifth-rank Fa-Zhu… sixth-rank Fa-Zhu exist only in legend and speculation. If one appeared, the war dynamics between our Star Civilization, the Insect Civilization, and the Alien Beast Civilization might be rewritten!"

Beta looked at the battlefield and asked again, intrigued.

'Well… at least it's better than before he intervened…'

At that moment, his thoughts shifted toward a certain direction.

The Lord of Blood Mountain finally snapped back to reality—and grew even more humiliated and furious: "If you'd spoken to me properly, I'd have given you every soul on this planet! But you destroyed my satellite weapons to humiliate me! Do we have any grudge?"

The old steward, after all, was himself a Fa-Zhu—and far more experienced.

When the Lord of Blood Mountain took this seriously, the situation changed entirely.

Fang Xing silently calculated—he felt that with this kind-hearted soul's help, seventy to eighty percent of the planet's population might survive.

The old steward's expression turned solemn: "According to our Star Civilization's classification, Fa-Zhu strength is divided into five ranks. Newly elevated Fa-Zhu are first-rank; most Black Hole-level strong ones fall into this tier. If one masters special techniques, rare treasures, or has trained for centuries, they might reach second-rank Fa-Zhu…"

Even against an equal, the Lord of Blood Mountain—rumored to be capricious and bloodthirsty—could remain calm.

"Is this what a Fa-Zhu battle looks like? Record it… record it…"

"Heh, I am the steward of the Sike family. Greetings, Lord of Blood Mountain."

The Lord of Blood Mountain's face twitched—it was humiliation broadcast across the peak civilization.

He still remembered his own persona.

He vanished immediately after breaking through—never expected to appear here.

"Lord of Blood Mountain?"

But a sixth-rank Fa-Zhu could influence war even more profoundly—due to battlefield peculiarities and the unwritten accord among peak civilizations: Dao-Zhu-level and above rarely intervene directly.

Even the planetary core was extracted, its threads slowly absorbed into Blood Mountain.

After speaking, he immediately rode Blood Mountain and vanished.

Had Fang Xing not intervened, he truly had no excuse to seize these "escapees."

Some even resented Fang Xing—undoubtedly the lucky few who hadn't drawn the fatal lot.

He infused his Black Hole-level source energy into Blood Mountain, causing golden runes to glow across its surface.

"So many escaped?"

The old steward chuckled, returning to the ship and bowing: "Young master… the Lord of Blood Mountain has departed."

The Lord of Blood Mountain hesitated—clearly wary.

Clearly, facing a Fa-Zhu-level being, he had regained his reason.

No sooner had the old steward finished speaking than a colossal palm imprint appeared—it was the Immortal Martial One-Qi Great Palm!

"Heh… a newly elevated Fa-Zhu."

"Fa-Zhu?"

"From the Star Civilization? According to human civilization's universal law… captured escapees belong to the captor, or may be redeemed by the original owner after compensation… If the price is set high enough, the Lord of Blood Mountain won't redeem them—this counts as salvation too…"

Beta mused: "Then let's continue our journey… By the way."

The terrifying palm imprint crushed the golden-blooded beast, then Fang Xing vanished—only his voice echoed through space: "Lord of Blood Mountain, if you persist in your evil whims… I will punish you!"

The golden runes expanded, forming a golden alien beast drenched in bloodlight; with a sudden swipe of its claw—WHOOSH! Cosmic source energy surged like a tidal wave, terrifying even across tens of thousands of li.

Fang Xing treated it all as a joke and nonsense—he wasn't a true savior; he'd come only to forge a karmic tie with the Lord of Blood Mountain.

Beta blinked, then shook his head.

On the droplet-shaped ship.

Our young master is truly saving lives; that Fang Yun seems to be deliberately provoking!

"Sixth-rank Fa-Zhu is merely legend—just as Black Hole-level strong ones are said to match or defeat Fa-Zhu-level beings, sixth-rank Fa-Zhu must defeat Dao-Zhu-level… which is nearly impossible."

If a sixth-rank Fa-Zhu could defeat a Dao-Zhu, slaughtering other Fa-Zhu would be trivial.

It was no longer merely a weight on the scale—it was the decisive force on the battlefield!

"Sixth-rank Fa-Zhu…"

Beta's eyes gleamed with longing: "If I became…"

(End of Chapter)