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75: Chapter 75 Melody

The post-drinking clamor was abruptly cut off as if by an invisible giant hand.

The icy night wind instantly swept away the tipsiness of Fang Xin and the others.

Zhong Heng's expression froze, his sharp gaze falling upon Su Yang. "Brother Fang, it looks like an enemy of yours."

Fang Xin's Face turned grim, his eyes fixed intently on Su Yang's Face, when his body suddenly jolted.

"It's you! The Head of the Su Family!"

Fang Xin's intoxication vanished instantly. Connecting the dots with his recent enemies, he finally recognized Su Yang.

"The Su Family..."

Zhong Heng was taken aback upon hearing this.

He had listened to Fang Xin boast all day, so he naturally knew about the grievances between the Su Family and the Fang Family.

"Head of the Su Family, wait! Please, for the sake of the Zhong Family's Face, do not be impulsive."

Seeing Su Yang about to make a move, Zhong Heng immediately spoke up to stop him.

Su Yang swept a cold glance over him. "I said those uninvolved should leave. Are you planning to become an enemy of my Su Family?"

"Brother Fang is a friend of my Zhong Family." Zhong Heng frowned. "Is the Head of the Su Family not planning to give my Zhong Family Face?"

"The Zhong Family? The Seventh-Rank Family from Yunmeng Ruins?"

"Exactly!"

Zhong Heng nodded proudly, suddenly straightening his back and naturally clasping his hands behind him.

Since the other party recognized their Zhong Family, things would be easy to handle.

Both the Fang Family and the Zhong Family were Seventh-Rank Families. With Cultivators from both families present, would a mere Eighth-Rank Family dare to act out?

Su Yang's gaze was peculiar, suspecting this person had a problem with his brain. He wasn't even afraid of the Fang Family, so why would he care about another Seventh-Rank Family?

"Brother Zhong, why waste words with him? A mere Fourth Layer of Qi Refining dares to come here alone; he's truly seeking death!"

Fang Xin sneered.

He suddenly raised his hand and threw out a Flying Sword, which pierced through Su Yang's body with lightning speed!

However, the expected dull thud of tearing flesh did not occur, nor was there any splatter of blood.

The Flying Sword passed through Su Yang's body without any resistance, as if passing through an invisible ripple.

The sneer on Fang Xin's Face suddenly froze.

"What's the situation? An illusion Formation?" He abruptly retreated behind the Fang Family members, warily observing his surroundings.

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they hurriedly sacrificed their Magical Artifacts and Talismans, standing ready for battle.

No wonder the opponent dared to come alone; it turned out he had set up a Formation in advance.

"Don't lose your cool!" Zhong Heng forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart and shouted in a low voice, "Lanshui County strictly forbids Cultivators from privately setting up Formations on the streets. This is definitely not an illusion Formation!"

"If it's not an illusion Formation, then what is it?"

Fang Xin stared fixedly at Su Yang. The melodious tune in his ears was still echoing in waves. Out of the corner of his eye, he realized with a shock that the night was growing darker, and even the lanterns in front of the inn had silently gone out...

"The music! There's something wrong with this melody!"

Fang Xin suddenly woke up to the fact that the music, which had been lingering in his ears from the beginning, was coming from nowhere, yet it continued to echo incessantly even now.

"It's a Melody Dao Technique!"

He shouted in alarm, while immediately sealing his sense of hearing to try and block it out. However, the melodious rhythm did not disappear; instead, it began to play within his mind!

What's going on?!

Fang Xin's Face turned pale instantly. He hurriedly looked around for help from his companions, only to find to his horror that everyone around him had completely vanished!

"Did you really think I said so much just to chat with you?"

Su Yang's voice rang out in Fang Xin's mind. "I thought you would realize sooner, so I specifically prepared many backup plans. It seems I overestimated you."

"Get out here!"

Fang Xin held his sword in one hand, frantically slashing at the pitch-black surroundings while throwing out several Talismans, which exploded in a continuous roar!

When the dust settled, Su Yang's figure slowly stepped out from the haze, his robes unstained by a single speck of dust.

A fierce glint appeared in Fang Xin's eyes. His body flashed like a ghost to appear before Su Yang, and his right palm, wrapped in a fierce wind, struck down violently.

A piercing cold light burst from his palm, condensing into three intersecting, rotating metal serrations that buzzed as they sliced toward Su Yang's throat.

The sensation of cutting through flesh made Fang Xin's Face light up with joy.

He saw a look of horror on Su Yang's Face. Hot blood sprayed from his neck onto Fang Xin's Face, the familiar and pungent smell of blood feeling completely real at this moment.

Absolutely no mistake! This time, he hadn't hit an illusion!

Fang Xin's left hand formed a seal to summon flames, and a pillar of crimson fire crashed down from the sky!

The boiling flow of flames made the stone slabs sizzle. The rising heat waves distorted his vision as Su Yang was instantly charred black, falling to the ground and rolling while screaming in agony.

The corners of Fang Xin's mouth curled up, the blood all over his Face making his smile look extremely hideous.

He grabbed Su Yang's neck and lifted him with one hand, as the melody in his mind slowly faded away.

"Is that it?"

Fang Xin sneered mockingly, as if he were squeezing a struggling chick.

"Brother Fang, stop!" Su Yang cried out feebly.

"Hahahaha!" Fang Xin laughed wildly. "Now you know to beg for mercy? Forget calling me Brother Fang, even calling me Grandpa Fang won't help."

"Brother Fang, please stop..."

Su Yang struggled in pain, the expression on his Face gradually twisting.

Fang Xin was ecstatic at the sight. Whenever he recalled his brother's tragic death in the Secret Realm and the humiliation he suffered in the Ten Thousand Mountains, he wanted to tear the Su Family members into a thousand pieces.

He had imagined this scene countless times, and today it was finally realized!

As Su Yang's Face became more distorted, Fang Xin's laughter became even more unrestrained. Su Yang's Face gradually twisted until his features were unrecognizable, vaguely taking on the appearance of Zhong Heng.

It wasn't until the person choked on white foam and breathed their last that Fang Xin realized the Face of the 'Su Yang' he had strangled was actually identical to Zhong Heng's.

How interesting!

"Wait!"

The thought flashed by, and Fang Xin suddenly froze in place. He carefully identified the Face of 'Su Yang'.

What the hell? This wasn't just identical; it was Zhong Heng himself!

What's going on!?

Fang Xin's pupils shrank violently, and he retreated in terror.

Looking around, he found the Fang Family and the Zhong Family slaughtering each other. Some were charred black by Spells, some were decapitated, and some had their intestines spilling out, yet they were still fighting desperately.

"Everyone, stop immediately!!!"

Fang Xin shouted at the crowd in panic.

Puchi!

Just then, a Flying Sword pierced through his back and out of his chest!

His whole body stiffened. He looked down in disbelief at the blood-stained sword tip protruding from his chest.

"Heh..." He wanted to scream, but his throat was blocked by a surge of metallic sweetness, and he could only make broken, wheezing sounds.

Enduring the searing pain, he used the last of his strength to turn his head with great difficulty.

His vision was blurred by pain and blood loss. In that blood-colored afterimage, he saw Su Yang's Face, cold as frost. There was no ripple of emotion in his eyes, only a bone-deep chill.

The color drained from Fang Xin's Face, leaving it paper-white, and his lips trembled violently.

"So the Melody Dao Technique... is actually this terrifying..."

Fang Xin smiled, revealing blood-stained gums.

They all thought their opponent was Su Yang alone, but it turned out that the person who truly wiped them out had never even shown his Face from start to finish.

To think he was still feeling smug, believing the other party was nothing special.

It turned out he was the biggest joke, thinking he was in control of the situation when he was actually being toyed with by a single melody.

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