Chapter 634: The War God Came, The War God Left (6/10, Autumn Subscription)

The gaping bloody maw, the saliva flying out—all of it had slowed to a sluggish crawl.

And within this bizarrely slow scene, there was only a single figure wrapped entirely in black shadow, rushing toward them at breakneck speed.

After a momentary daze, the young lady blurted out in astonished delight.

"Lord... Night... my lord..."

The moment the words left her mouth, she immediately realized something was wrong.

Her voice had stretched out, as if the tempo had been slowed, sounding utterly bizarre.

And yet this feeling was so very real.

Her perception was fine—only every movement of her body had been slowed down!

"Stillness... World!"

The instant Fang Yue's foot stomped down on the short-tailed tribe tough girl's dog-head.

The flow of time around them returned to normal.

Boom!!!

With a thunderous crash, the dog-head dropped straight down, shattering the floor and sending up great clouds of dust!

"Looks like I've arrived a little late."

Gripping the black blade in a backhand hold, before the short-tailed tribe tough girl could even make a sound—

Squelch!!

The black blade drove into her skull, piercing straight through.

The short-tailed tribe tough girl's eyes went wide, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Her consciousness slowly faded to black, and she went still.

She was dead.

Retracting the black blade, Fang Yue helped the young lady up from the ground.

"Are you alright?"

The young lady stared blankly at the Fang Yue before her, her entire mind a complete blank.

Lord Night... had returned!

Coming back to her senses, the young lady's tears suddenly burst forth like floodwaters breaching a dam, and she buried herself against Fang Yue's shoulder, sobbing without end.

It wasn't only the young lady who was dumbfounded.

Mang Liuzi, and everyone else, were all completely stupefied.

They had just witnessed with their own eyes the short-tailed tribe tough girl's eruption—her strength ferocious as some primeval grotesque beast, overwhelmingly vicious, unstoppable!

She had been like a war god descending, sweeping away everything in her path!

Yet no sooner had she finished dealing with Mang Liuzi, before she could even show her might, Fang Yue—who had rushed back—stomped on her dog-head and drove a blade through her skull, ending the berserk short-tailed tribe tough girl's life with the most casual of ease.

"Th-this... this this this this, is this even reasonable?!"

Mang Liuzi was dumbfounded, completely lost.

He had thought he'd found a whetstone, but damn it—this wasn't a whetstone at all, this was a blade-breaker!

Through the changes in the air currents, he could sense the movements Fang Yue had made upon his return, as well as the crisp, clean process of ending the battle.

But... it was too fast, too simple!

It was as effortless as eating or drinking—having just returned, he casually crushed the ant that had been throwing its weight around, suppressing the entire scene!

What kind of strength was this? What kind of strength was this!!

"Human-rank—at the very least, a Human-rank powerhouse!"

Horror seized everyone's hearts!

Human-rank powerhouses weren't unheard of in Chunuan City.

But given their own status and strength, they normally didn't have the slightest qualification to meet one face-to-face.

A Xiantian Realm martial artist was already a height difficult to surmount, someone who could be counted as a person among persons.

Yet suddenly a Fang Yue appeared who was comparable to a Human-rank powerhouse—it was like opening with a royal flush right out of the gate, blowing everyone away, sending them tumbling head over heels.

The invading short-tailed tribe members, seeing the tough girl's gruesome death and Fang Yue's godlike valor as if a celestial had descended, felt the urge to retreat rising in their hearts.

Mang Liuzi, who had originally been preparing to run, was also stirred up, and began edging over in this direction.

Just then, a streak of sword-light suddenly shot forth from the distance!

The sword-light tore through the air with a mournful whine, its speed pushed to the extreme, flying toward Fang Yue with the precision of a shooting star.

The internal energy structure shifted, the black blade of the Ningtai Ring went from void to solid, and Fang Yue—holding the young lady in one arm—raised his blade with an expressionless face.

Clang!!

The long sword was deflected by a single slash, spinning as it flew back.

A figure that had just shot forth from the distance landed steadily atop the wall, caught the spinning returning sword in one hand, paused for a brief moment—

With a thunderous explosion, the wall beneath his feet shattered, and he himself shot toward Fang Yue like a cannonball.

"The Phoenix Organization handles its affairs—anyone who dares obstruct shall die!"

In his explosive shout, the figure fell like a plummeting meteor, his sword parting the darkness, the blade glowing with a crystalline light as it thrust straight at Fang Yue!

The distance between the two closed at terrifying speed, their momentum climbing to its peak, and before anyone could react, they had already collided.

Boom!!

With a thunderous crash, before the crowd could even understand what had happened, that figure was sent flying backward in astonishment, slamming heavily into a building, collapsing it—amidst a cacophony of rumbling, dust billowed into the air.

In their astonishment, the crowd watched as that figure struggled to his feet in a sorry state, dusted himself off, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly put on a mask.

"M-Mouse Seat, my lord?!"

That mask was unmistakably the mouse mask from among the Phoenix Organization's Twelve Seats!

The sky had been too dark just now, and the battle had erupted too fiercely—whether its start or its end, it all exploded in an instant. By the time they came back to their senses, they had even forgotten what Lord Rat Seat actually looked like.

But judging from the other party taking out this mask and putting it on, the identity was basically beyond doubt.

To think that the 【Gathering Phoenix Token】 the black-clothed man had summoned was actually Lord Rat Seat, one of the Twelve Seats!

At this moment, the emotions of the Short-tailed Tribe crowd were both excited and complicated.

What excited them was that Lord Rat Seat would actually come to handle such a trivial matter; what complicated them was… Lord Rat Seat actually hadn't beaten that black-clothed man!!

The crowd was shocked, and they reassessed Fang Yue's strength on a new level.

What the hell is this guy's background? His strength is way too terrifying!

The Phoenix Organization, Feng Wang, Huang Hou, the Three Heiyu, and the Twelve Seats form the core structure of the organization.

Beneath the Twelve Seats, there were basically informants and underlings—only the numbers were huge, not the strength.

Therefore, the Twelve Seats absolutely embodied the core strength of the Phoenix Organization.

Although within the Twelve Seats, each Lord's strength varied, they were basically far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.

To hold dominion over a region, one must necessarily be far stronger than most people in that region; otherwise, how could one command obedience and keep the Phoenix Organization running?

So Lord Rat Seat's strength was beyond any doubt whatsoever.

The truly problematic one was, on the contrary, that black-clothed man who had popped up out of nowhere!

"This boy, terrifying as such!"

"Even Lord Rat Seat is no match for him—just what level of strength is he!?"

"Could his true identity be a Green Division Red Clothes, or a Blue Coral Red Guard?"

For a moment, the crowd's suspicions about Fang Yue's identity wavered back and forth.

"Lord Ye… truly worthy of being the whetstone I had my eye on—he's way too strong!"

Mang Liuzi was completely dumbfounded.

Just now he had felt a fierce, ferocious aura coming from afar, then he was repelled by Fang Yue, and even his aura had stuttered, as if he had suffered no light an internal injury.

At this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, Fang Yue was like a war god!

Fang Yue himself, however, was very calm—at least calm on the surface—still maintaining the posture of holding his sister in his arms.

"Lord Ye…" The young lady stared at Fang Yue in astonishment and with complicated emotions, her heart surging.

Then, with a casual fling, she was tossed flying over to Mang Liuzi.

"Protect the young lady well."

After giving Mang Liuzi an instruction, Fang Yue walked step by step toward Lord Rat Seat.

What a case of wearing out iron shoes in fruitless search, only to find it without any effort at all!

A member of the Twelve Seats must surely know An Dong'er's whereabouts!

(End of this chapter)