Chapter 62: Fang Yuan Rejects the Invitation, Tang San Ruthlessly Slays His Father

In an instant, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena seemed to plunge into a dead silence, with only Fang Yuan's heavy breathing echoing through the slaughter grounds, sounding exceptionally clear.

The black-veiled maiden was also immensely astonished. She had not expected that Fang Yuan, who was originally destined to die, could rely on his formidable physical techniques to utterly slaughter all nine desperate criminals.

At this moment, her view of Fang Yuan changed completely. This newcomer who had just entered the Slaughter City was not a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, but a powerhouse with rich combat experience!

Watching Fang Yuan stand in the center of the slaughter arena like a god of war returning from hell, exuding an aura that chilled the soul, a nameless sense of awe involuntarily welled up in her heart...

Yet no matter how many times they tried, they would always be captured beforehand by the well-prepared Inspectorate, or dragged back by Xu Shuo and Young Master Lei.

It was rather because, under his own rule, someone had actually dared to commit such an act, completely disregarding him, the supreme ruler.

"So you ran away from home?" Looking at his expression as if he were about to cry, Hua Mulan continued what he left unfinished, and from the look of it, she had basically guessed the truth.

Cao Hong's expression was incomparably gloomy. Having failed to probe Liu Bei's bottom line himself, he had already suffered heavy casualties and losses.

He originally wanted to mention that Du Qiangwei had teased him the previous night, but in the end, he still did not dare to voice it aloud.

Old Master Zheng continued chewing and swallowing nonchalantly. Though he appeared as steady as Mount Tai, his slightly narrowed eyes betrayed a trace of a smile.

The sounds from outside had long since filtered in, and the ministers standing within the royal hall wore expressions of various shades. No, they could hardly be called ministers any longer, for King Sheng Xiong was already dead. Now, their only identity was that of Saiya's former subordinates.

First-tier farming magic was utterly incapable of condensing a high density of electrical energy, and naturally could not be discharged directly into the air.

"Hey, you girl, is that any way to talk to your Uncle Sai? Where are your manners!" Zhu Mintian shook his head helplessly while speaking.

Although the group was capable in a fight, tracking people down was not their forte, and they instantly found themselves at a loss for leads.

For the past seven hundred years, Lin Chen had not gone anywhere, remaining all this time on this mountain, gazing down at the place not far below.

Speaking neither haughtily nor humbly, Mordred could feel cold sweat of terror oozing from his body. He scarcely dared to meet the other's eyes directly; that horrifying gaze was something Mordred had no wish to experience a second time.

The Hell God of War, his arms crossed, raised his right index finger and tapped it lightly against his left arm, producing a crisp snap. The chaotic, web-like blue ripples beneath his feet instantly expanded dramatically, weaving themselves into a gigantic fishing net on the spot that entrapped dozens of magical shark-men, slowly floating them to the surface.

The Wind God Hanuman immediately understood. Since the target was a medium-thousand world with infinite potential, possessing the unique authority to pierce through the world's crystal walls and utterly slay a higher-tier demon god, it certainly would not be easy to deal with.

"General, rest assured. Once the signal is given, we will certainly arrive at the battlefield within the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn," Yuchi Ping replied in a full-chested voice. Coming to the vanguard was precisely to scout the enemy's details in depth, and with his experience, a single glance would naturally yield great gains.

This was a middle-aged man of about forty years, whose chiseled, fair face featured a pair of hearty, open eyebrows and a prominent, straight nose, fully evoking a heroic and stalwart masculine spirit.

Lin Feng pondered for a long time before finally recalling it. Quietly, he slipped into Zhang Ziqi's room.

The moment he touched the ground, a crystalline beam of water surged from the nearby Wei River, proactively opening up a tributary channel that spread toward True Immortal Tianhe Jiaofei.

"Wife, sit down for a moment. I need to ask you something." Lin Feng looked up, and seeing that apparently no one intended to walk this way, he spoke to Zhang Ziqi with a serious expression.

Buildings within the city were as numerous as stars, scattered like a chessboard across the vast expanse of Chiyun City. Looking into the distance, many luxurious structures featured glazed tiles carved with dragons and phoenixes symbolizing auspiciousness. Amidst the distant curtain of rain, a towering palace stood proudly among the countless edifices, its extraordinary status evident at a single glance.

"Senior Brother Chen is too polite. My talent in swordsmanship is rather poor, and practicing with my fellow senior sisters often left me wounded by their blades, so I eventually taught myself healing spells. A prolonged illness makes one a good doctor, after all!" Fang Yingxue offered a shy smile, glancing stealthily at Ling Feng before hastily pulling back her gaze.

Gao Yang let out a sneering laugh tinged with disdain, which made even the customarily thick-skinned Hugo feel somewhat embarrassed, prompting him to clear his throat softly.

He felt a slight pang of disappointment in his heart, though it was only natural; if there truly were any master blacksmiths around, they would not easily fall into the hands of mountain bandits.

Subsequently, Wang Zijiao sought out a wind-sheltered rock, groped around in the grass at its base for a moment, and pulled out a brown-shelled snail.

Before the words had faded, Ling Feng had already abruptly drawn his sword, the longsword in his hand blossoming with crimson lightning arcs as it slashed fiercely toward the elderly man in black.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chenfeng calmed his churning emotions and began to ponder the critical issues.

Dicarre paid no mind whatsoever to the bizarre transformation taking place on his own body, continuing to toy with Rembrandt in combat much like a child playing with a toy.

The palms of both sides met instantaneously. The impact sounded utterly silent, yet it seemed to resound with reverberating echoes from the deep reaches of a distant space.

Finally, having spent millions and endured days of inhumane physical training, Tsunade was granted a brief respite. Amidst the gazes of the others who looked upon her as a living legend, she dusted off her backside and departed toward the inn.

Ahem, returning to the matter at hand, the reason why everyone had not abandoned their thirst for victory under such harsh conditions was that they all knew the five great aristocratic families had not dispatched solely their primary top-tier seeds to fight, while the absence of Qian Xixi and Huang Ju made everyone heave a sigh of relief and bolstered their confidence immensely.

However, Wu Zhongcheng also knew that Zhang Jingsong had now begun transitioning from defense to offense, and he could not afford to lower his guard.

Following a succession of escalating roars, those ten "people" instantly transformed into reasonless beasts, howling frantically, casting away the terror in their hearts alongside the heaven-shaking murderous intent, and lunging wildly at Qin Tian.

Seeing that Xiao Chen had not taken it to heart, Xue Yue felt somewhat relieved, only to hear Xiao Chen's flippant, improper banter. She could not help rolling her eyes at him, her gaze naturally drifting downward to notice that a rather magnificent tent had already pitched itself in Xiao Chen's crotch—something she truly hadn't noticed while they were on the bed earlier.

"Hahaha, it seems you really can't wait anymore. She's right out back; wait a moment, I'll go call her out!" With these words, he strode outside.

Following combat training came lunchtime. After eating, Guada would set aside time to impart his personal insights to Ajit. In the afternoon, Ajit would train his physique beneath a waterfall until evening dinner. After dinner, Ajit had time to consolidate everything he had learned during the day and carry out collaborative training with his Pokémon.

Kicking upward with his right foot, he struck the azure wolf precisely on the neck, causing the beast—which had been lunging at Ryan—to rear its body upward and completely expose its abdomen. Ryan seized the moment to thrust his blade deep into the wolf's belly; amidst a mournful howl, yet another azure wolf was slain.

A scene that shocked the world unfolded: the mysterious man stood upon the water's surface in defiance of all physical laws, without even a single ripple spreading beneath his feet. He strode toward the center of the lake... coming to a halt only right at the middle, where he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the plummeting waterfall, lost in thought.