Chapter 643: Shitty Woman (5/20, Autumn Subscription)

The Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team was stunned—what the hell kind of monster is this??

Am I supposed to be fighting a person, or a Catastrophe-level anomaly??

The Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team was paralyzed; watching the guards he hired and the core members of his caravan team visibly dwindle under Fang Yue's frenzied slaughter, he scrambled in terror toward the interior.

"Quickly summon Lady Wan! Quickly summon Lady Wan!!"

For the first time, the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team cursed himself for having legs that ran too slow and a voice that shouted too softly—he hadn't summoned that elder sooner to stabilize the situation.

But just as the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team stepped inside the encampment, he saw Lady Wan calmly walking out of the hall, holding a cup of tea.

She was a beautiful woman clad in a light, ancient-style white robe, her face slightly chubby.

Her expression was cold as she rebuked, "Don't panic! If trouble arises, call me—I'll come when I'm ready."

"Lady Wan! Lady Wan, please go outside and help us repel the enemy—he's gone completely mad!!"

Gone mad?

Lady Wan sneered.

With a Human-level powerhouse like me here, who dares claim they've gone mad?!

According to the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team, the only person who might come tonight was one—just one Xiantian Realm cultivator—and yet he was this terrified.

Small caravan teams are just small caravan teams—no experience at all.

You summoned so many Xiantian Realm cultivators to hold the line—and they were useless.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Holding her hot tea, Lady Wan strolled slowly toward the exit.

This made the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team desperate, nearly to tears.

Outside, people were dying like crazy—this madman could kill seven or eight people per second; one slash wiped out everyone around him, leaving none alive and few unmaimed.

Those were paid cultivators—medical bills and funeral expenses all fell on him!

And more importantly, among the inner three layers of cultivators, most were the core backbone of the Kongshan Caravan Team—his own people!

The casualties among this group were what truly pained the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team.

He wiped sweat from his brow, frantic, ready to jump out of his skin.

Yet this divine figure, Lady Wan, refused to move faster—as if deliberately dragging her feet to emphasize her importance—strolling leisurely, making the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team so furious he wanted to slice off her head and feed it to dogs.

But what could he do? She was a Human-level powerhouse—even if she was pathetically weak, bottom-tier even among Human-levels.

Still, she was a Human-level powerhouse—the only one his wealth could attract.

Under these conditions, what choice did the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team have? He had to treat her like royalty, no matter what.

After all, even the Guest of Dayang Fu was strong—he was still only Xiantian Realm; under the crushing weight of realm, he shouldn't stand a chance against a Human-level powerhouse.

As the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team's heart burned like ants on a hot pan, wishing he could strap his own legs to Lady Wan's ass to give her four-wheel drive and hurry her outside, the battlefield outside had already turned into a hell of blood and carnage—sky darkened, earth soaked in gore, corpses piled high.

Even the crowd had thinned drastically—those who could flee had fled, those who couldn't lay dead.

With fewer people left, Fang Yue finally noticed: some were truly feigning death. Instantly, he flew into a rage.

"Youngsters have no honor!"

He was furious—he felt his intelligence had been insulted.

I have no grudge against you all—why do you treat me like an idiot?!

Enraged, Fang Yue began desecrating corpses—sticking every body he passed with a few jabs.

This sight quickly reached those pretending to be dead—they scrambled to their feet and fled.

The moment they rose, a vast sea of people erupted from the mountain of corpses, scattering in all directions.

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Fang Yue was utterly stunned.

You can do that?!

How good are you at feigning death?! Isn't it better to just get cut down??

Fang Yue panicked—this loss was massive; he had to chase them down and kill them!

But just as he was about to move, he suddenly sensed a slightly formidable aura behind him—he froze, then slowly turned around.

And when the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team timidly accompanied Lady Wan outside, he saw this scene.

A masked black-clad man stood with his back to them, calmly gazing at the sea of corpses and blood, watching the feigning-dead rise en masse and scatter in all directions, utterly unmoved.

As if indifferent to all things in the world, as if standing atop the food chain, the masked man slowly turned, his calm eyes locking onto the newly emerged Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team and Lady Wan.

Just one glance—and the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team trembled violently, every hair on his body standing on end; he felt as if a primordial beast had fixed its gaze upon him as prey—though escape seemed possible in every direction, he knew no matter where he ran, it was a dead end.

As the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team grabbed Lady Wan's hand, begging for help, he realized… she was shaking even harder than he was!

Her legs trembled violently, like electric motors, shaking uncontrollably.

The teacup she had held steadily now shook so badly that tea splashed everywhere—then CLANG—it crashed to the ground, SMASHING into shards.

That sound of the teacup hitting the floor was like the prelude to a clash between masters.

At least, the masked black-clad man thought so.

So he moved.

His body dipped slightly, then his figure blurred into a black shadow, charging forward at blinding speed—so fast that in the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team's eyes, he left afterimages!

The Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team's scream for help was still stuck in his throat when he felt Lady Wan grab him and shove him forward—while she herself retreated violently, spun around, and bolted away in a panic.

I… I fucking… what the hell?! I hired this piece of trash to protect me?!

The Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team was stunned, his mind going blank.

He never imagined that a Human-level powerhouse, a well-known Human-level powerhouse in Chunuan City, could do something so despicable!

Is this even a person?! Is this even a human being??

The Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan Team was utterly shell-shocked—he truly wanted to slice off that trash woman's head right now.

A total waste who runs at the sight of anyone — what kind of expert are you pretending to be?! You wasted my money and got me killed!!

And just as the Regimental Commander of the Kongshan Caravan, hurled out to take the bullet, was flashing through his life memories like a revolving lantern.

With a dull thud, Fang Yue's fist landed square on the Regimental Commander of the Kongshan Caravan's forehead.

Under the heavy blow, the Regimental Commander of the Kongshan Caravan passed out on the spot.

Fang Yue seized the moment, grabbed him by the clothes, and hurled him hard into the distance.

With a whoosh, the Regimental Commander of the Kongshan Caravan was sent flying straight toward the roof of the neighboring house.

"Young lady, your SF Express delivery, please sign for it."

As his words fell, Fang Yue had already taken off in pursuit of the fleeing woman.

The big experience gift bag—can't let it slip away!

(End of chapter)