Chapter 166: You Are of Great Use to This Princess While You Live

"Oh! You know my Martial Brother Blood!"

Hearing Fang Heng's words, the old man's expression changed, and he spoke directly.

"Heh, more than just knowing him."

Fang Heng sneered, "However, you should answer my question first."

"Heh, judging by your tone, you seem to have a conflict with my Martial Brother Blood. Well, that's just fine, I've already resolved that conflict for you."

The old man smiled. "You say there is the aura of Martial Brother Blood on me. That's correct. As for the reason? It's very simple. Martial Brother Blood was eaten by me and a few other senior martial brothers."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone between heaven and earth changed color. Eaten!

Everyone knew how vicious Demonic martial artists were, but eating one's own martial brother was something they were hearing of for the very first time!

"So that's how it is. No wonder you carry his aura."

Fang Heng nodded and smiled. "A Demonic martial artist is truly a Demonic martial artist, eating even his own martial brother."

"Heh, I don't see anything wrong with it. Survival of the fittest, the strong survive. Besides, Martial Brother Blood obtained a supreme treasure yet cultivated in secret alone, and in the end, he ended up heavily injured with no hope of further progress. What use is such a martial brother?"

The old man said with a smile.

"Then why would you save this bunch of worthless trash?" Fang Heng smiled. "Compared to Blood Lengshuang, aren't they not even in the same league?"

"Heh, but they don't try to hog benefits all to themselves like Martial Brother Blood did."

The old man continued to smile. "It's true that we Demonic martial artists are ruthless, but we also have our rules. As long as there is loyalty and unity, then naturally we are as close as family."

"Heh, what a robber's logic."

Fang Heng shook his head with a smile. "Forget it then. You have your logic, and I have my principles. In the end, neither side can convince the other; only power can decide who is right. Now, seeing as this old bastard hasn't provoked me, let go of your hand, and I'll let you crawl away. Otherwise, I'll send you and this worthless trash on your way together."

Hearing these words, every single young person between heaven and earth stared at Fang Heng with wide-open mouths.

Arrogance—this word had been echoing in their minds all along, the only impression they had of this mysterious expert named Fang Heng. But right now, they suddenly felt that this word was simply inadequate to describe him.

This was no longer arrogance, nor was it even overbearingness. This surpassed arrogance and overbearingness; it was a feeling of utter contempt.

It was like standing at an infinitely higher dimension of life and power, looking down with disdain upon lesser creatures. This was not put on; this was a temperament that only came from having true, unshakable confidence.

Naturally, the old man also felt this temperament, and his gaze flickered uncertainly as he looked at Fang Heng.

He knew that Fang Heng was truly no simple character. Even he preferred not to provoke such a person, and he was currently debating whether he should bother saving these worthless junior brothers at all.

"Senior Brother, you must save us!"

"Senior Brother, even if you don't care about the bonds of brotherhood, just consider what we've done for you over the years—you have to help us!"

Piteous pleas spilled from the lips of Blood Lengshuang and the others. At this moment, they had placed all their hopes entirely on this old man.

Hearing this, the old man's gaze flickered even more violently.

"Alright, time's up."

Seeing the old man's flickering gaze, Fang Heng said indifferently, "Since you still haven't let go by now, it seems you're intent on meddling with this bunch of trash. In that case, you can die as well."

Swish!

Amidst his words, a brilliant sword light flashed into existence. Fang Heng's other hand suddenly drew the Zhenwu Sword from his waist and swept it directly across the old man's wrist!

Splat!

A burst of fresh blood erupted from the old man's hand. Everyone saw that the palm with which the old man had grabbed Fang Heng was severed clean off by Fang Heng!

The next moment, Fang Heng's figure moved, and the Zhenwu Sword slashed out once more, a bright sword light flashing and vanishing in an instant.

The eyes of Blood Feiyun and the other Blood Demon Heavenly Palace disciples kneeling in the void also froze instantly.

"Originally, I didn't want to use my sword to kill you because you aren't worthy. However, this old bastard still has some tricks up his sleeve, so to avoid trouble, I can only slaughter you all with my sword."

Fang Heng said indifferently, "You could say this is your honor."

Bang, bang, bang!

Explosions rang out one after another. Almost the instant Fang Heng finished speaking, the bodies of Blood Lengshuang and the others, who had been kneeling in the sky, completely exploded, turning into a misty, flying shower of flesh and blood!

Everyone was dumbfounded!

With a single sword strike, he severed the old man's arm; with another sword strike, he annihilated Blood Feiyun and a dozen other geniuses of the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace!

Such strength, executed with such ease—it was simply too terrifying!

"Who on earth is he?!"

A thought flashed through the minds of everyone between heaven and earth. At this moment, they all desperately wanted to know Fang Heng's true identity!

"It's a misunderstanding! I won't interfere anymore!"

Right at this moment, the old man in the void whose arm had been severed by a sword strike immediately shouted. Having said that, his figure moved, seemingly intending to flee.

"Heh, now you realize it's a misunderstanding and want to stay out of it? Too bad, it's too late."

Fang Heng smiled at that moment, his figure suddenly flickering and vanishing into the void. The next instant, he appeared directly in front of the fleeing old man, and the Zhenwu Sword in his hand pierced straight through the old man's chest, fresh blood instantly erupting!

"You—"

"When I gave you a chance, you didn't want it, and you only changed your tune after the opportunity passed. You brought this upon yourself, you can't blame anyone else."

Looking at the old man's resentful eyes, Fang Heng spoke indifferently, abruptly twisting the Zhenwu Sword in his hand.

Boom!

An explosion sounded, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Visible to the naked eye, this extremely powerful old man was directly shredded right in front of Fang Heng.

Between heaven and earth, dead silence reigned.

At this very moment, everyone stared blankly at Fang Heng. Aside from shock, their eyes held only absolute awe!

He was dead!

The people of the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace had come here to participate in the Chaotic Martial Heavenly Palace Grand Tournament, yet before even participating, they had been killed outright!

This outcome completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Brother, you're going to be in trouble."

Just as everyone was silent, Zhan Hun of the War Demon Heavenly Palace, who had stepped back earlier, spoke to Fang Heng. "The people of the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace will probably be here soon."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As these words were uttered, more than a dozen piercing sounds of rushing wind began to ring out. The stunned crowd all shuddered; they knew this matter was far from over! How could the experts of the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace sit idly by while their people were slaughtered?

"Trouble? This doesn't even remotely count as trouble; they're just a bit of dust."

Seeing those figures charging over, Fang Heng said indifferently, "For dust, one only needs to wave a hand."

Swish!

With those words, the Zhenwu Sword in Fang Heng's hand gently swept toward the incoming figures, and the white sword light flickered and vanished once more!

Puffing explosions rang out instantly, and everyone watched in horror as the figures charging over failed to even reach Fang Heng before bursting into bloody flowers right in the sky!

Dead once again!

From start to finish, Fang Heng and this group of Blood Demon Heavenly Palace geniuses had only exchanged a few sentences. In that short span of time, half of the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace's experts had been directly killed by Fang Heng!

Such terrifying strength couldn't help but make everyone's bodies tremble. They looked at Fang Heng with the utmost seriousness; they had to remember this person and vow never to provoke him ever again!

"Damn it! If you have the guts, leave your name!"

At that moment, a roar rang out—it was the rest of the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace experts in the distance shouting in rage.

"When it's time for you to know, you naturally will."

Looking at that group of Blood Demon Heavenly Palace geniuses, Fang Heng said indifferently, "Now, is there anyone else who wants to come and throw their lives away?"

As his voice fell, everyone looked toward the group of Blood Demon Heavenly Palace members. Faced with everyone's gazes, those disciples didn't even dare to speak. After casting a resentful glare at Fang Heng, their figures flashed, and they actually turned and fled directly!

By this point, they already knew that Fang Heng was simply not someone they could afford to provoke. He had killed so many of their experts in such a short time; if they rushed forward, they would only be throwing their lives away, and no one liked courting death.

Seeing that the people from the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace had all run away, Fang Heng in the sky let out a cold smile. With a flick of his hand, he sheathed the Zhenwu Sword, intending to leave.

"Wait."

At that moment, a voice rang out. Among the group of beautiful maidens from the Pink Heavenly Palace, one of them had spoken up.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this call, Fang Heng frowned, turned his head, and said indifferently, "What is it?"

Seeing Fang Heng's gaze, the group of beautiful maidens from the Pink Heavenly Palace all shuddered. The maiden who had spoken felt her voice trembling as she said, "We... we just want to express our gratitude."

"Gratitude? What gratitude?" Fang Heng said flatly.

"Thank you for not taking your anger out on us because of them," the maiden said earnestly.

"That kind of thanks is unnecessary," Fang Heng said indifferently. "They were merely using you as a pretext. I still possess that much ability to distinguish right from wrong."

"No matter what, we still thank you," the maiden insisted.

"There's no need for thanks," Fang Heng said plainly. "If you really want to thank me, you might as well tell me where Luo Hongyan of your Heavenly Palace is right now."

"Senior Sister Luo? Senior Sister Luo is not in the palace. According to the other senior sisters, it seems she is in secluded cultivation."

The maiden quickly replied, "Does this brother know our Senior Sister Luo?"

"You could say that."

Fang Heng said indifferently, waved his hand, and turned to leave once more.

He had no ties with the Pink Heavenly Palace; his connection was solely with Luo Hongyan. Aside from her, he didn't care about anyone else. Since these maidens had taken the initiative to speak to him, he simply didn't have the mood to entertain them.

"Haha, Brother, why don't you come over to our side so we can discuss martial arts together?"

Right at that moment, Zhan Hun laughed and spoke. Fang Heng raised an eyebrow, and the next instant, his figure flickered and he arrived right beside Zhan Hun.

"Since Brother Zhan is willing to discuss martial arts with me, then we certainly must."

Fang Heng smiled, causing Zhan Hun's expression to light up with joy. Zhan Hun immediately said, "I wouldn't dare. That phrase should be directed by me to you, Brother. Your willingness to exchange pointers with me is my honor."

As these words were spoken, the surrounding people looked at Fang Heng with even greater amazement. They had heard of Zhan Hun—he was a core genius of the War Demon Heavenly Palace and usually exceptionally arrogant. Yet now, he was being so polite to this mysterious young man, even reaching a point of genuine humility. How could this not arouse everyone's curiosity?

However, Zhan Hun offered no explanation for everyone's curiosity. With a smiling wave of his hand, he led Fang Heng away from the crowded area, and after a few blinks, they arrived inside a mountain cave located in a distant range.

"Heh, Brother Fang is truly peerless in this world. With the strength of one man, you slaughtered the vast majority of the Blood Demon Heavenly Palace's geniuses, leaving the survivors too terrified to act. Such prestige—I truly admire it."

As soon as they entered the cave, Zhan Hun smiled and spoke to Fang Heng, while cupping his fists together in a full bow of respect.

"Brother Zhan is far too polite."

Fang Heng waved his hand with a smile. "They were merely a bunch of trash. Had it been Brother Zhan, you could have killed them just as easily, though it might have cost you a little extra effort."

"Haha, at our level, not a single punch or kick can be wasted."