rvive, you must escape.But running away in front of Fang Yu wouldn't be easy.The masked man's mind raced."Whoosh!"At this moment, the Celestial Sky Halberd had already charged towards the masked man."...Seeing the smile on Fang Yu's face, these cultivators from the Yang Tian lineage around him were terrified, their faces pale and bodies trembling.

They had witnessed with their own eyes their leader, Wan Jia, and the young mistress, Xuelian, being killed in such a brutal manner... Their courage had long since been shattered.

At this very moment, they didn't even dare to move!

"Go back, report back! This is an attack! An enemy attack!"

Yet some monks came to their senses, shouting loudly and turning to run away.

However, at this time, Fang Yu's right palm slashed forward.

"Whoosh!"

Though he wielded no sword, the fierce aura he unleashed was no less formidable than any blade!

Boom boom boom…

Under the onslaught of this terrifying aura, these cultivators had nowhere to escape. Their bodies shattered one after another, transforming into blood blossoms that scattered in all directions.

"Ahhhh..."

Screams erupted, but abruptly ceased within seconds.

To the end, everything returned to a state of utter silence.

"Tap tap tap..."

Only the sound of raindrops of blood hitting the ground could be heard.

While in Fang Yu's front, eight tanks were still suspended and radiating light.

Before the eight tanks, there was only one cultivator left.

The monk stood there, frozen in shock, his robes splattered with blood.

His eyes widened, staring at Fang Yu, he was terrified speechless.

"Whoosh!"

Fang Yu's figure flashed, and he came before the cultivator, extending a finger.

"Whoosh!"

The monk didn't even try to dodge, allowing Fang Yu's fingertip to touch his forehead.

A flash of light from his fingertips, and the cultivator lost consciousness.

After finishing the task, Fang Yu turned his head to look behind him.

Hong Ya zu has already stood up, took out a pill and swallowed it, the injuries on his body have obviously improved a lot.

"Whoosh!"

Fang Yu brought the unconscious cultivator back to Hong Yaozu's presence.

"I'm leaving," Fang Yu said.

"Alright, alright, big brother." Hong Yaozhu came to his senses and immediately agreed.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, Fang Yu and Hong Ya zu, with the cultivator, disappeared from sight.

……

Soon after Fang Yu and Hong Yaozu left, a large group of cultivators arrived before the hovering battle chariot above Baita.

Seeing the gyroscopic tank at the front and the blood all over the ground... This group of cultivators' faces changed drastically.

"Something's wrong! Something big has happened! This is Xuelian Miss's caravan!"

"Miss Xuelian was supposed to go to Jíquanshan Villa today to attend a wedding feast, how could this be..."

"Report back to headquarters immediately! Quickly!"

This group of armored, guard-like cultivators trembled like ants on a hot pot, their faces paling and voices shaking!

This is Xuelian Miss, isn't it!

The most beloved daughter of the head of the main branch, Miss Xuelian!

And the place where the accident happened, was still within the territory of their Heavenly One Lineage!

Even if it's in a relatively marginal position, such a thing is absolutely not allowed to happen!

This is a big deal! A major deal that could cost them their heads!

Who dares to intrude into the Yangtian lineage and attack Miss Xuelian within the territory of the Yangtian lineage!

At once, all the guards panicked and rushed back to headquarters to report.

They were well aware that if this matter reached the ears of the patriarch... it would surely spark a bloody storm!

……

"Big brother, just now, those great venerables of the Saint Rune Clan... were they just killed like that"

After leaving the territory of Yangtian lineage, Hong Yaizu swallowed nervously and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Or what" Fang Yu turned his head and glanced at Hong Yaofu, saying.

“That woman seems to hold a high status in this celestial sect... Killing her like this, wouldn't it impact our future actions” Hong Yaizu licked his lips and asked.

“Didn’t I tell you before, this operation is to exterminate the Saintly Clan” Fang Yu said indifferently, “So, no matter how high this Xuelian’s status is, killing her is killing her. As for whether it will bring us consequences afterwards… No matter what, our face and appearance can change at any time. If necessary, we can just change our faces.”

"Also..." Hong Ya zu nodded, and didn't say anything more.

After flying forward for some time, Fang Yu landed in a grove of trees and woke up the unconscious Yangtian Yi pulse cultivator.

Seeing Fang Yu in front of him, this cultivator screamed in fright, his legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Spare me, spare me..." the cultivator cried out in terror.

"Bang!"

Hong Yaozu slapped the cultivator in the face and snarled, "Don't act so tough! Just answer my brother's questions honestly, and you might live. Otherwise, you're dead!"

The monk was slapped awake, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and nodded repeatedly, saying: "I'll say anything, just spare my life..."

"Where was your caravan originally headed" Fang Yu squatted down and asked.

"I, we, Miss..."

As soon as the name "snow lotus" was mentioned, this cultivator recalled the scene of the snow lotus being trampled to death by Fang Yu with one foot. His tone changed and he trembled violently.

"Bang!"

Hong Yaozu slapped him again and roared, “Speak clearly! What are you trembling for!”

These two slaps were delivered with pent-up rage, and with such force that the cultivator's mouth even bled.

"I, we were originally going to Jiquan Mountain Villa for a wedding feast. Xiao, Miss is our representative from the Yangtian lineage…" The cultivator replied.

"A wedding banquet Whose wedding banquet" Fang Yu frowned slightly and asked.

"Yes, he is the young master of the Lan Qing lineage, and he is marrying the county princess from the Yuan Shan lineage. The feast to celebrate their union...the entire Southern Lineage has sent representatives to attend this grand celebration…" The cultivator trembled as he answered, "We are just one among many."

Hong Yaozu turned his head and glanced at Fang Yu.

"Are the Lanqing and Yuanshan lineages very powerful What about the Southern lineage Explain all of this clearly!" Hong Yaizu slapped the cultivator's cheek, his voice as cold as ice. "Otherwise, I'll have your head on the ground."

"Say, I'll say anything, please don't kill me, don't kill me..." the cultivator trembled, pleading in a desperate voice.

……

After about half an hour, the cultivator fainted again, lying motionless on the ground as if dead.

And at this time, Fang Yu had already obtained all the intelligence he wanted.

The so-called Southern脈係, is one of the two major factions within the Saint Text Clan divided due to geographical location.

Correspondingly, this refers to the Northern pulse system.

The southern and northern lineages cluster together, opposing another major lineage; their relations are poor.

But above the two major lineages, there are four Great Saints who preside, considered the masters of the Saint Wen clan. Therefore, both the Southern lineage and the Northern lineage must obey the Four Great Saints.

And today, the wedding banquet of Lanqing and Yuanshan lineages, who are to be married at Jiquan Mountain Villa...are considered two top bloodlines within the Southern lineage, both with formidable strength and profound foundations. through all that is mundane!In Fang Yu's hands... even the divine hand was so easily crushed....like crushing a worthless piece of stone..."Don't daydream during a fight, or you'll die a horrible dea...