Ten tons of explosives?

Fang Yu couldn't help but speak in a cold voice:

"You can press it now... what is there to fear from the Xuantian rank?"

Tang Ming staggered backward.

That sentence turned his face ashen.

How could the Xuantian rank be so powerful?

Powerful enough to not fear even ten tons of explosives.

Fang Yu said sternly:

"From the beginning, I gave you multiple chances. Not to mention you, even the highest-ranking person in Jiangzhou, upon seeing me, must bow and pay respects. I let it slide. How dare you renege on your word? In my life, the thing I despise the most is such deceitful and sneaky people."

His words grew more and more impassioned—

"Today, even if you buried a hundred tons, a thousand tons of explosives, I, Fang Yu, am still going to take your damn life!"

Tang Ming felt an inexplicable murderous intent coming from him.

Just as Tang Ming lifted the remote control in his hand.

He saw something long and shiny appear in Fang Yu's hand.

Song Gusheng also saw that long, shining object gleaming with golden light.

He was taken aback for a moment.

"Heavenly Gang Gold Needle!"

Swoosh—

A streak of golden light seemed to rip through the sky. With a swoosh, a cold glint flashed by, entering Tang Ming's brow.

At that moment, his hand pressed the remote control.

This was the result of his desperate attempt.

But the explosion did not occur.

As his eyes were about to close forever—

He saw Fang Yu walking out of the green smoke.

His steps were light, his expression calm.

On the verge of falling, Fang Yu said indifferently: "Back when I played with these things, you were still playing in the mud. Do you need such an outdated device like a remote control to detonate ten tons of explosives? Rest in peace…"

Thud.

Tang Ming fell headfirst to the ground.

His eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, breathless.

His wife, Fang Zhi, screamed in horror, turned her head, and ran, scared to hide in the storage room.

She held an assault rifle in her hands.

Seeing this thing, Fang Yu was slightly taken aback.

He was somewhat familiar with modern weapons.

But...

Having long cultivated the Divine Dragon Technique and being in the Martial Arts World, he had never considered whether modern weapons were more powerful or whether Martial Artists and Cultivators were.

He had no examples to illustrate.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Don't come any closer..."

Fang Zhi had lost her sanity, raising the weapon as her arms trembled.

Fang Yu looked at her with disdain:

"Do you really think this thing can hurt me?"

He looked straight at Fang Zhi.

Took steps forward.

One step after another, approaching the woman.

Having no Dantian left, she was utterly ordinary, what could she use to stop Fang Yu?

Only the weapon in her hands!

"Don't come closer!"

"I told you not to come closer!"

Fang Yu continued forward, expressionless.

Song Gusheng sighed and said: "You reap what you sow!"

From the beginning, Fang Yu never intended to kill.

Ever since using the Isolation Array to absorb memories and isolate his violent nature, Fang Yu had been intentionally restraining himself from killing.

But...

Sometimes, the people you encounter truly deserve death.

Just as Fang Yu took a step forward—

Fang Zhi completely lost her sanity and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Bang Bang Bang—

Bullets, spitting fire, shot towards Fang Yu.

"Mr. Fang, get out of the way!" Song Gusheng shouted loudly.

In his mind, only those who could completely release their Gang Qi to form a protective shield could withstand such modern weaponry.

He didn't know if Fang Yu had that ability, so he yelled out of urgency.

However...

Fang Yu would never choose to dodge.

If needed, he would simply summon his Dragon Trace Sacred Armor.

Clearly, the level of destructive power present was still insufficient to make Fang Yu resort to his trump card.

In that lightning-fast moment—

Fang Yu raised his large hand.

"Big Star Shield!"

A shadow resembling the Eight Diagram emerged, shielding Fang Yu's front.

Like a pane of transparent glass, the Eight Diagram pattern flashed and was gone.

Bang bang bang!

Bullets densely struck the transparent Big Star Shield.

Sparks scattered brightly.

Bang bang bang!

Fang Zhi was madly pulling the trigger…

The magazine was quickly emptied.

Creak, creak...

The sound abruptly stopped.

Fang Zhi was stunned in place.

Fang Yu folded his great hand back.

The Big Star Shield vanished with it.

In the hall.

Fang Yu's figure, like a Death God walking through the night, was slowly approaching her.

Song Gusheng's face was filled with shock as he murmured to himself: "Big Star Shield? Ancient Battle Technique? How is that possible?" He could clearly sense that Fang Yu had not exhausted his full strength. At this point, he realized, he knew nothing about Fang Yu's actual power!

Fang Zhi's hand trembled, and she slumped down to sit.

"Don't, please don't..."

As he stood before her.

Fang Yu still did not deal the killing blow.

He looked indifferently at Fang Zhi and said, "I won't kill you... but, you will be imprisoned forever on a place known as 'Demon Island.'"

Having said that, he turned and walked towards the hall's exit.

He casually sent a message to Cai Runiao, the Vice Hall Master of the Jiangzhou Dark Web branch.

...

Meanwhile.

At the Fang Family in Jiangzhou.

Half a day's time had quickly passed.

The whole Fang Family was in a state of anxiety and fear.

Only Ye Wenjun, in the backyard, tirelessly practiced her sword skills, Sky-saving Sword and Yi Shui Han had been refined to perfection.

Shangguan Linghui couldn't help but marvel; she considered herself extremely talented, yet in the presence of Ye Wenjun, her talents seemed insignificant. She admired the fact that someone more gifted than she was, was also working harder.

Mastering two Heavenly Rank Combat Skills in a short time was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

As for the rest, they were all in the courtyard, fully prepared for any eventualities.

Xu Huawen, Chen Daotian, Lin Weifeng, along with other disciples.

"That guy just sits inside and doesn't come out to help control the situation?" Xu Huawen said.

"Expert demeanor, I've seen how formidable that Li Xuan is, capable of dealing with the Black Mountain Sect."

"Is he that strong?"

"We will know soon enough."

Fang Ju, pacing back and forth near the gate, was full of worry. Being just a common Martial Artist, he naturally stood no chance against such opponents. Although Li Xuan was present, he was still concerned.

"You two, come here."

Xu Huawen and Chen Daotian approached.

Looking at the worried elder Fang, their own unease was palpable.

In a low voice, Fang Ju asked, "So, is that guy inside really capable or not? If not, quickly summon my worthless disciple back!"

"That... Master Fang... the one inside is a deity. Brother Yu said, with him here we can rest assured."

"A deity my ass, he sits in the room all tense-looking," Fang Ju said.

"That's because… this is Brother Yu's territory..."

"Cut it out, my disciple is really that incredible? I know his true worth better than anyone. You guys keep exaggerating... I believe he has grown stronger, but he's definitely not as strong as you're making him out to be!"

No sooner had he spoken.

Outside the gate, five dark figures carrying Magic Wands slowly approached.

"They're here!"

A cold wind swept through.

Everyone instinctively stood up.

Watching the five-person squad.

Clang—

The Magic Wands struck the ground on the other side.

The lead figure of the Law Enforcement Team, with a decisive look, said: "Time's up, surrender the Iron Fist King!"

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