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The sunset painted half the sky red, casting a dim crimson glow over the world, adding a touch of solemnity. At this moment, the auction at Grand Mall was mostly over, and the throngs of people began to surge toward the outskirts of the city.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a piercing sound of something slicing through the air came from behind the noisy crowd. A figure resembling a young boy was sprinting at high speed.
The boy clearly had not yet reached Qi Boundary and could not walk on air. However, with each step he took, he leaped several dozen feet, almost as if he were briefly airborne, moving at an incredible pace.
"Another unlucky fellow," those who witnessed this scene thought nothing of it.
After all, outside the Auction House, killing was permitted in Grand Mall. The person who was running frantically must have either bought something at the auction or offended someone within it and was now being chased.
However, this kid was remarkably fast.
Feeling the speed displayed by the boy, which far exceeded his cultivation level, many couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. But this glance left everyone momentarily stunned.
The boy showed no hint of fear on his face; in fact, upon noticing the gazes directed at him, he even had time to grin widely, revealing a brilliant smile!
Was this guy really escaping for his life?
For a moment, everyone felt their brains were struggling to comprehend.
Was the world too crazy, or was this guy just a lunatic?
Fang Chen was certainly not a lunatic; he was indeed "escaping." Of course, this "escape" was somewhat different from what others might imagine.
The warrior from the Alchemy Realm had already been "dealt with" by the Old Woman of the Charming Immortal Sect. At this moment, only a Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm warrior remained beside Bai Dongchi. As long as they had not reached the Alchemy Realm, Fang Chen's safety would not be threatened.
Since breaking through to the ninth level of the Body Refinement Realm, he had not fought with all his strength. Now that a Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm warrior had presented themselves, he felt a bit eager. Therefore, he outright refused the four Fox-Fur Women who wanted to help him deal with this Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm warrior and instead instructed them to keep Xia Lingyue at a distance behind Bai Dongchi.
As for Fang Chen himself, he completely drew the attention of Bai Dongchi and that Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm warrior.
Fang Chen's rapid sprint lasted for about three to four minutes before gradually slowing down.
He stopped, standing in an already empty street. Raising his head, he looked towards the sky behind him and suddenly laughed, "You two have chased me for so long and still can't catch up. It's quite embarrassing that I have to wait for you here."
"Hey, arrogant fellow, do you think we can't catch you? If it weren't for not wanting to make a move in those places, we could have stopped you long ago."
As Fang Chen's laughter faded, a gloomy voice echoed completely. At the same time, two figures slowly descended from several feet away in mid-air.
These two were none other than Bai Dongchi and his Uncle Mu, who had reached the Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm!
After cautiously surveying the surroundings and confirming there were no ambushes, Bai Dongchi finally relaxed his expression. He looked at Fang Chen with a mocking gaze and said, "You certainly know how to pick a good spot. Fine, I will generously grant you this place as your burial ground."
"How do you know this place won't end up being your grave?" Fang Chen replied lightly, as a glint of cold light rapidly gathered in his dark eyes.
"You really are an arrogant fellow," Bai Dongchi sneered. Although he knew Fang Chen was strong and could not be compared to ordinary warriors of the same realm, with a Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm powerhouse by his side, could Fang Chen really turn things around?
"Uncle Mu, make your move." The smile at Bai Dongchi's lips gradually turned ferocious, and the mockery on his face transformed into malice. He added specifically, "Make sure not to kill him; I want to play with him slowly."
As his words fell, the somewhat emaciated middle-aged man behind him took a step towards Fang Chen. A pair of thin hands resembling chicken claws emerged from his robe, and at that moment, an eerie aura suddenly radiated from his otherwise unremarkable face.
A chilling Frenzy of Qi Energy suddenly surged from the middle-aged man, causing the temperature in the surroundings to drop significantly. At the same time, the ground beneath his feet rapidly turned black at a visible pace.
"The Power of Withering." Fang Chen observed this scene with a serious expression. This was his first encounter with a martial artist at the Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm, and indeed, it was formidable. Being in the same Qi Boundary, the impression this middle-aged man gave him was worlds apart from what he felt with Fang Nansiao and Fang Botao; they were not on the same level at all.
"However, that makes it even better, doesn't it?" Fang Chen muttered to himself, a smile creeping onto his lips as a surge of fighting spirit welled up in his dark eyes.
"What a reckless fool." Bai Dongchi scoffed, disdain evident in his tone. As he spoke, he began to retreat. Not having reached the Qi Boundary yet, he did not want to be caught up in the battle between Fang Chen and Uncle Mu. Having suffered once already, he would not give Fang Chen an opportunity to ambush him.
As Bai Dongchi stepped back, the Emaciated Middle-Aged Man's figure flickered and appeared before Fang Chen like a ghost. He raised his hand, and a claw-like palm shot straight toward Fang Chen's chest.
"Stay here." The middle-aged man's grayish-white eyes were devoid of emotion as he spoke lightly, sinister Qi Energy flowing like small snakes between his fingers.
"It seems your Power of Withering is still not perfected; you've turned your body into this ghastly state."
The Qi Energy within surged rapidly as Fang Chen sneered. He extended his hand, and a burst of jade-colored light erupted from his fair palm, transforming it into something resembling carved jade, exuding an ancient aura. He then struck fiercely toward the middle-aged man's reaching claw, creating explosive sounds along the way.
Martial Technique: Jade Palm!
Though his words dripped with sarcasm, Fang Chen did not dare underestimate this powerful opponent at the Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm. He immediately employed a formidable martial technique.
The middle-aged man's complexion shifted between green and white; he was evidently provoked by Fang Chen's sharp words. In fact, as Fang Chen had pointed out, his current physical state was due to not fully mastering the Power of Withering within him.
"You seek death!" The middle-aged man shouted coldly as the black Qi Energy flowing between his fingers suddenly shot toward Fang Chen's palm. He truly despised Fang Chen's incessant chatter and aimed to cripple one of his hands with a single strike.
Not far from where Fang Chen stood, five figures were watching this scene unfold.
"Will something happen to Fang Chen?" Xia Lingyue asked with some concern.
"That guy is so confident, he must have something to rely on. Even if he can't win, he shouldn't be killed on the spot. We'll just reveal ourselves and save him when he's in trouble," the leader, Fox-Fur Woman, rolled her eyes and said.
As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Fang Chen. Although she found this guy who spoke so recklessly somewhat annoying, anyone who could easily counter her Charm Technique at the Body Refinement Realm level couldn't be a simple character. Now that there was a Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm warrior pressuring him, she naturally wanted to see Fang Chen's strength. After all, his power was extremely important to them.
While they were talking, Fang Chen and the middle-aged man had already officially clashed.
With a jade-colored palm moving, it extinguished all the strands of black Qi Energy shooting toward him. Feeling a sharp pain in his palm, a fierce look flashed in Fang Chen's eyes as he charged forward without retreating, colliding with the Emaciated Middle-Aged Man's claw-like hand.
"Even warriors of the same realm are extremely wary of Uncle Mu's withering power and dare not approach easily. He actually dares to move closer; he truly doesn't know how to write the word 'death!'" Bai Dongchi sneered from a distance as he watched this scene unfold.
Boom!
As he spoke, a loud explosion of Frenzy energy echoed through the air. The ground within a radius of three to four meters around the two shattered completely. Debris and dust swept out in all directions, producing strange popping sounds.
Amidst the swirling dust, it was hard to see who was who; only two figures could be seen engaged in a frenzied battle, with muffled sounds of hand-to-hand combat occasionally resonating.
"This guy actually..." Bai Dongchi found it hard to believe.
In his imagination, Fang Chen should have been blasted away during their first encounter with the Emaciated Middle-Aged Man; how could this scene be happening now?
Bang!
Amidst the dust cloud, one figure was violently sent flying back.
With both feet firmly dragging against the ground, the body stabilized itself forcefully. Amidst the hissing sounds, two long scratches appeared on the surface, and the figure that had been blasted away finally stood firm.
With a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and many rips in his robe, even his breath was somewhat disordered; at this moment, Fang Chen could be said to be in a state of disarray for the first time since his rebirth.
However, the dark light in Fang Chen's eyes shone brightly. He watched as the dust settled, gradually revealing the figure of the Emaciated Middle-Aged Man, with his fighting spirit undiminished.
The Emaciated Middle-Aged Man looked much better than Fang Chen. Although his robe had some slight damage, it was mostly intact, and his breath was much steadier. Yet upon closer inspection, his body was also trembling slightly. This tremor, though quite subtle, was enough to indicate that he was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.
"Although I don't know how you resisted my withering power, it doesn't matter; you'll be lying down soon," the Emaciated Middle-Aged Man said coldly, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
A Little One who had not yet reached the Qi Boundary was able to fight him to such an extent and was unafraid of his withering power. This kind of person had already thoroughly offended him, which fueled his murderous intent.
He moved swiftly, preparing to rush towards Fang Chen once more.
"Hey, beautiful sisters of Charming Immortal Sect, it's your turn," Fang Chen suddenly turned to look in the direction of the four Fox-Fur Women and shouted loudly.
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