Chapter 276

: Extermination
Translator: 
Myriea_ActiasLuna 
 Editor: 
Nou

Heh, you want to lock me up with just a broken metal circlet like this?
Amidst his disdainful laughter, Fang Xing activated his Qi and a whirlwind quickly began to pick up. The symbols on his head appeared once more—as though trying their best to confine him—yet Fang Xing didn’t seem to be in any pain. A terrifying murderous aura formed, growing stronger and stronger with the movement of his Qi before it rushed up towards the metal circlet with a hint of madness….
A Jing Guang disciple screamed out,
What is he doing?!

Yuan Shenglian was also surprised. ‘Is he trying to break the Spirit Lock Circlet’s restriction?’ 
A bad feeling began to grow within him and he took a few steps forward, preparing to send a spell towards Fang Xing.

That’s impossible! How can the Spirit Lock Circlet be broken? He’s seeking nothing but death!
Jing Fu yelled out at the top of her lungs.
Fang Xing’s eyes opened, revealing golden symbols floating within his gaze as a gigantic force of Qi rose up.
Open!
With that abrupt yell, he smashed his fists heavily against each other.
Pah

The instant both fists touched, the Qi around him began to rage and the Spirit Lock Circlet shattered into innumerable pieces. Everyone was instantly shocked; even Yuan Shenglian who was about to perform a spell was left dumbstruck and frozen in place.
The Spirit Lock Circlet had been broken?
A spirit tool that could restrict even a Golden Core Stage cultivator was broken by someone in Foundation Stage?
It was important to know that since the Spirit Locket Circlet locked up the True Spirit, forcefully breaking it had only one result: the person’s True Spirit would shatter and they would die even without any external wounds! Yet a mere Foundation Stage tier two kid was able to forcibly break the Spirit Lock Circlet?

Kid… how did you free yourself from the Spirit Lock Circlet?
Although the current situation was so urgent, Grand Elder Jing Guang still yelled out this question. Not even he—a Golden Core Stage cultivator—could reason through it; a Spirit Lock Circlet simply could not be broken. Unless Yuan Shenglian had done something to it while placing it on Fang Xing? As he tried to figure it out, Grand Elder Jing Guang even began to suspect Yuan Shenglian.

Free myself? Haha, I wasn’t restrained by it in the first place, how can you consider this being freed?
Fang Xing sneered, his arrogance rising to its peak alongside his disdain while murderous intent shined from the bottom of his gaze.
Neither Grand Elder Jing Guang nor Yuan Shenglian—who’d personally placed the Spirit Lock Circlet on Fang Xing—could believe that this Spirit Lock Ring capable of restraining Golden Core cultivators was unable to restrain someone who was merely in Foundation Stage tier two.
When Fang Xing successfully created the method of
outer demon inner saint
, his True Spirit had taken over the demonic spirit. In other words, there was a demonic shell outside the True Spirit, and that demonic shell sat within the tower of Dao while serving as protection for Fang Xing’s True Spirit.
When the Spirit Lock Circlet was worn, it restrained the True Spirit directly. Others would of course be confined and unable to resist, but the circlet only restrained his demonic shell without touching his True Spirit within. For Fang Xing, not only could he still try to use the power locked by the circlet to break free, but he could use the full power of his True Spirit without reservation to do so as well. This power was more than enough to break through the Spirit Lock Circlet, to the point there was almost no resistance at all.
Fang Xing didn’t bother explaining how he’d been able to do this, of course. His gaze swept across all the disciples from the four groups of people on his side of the bridge before looking towards the stern faces of the four Golden Cores on the other side.
Old bastard Jing Guang, if you’d kept your word, I’d genuinely considered letting this granddaughter of yours live. And yet even though I was so honest this once, you unfortunately had to play games with me. No more playing around anymore….
In his mind, Grand Elder Jing Guang must have given Jing Fu a secret command to harm Chu Ci, and so all of his hatred had fallen onto him.

And you three old bastards, I almost threw away my life to help your disciples enter this Mysterious Domain, yet you wouldn’t even help me look after a little girl. You allowed that old Jing Guang bastard to take her right in front of you….
He paused there, his malicious aura growing around him before becoming frenzied.
Since all four of you hurt this girl of mine, I’m going to completely exterminate all four groups of these disciples!
His words were crisp and clear, like hammering nails into steel.
The murderous intent that rose from Fang Xing was heavier than ever. He didn’t even try to suppress the terrifying amount of Qi that was activated around him, to the point a layer of malicious aura actually became visible and formed the likeness of a black cape over ten feet long. Not even the malicious aura from the Yin Servants could compare to Fang Xing’s right now, and the pure malice contained within that cape caused even the Golden Cores across the small stone bridge to feel a quiver in their hearts, to say nothing of their disciples on the other side.

Keep on pretending and I’ll send you off to the netherworld to join that stupid girl!
Although surprised, Jing Fu was a young elite and didn’t begin to panic. She thrust the longsword in her hands towards Fang Xing with a loud command, causing that single longsword to turn into a countless number of shadows each as sharp as a genuine bone-shaving knife. The blades spanned out along a ten-foot radius before the sword and its shadows changed into the illusion of a terrifying dragon, its giant mouth opening to try to swallow Fang Xing.
To be able to manifest a sword shadow into physical form required an extreme level of mastery over the technique! Even factoring in the power of this attack alone, she was qualified to be considered a young elite. And yet, Fang Xing didn’t even bother looking at this terrifying dragon formed from the sword shadow—he simply opened his palm and pressed it down.
Boom 
….
An unceasing amount of malice was contained in that hand. As the palm moved forward, a great power was released that soon captured the sword dragon mid-air and prevented it from moving even an inch farther. It was stalled for less than half a breath, however, before the sword dragon suddenly shattered and became silver sparkles floating off into the atmosphere….

Be careful, Shimei Fu!
Yuan Shenglian yelled out, alarmed. A tremor of fear rose unbidden in his heart, and he began to activate spells while immediately dashing towards Fang Xing. He’d never placed any importance on Fang Xing, and the only reason why he’d noticed that little group in the first place had been because of Chu Ci’s attractiveness; a youth as unsightly as Fang Xing didn’t warrant any of his attention.
After all, in the eyes of such a young elite from the western deserts, not only was Fang Xing’s current level in early-Foundation Stage not very high, but he didn’t have the demeanor expected of a young elite, either. Such a demeanor was hard to put into words, but—simply put—it was an aura that would inspire awe and instill might upon the opponent without needing to do anything at all. Even if a true elite was all alone and wearing ordinary clothes, they had something that would set them apart from others. This was something Fang Xing didn’t really have, and it was unlikely he ever would—it was difficult for someone who didn’t care about appearances to develop such a thing.
This was the reason why even when Fang Xing managed to capture Uncle Hong or sneak onto the small stone bridge under Grand Elder Jing Guang’s gaze, Yuan Shenliang still hadn’t cared much about Fang Xing, He believed this youth was a bit smarter than most and had unrivaled guts, but when it came to actual battle prowess, Yuan Shenglian didn’t think too highly of Fang Xing believed it had all come from an external source of power, namely Fang Xing’s giant flag. Now that he had the Golden Dragon Infant Bagua, Yuan Shenglian had been confident seizing Fang Xing wouldn’t be difficult at all.
Such a feeling of superiority completely vanished in an instant. The youth who’d become furious from that girl’s injury suddenly released a vicious might that caused even him to feel fear. It was a kind of might he hadn’t felt from any of the other famous elites sharing his title in the western deserts.
This person had to be a battle cultivator! And he had to be a battle cultivator who’d required a large clan or sect with a huge fortune!
As Yuan Shenliang drew close, he let out a loud growl and a red lotus formed in front of his palm with golden flames burning along it. The very instant it appeared, the flames turned into a sharp golden blade that—using the red lotus as its source—thrusted out towards Fang Xing alongside sharp whistling sounds. In the meantime, Yuan Shenglian caught ahold of Jing Fu and pulled her in towards his back in case Fang Xing decided to retaliate against her.
Woosh 
….
The golden blade didn’t strike its target.
Fang Xing was nowhere to be seen.
Chills began to run down Yuan Shenglian’s back. The red lotus returned and flew over his head before releasing a red light downwards to cover him and Jing Fu, but such a defensive action was ultimately pointless. Fang Xing didn’t attack them at all; instead, he appeared in front of two Jing Guang disciples behind the pair and slammed down with an attack filled with extraordinary malice.
These two disciples were only at the peak of Spirit Stage. When power was great as this fell upon them, they weren’t even able to lift a finger before their heads exploded like crushed watermelon.
Fang Xing quickly moved again, this time towards three more Jing Guang disciples on the left. A pair of golden wings formed on his back and the wings’ sharp feathers began to fly in the air. By the time he passed by, the three disciples’ bodies were left completely eviscerated.
Rather than attacking Yuan Shenglian first, Fang XIng had picked out the weaker disciples instead. If he started fighting the more powerful cultivators of the groups, he might end up putting too much of his focus to prevent these people from fleeing.
He said he’d exterminate these four groups and he’d meant it; not a single disciple would be left alive!