Chapter 317

: Sweeping Through Without Peer
Translator: 
Myriea_ActiasLuna 
 Editor: 
Nou

Fang Xing, the enmity between us formed from your insult will be sorted out today!
a woman’s clear voice rang out from around ten feet away, and some of the black smog was torn apart by a gust of powerful wind. Within the smog was a purple-dressed woman with a zither in her hands and loathing on her face. Her left hand held the zither while the right heavily plucked a few strings, causing a few tzin 
sounds to pierce hatefully towards Fang Xing like swords and lances.

Stupid bich, you really think I don’t dare to kill you?
When he saw even Ye Gu’yin had come to join in, Fang Xing let out a loud roar and pulled out his one-legged-man lance before slamming it towards Ye Gu’yin.
As it so happened, the notes from Ye Gu’yin’s zither ended up being blocked by the statue with such great force that the Refined Iron covering the statue was split open, revealing an antique-looking guqin—the Phoenix-Fear Guqin.
Gahgaga 
….
After being pushed away by the invisible force of the notes, the Phoenix-Fear Guqin began to let out a strange and ear-splitting noise. Such noises were excessively sharp and shot straight to the depths of the soul, causing those who heard it to become addled and dizzy as their spirit sense was destabilized.
Fang Xing was surprised and excited to realize this Phoenix-Fear Guqin was in fact an Ancient tool that could attack the spirit sense.
Haha, good stuff!
He held the zither horizontally in front of him and began waving his fists randomly against the strings, causing a collection of ear-piercing notes to ring out in all directions and cover the sky.
Ye Gu’yin’s face suddenly became pale and dizzy, and she was barely able to play the strings of the zither in her hands. Her current zither was nothing more than a replacement after losing her Phoenix-Fear Guqin—it was nothing more than a Superior-grade spirit tool and nowhere near as mysterious and powerful as the Phoenix-Fear Guqin. Even when using her full power, her notes were completely messed up by the random noise forced out by Fang Xing’s bashing, preventing Ye Gu’yin from turning her notes into music. With heated rage, Ye Gu’yin tossed her zither aside and threw herself at Fang Xing instead.
Bastard, give me back my Phoenix-Fear Guqin!


Piss off!
Fang Xing coldly exclaimed before throwing out his fist with such great power the pressure sent her flying and she could barely stand afterwards.

Kill Fang Xing to enter the Sword Mound…
a sharp voice rose up. Seven dark shadows from the vast black smog moved towards Fang Xing while holding a thin and long silver sword apiece. Although they seemed like swords, the weapons were woven in the air like strands of silk, and when all seven of the shadows attacked in tandem, it was as though a giant web had been created that could eradicate anything and everything. They were the seven little monsters from a mysterious sect from the northern mountains, and Fang Xing did not dare to underestimate them after seeing this; he held the Phoenix-Fear Guqin in his hands and randomly plucked it towards the sky.
Rumble 
….
The Phoenix-Fear Guqin looked like a big stick, but it managed to restrain the weapons of the seven monsters. With all of the movements in the air, the seven sword strands ended up coiling along the Phoenix-Fear Guqin and became entangled with the strings, creating a stalemate until either the sword strands were broken or the zither strings were split.
Fang Xing let out a loud laugh and used his monstrous brute strength to wave the Phoenix-Fear Guqin to the side. The sword strands were tugged along with the movement and the seven monsters of the northern mountains were sent flying as well. The seven monsters all had their spirit souls connected to their sword string and were determined to not let go, so all they could do was cry out as they were flung about.

Little demon, you’re still acting so viciously moments before your death?

As that loud voice rang out, terrifying spells began flying towards Fang Xing from all directions. Prince Chu Huang, the King of Hell from the south, and five or so unnamed cultivators had all started to attack Fang Xing in concert. They truly couldn’t stand it anymore; although so many people were attacking this little demon at once, he’d been able to injure Chu Huang, wound the King of Hell, send Ye Gu’yin flying, and thwart the seven monsters. He was completely overpowering them—just how shameful would it be if news of this was to spread? With such thoughts in mind, all the remaining elites couldn’t bear it any longer and began to attack while encircling Fang Xing.
Rumble 
….
Fang Xing tossed the seven monsters of the northern mountains towards the spells in order to help fend them off. Two of the seven were directly struck by the spells and turned into a bloody mist, and the remaining five were so terrified they instantly cut any connection they had with the sword strands. The five mourned the names of the two brothers who died and began to tug each other outside the battlefield to flee, each one filled to the core with hatred towards Fang Xing.
Fang Xing laughed out,
Haha, you’re all famous people, yet you’re banding together to fight against me on my own. Are you all not ashamed?
A golden cloud began to float upward, and the golden crow raised him higher while helping to fight against the cultivators.

The opportunity was placed in front of all of us, so why talk about one on one? You angered the Huangfu clan today, brat; you wouldn’t be able to escape even if you had wings!
Prince Chu Huang loudly exclaimed before sending out golden flames to try to surround and kill Fang Xing. In this fierce assault, most of the pressure had come from him.

Escape? Who said I’ll be trying to escape?
The properties of the golden pellet inside Fang Xing had started to activate and a thin layer of red flames—the color of the pellet’s medicinal properties combining with the blood in his veins—seemed to flicker on his skin. His thirst for battle was like that of a maddened dragon, yet he kept his head as clear as ever while deciding it was precisely the time to muddy the waters even further.
I’ll give you all a chance to flee. Does anyone want to go?
Fang Xing yelled out while pushing the King of Hell back with a single palm strike and blocking Prince Chu Huang’s stomp from above.

You say such outrageous things even as death draws close?
Prince Chu Huang yelled back while forming a hand seal that caused a dragon-like gust of wind to rush at Fang Xing.

You’ve lost the chance to escape with your life, golden turtle egg bastard. All of you will die here today!
The medicinal power caused even Fang Xing’s eyes to become red, and he let out a loud roar before finally revealing his trump card.
Yin in his left hand, Yang in his right. Both hands moved in a profound path, the one with the utmost Yin rising upwards while the other with the utmost Yang fell towards the earth. A giant grindstone materialized in mid-air and began to slowly turn, causing all of the cultivators’ spells to get sucked inside. The spells were all ground up into pure power before—once the grindstone’s spin reversed—an extremely powerful light swept out towards all directions and threw the power into the sky.
No! Retreat for now!
All the cultivators being led by Prince Chu Huang flew backwards, completely unwilling to contend against the power of Fang Xing’s apex skill directly.
After an ear-deafening explosion, all the cultivators who’d been attacking Fang Xing were affected by that powerful light that seemed to stretch out and cover the land.

 Ghk 
….
The King of Hell spewed a mouthful of blood and staggered, nearly falling to the ground.
BANG BANG

Two of the five remaining monsters from the northern mountains exploded into bloody mists beneath that light’s power.
Pah 
….
Even Prince Chu Huang was swept up in that light, and a jade he’d worn on his waist ever since his youth suddenly split in two. His face became pale and he lightly shook while blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Is this your trump card, little demon?
he asked while returning to his place in the air with a gaze as cold as ice.
This apex skill is indeed very powerful, but there are so many elites attacking and only one of you. You were forced to spread your power and weren’t able to truly wound any one of us, so what was the point? Besides, although this skill is very strong, it must have consumed an excessive amount of Qi. Even if you’ve taken medicines to counter the side effects, how long can you keep this up for?

The King of Hell returned as well. Although he was clearly heavily wounded, he still didn’t want to let go of this chance.
Haha, indeed, little demon. Sir Lei Jiu of the Nine Songs Tribe hasn’t even attacked yet; even if you manage to fend us off, what does it matter?


Among the top elites of all Jambu, you can be considered within the top five,
a hemp-clothed cultivator declared while moving to block off Fang Xing.
It’s a pity you chose the wrong path and will die here!

More cultivators appeared now and again, and one by one they all moved to block off Fang Xing. No matter how someone looked at it, Fang Xing was out of luck—not even the Yin Yang Sanding Disc had been enough to kill his way out of these top elites.

Oi, my brother, have you caused a bit too much chaos this time? It looks hard to escape.
Even the golden crow couldn’t help but quiver in worry while showing a bitter smile.
Fang Xing laughed.
Who said I’m going to flee? Didn’t I say I still have my trump card?

Surprised, the golden crow asked,
Do you mean that broken flag of yours? I doubt that flag will help you out of all this….

Fang Xing rolled his eyes.
My good ol’ Goldy, have you not noticed something even after being with me for so long?


Notice what?
the golden crow asked, clearly confused.
Fang Xing smirked.
I—your grandpa—earn everything with my brain!

As soon as he finished speaking with the crow, Fang Xing inhaled deeply and yelled out,
Old Peng, release all the blood sacrifices, let this group of damned grandsons see the power of the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits! Remember, anyone who has attacked me, do not let a single one go!

A loud rumble settled into the air and wind began to whip around Fang Xing. Golden sword feathers shot out towards everyone while Fang Xing continued to shout,
Lei Jiu, how dare a flunky like you act so arrogantly in front of me? For the Huangfu clan to dare offend me, you—their flunky—shall be the first I kill and turn into a blood sacrifice for my flag! Then I’ll attack the Sword Mound and plunder all the Sword Embryos….

BOOM 
!
After that loud yell, Fang Xing dashed towards the crowd to battle against the powerful cultivators, Prince Chu Huang included. His viciousness was unmatched, and his voice traveled throughout the black smog in waves that rolled in all directions. Everyone had heard his roar!
Killing Lei Jiu for the sake of his flag, then attacking the Sword Mound to plunder the Sword Embryos….
At this moment, the eyes of the blue-clothed bandit lit up as he understood the intent behind Fang Xing’s words. As for the disguised Ghost Prince Li Ying who’d been hidden amidst the crowd, his eyes also lit up and he looked towards the sky.
A countless number of cultivators within the crowd were slightly moved as a certain idea formed in their minds. There were even some others who immediately took out spirit tools for the purpose of disguise.