Lord of the night.

Chapter 1372 The Path of the Wind God [Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions!]

Xue Changqing and a dozen others sat in a circle with Fang Che inside the tent.

"Mr. Fang, what is it?"

"The matter of the Wind God."

Fang Che rolled his eyes at Xue Changqing: "Isn't this something you should be considering? Why are you asking me?"

Xue Changqing smiled憨厚ly: "President Fang is my support. It's best if President Fang makes the suggestion! I'll do whatever President Fang tells me to do."

"..."

Fang Che was speechless: "Brother Qing! You are a youth leader, is it appropriate for you to say such a thing?"

"suitable!"

Xue Changqing said very solemnly, "Of course you can't say it in front of others, but you can say it in front of President Fang."

Fang Che was stunned.

Because he sensed that what this guy was saying was actually what he truly felt!
Moreover, Xue Yizun and the others were nodding vigorously in agreement.

Fang Che's facial muscles twitched.

Xue Yizun explained, "Changqing is fine with making decisions on serious matters, but when it comes to other things, his mind works a bit slower. In this respect, he is indeed a bit worse than you, President Fang. After all, Changqing simply doesn't have that kind of cheeky thought process, but not being cheeky in the world is a major flaw."

As he finished speaking, Xue Yizun sighed slightly. He glanced at Fang Che, a smug look on his face.

Everyone nodded in unison, suppressing their laughter.

Although seasoned veterans understand that sometimes being a little cheeky can be beneficial for getting along with others and creating a good atmosphere, there is definitely a limit. Xue Changqing would never do that, while Dong Yunyu is cheeky to the extreme. These two are two extremes.

But Xue Yizun's words were clearly a veiled dig at Fang Che. It's unclear how President Fang offended him.

"Hehe, that makes sense. Dong Yunyu..."

Fang Che glared at Xue Yizun, then winked at Dong Yunyu and called out her name.

Dong Yunyu immediately stood up, his nostrils flared, and said with a mocking expression, "Tsk tsk, otherwise it would have to be wind, rain, and snow, this shit..."

"Shut up, you son of a bitch!"

Xue Huanhuan and Xue Yizun rushed forward and covered Dong Yunyu's mouth.

Xue Yizun turned around and pleaded, "President Fang, I was wrong..."

Fang Che snorted: "Behave yourself from now on, or I'll send Dong Yunyu over if anything happens to your Xue family! I'll send him over even if nothing happens!"

"I was wrong! My whole family was wrong!"

Xue Yizun readily chickened out.

Xue Changqing laughed and asked, "President Fang, what do you think of the Wind God?"

Fang Che sighed. He had tried to avoid taking the lead by cracking jokes and returning the leadership to Xue Changqing, but the guy had thrown it all back at him with just one sentence.

He glared at Xue Changqing.

Xue Changqing looked confused: Wasn't this your idea? Why are you glaring at me?

"If you want to survive under her, you have to take responsibility and pass the notice down..."

Then Fang Che's gaze sharpened, and he said, "Wait, Feng Yun and Yan Beihan have gone over... Prick up your ears and see what they say. You know they have the same concerns as us. We'll react accordingly based on their response."

Everyone turned their heads and saw the opposite side in the far distance.

Sure enough, Feng Yun and Yan Beihan walked towards the direction of the Wind God.

The two sides were thousands of feet apart, but in the eyes of these holy venerables and holy emperors, it was naturally nothing.

On the other side, after Feng Yun was removed from the list, he immediately met up with Yan Beihan and exchanged a few words.

Yan Beihan nodded slightly.

Then Feng Yun charged directly at Yu Fengshen, his anger blazing: "Yu Fengshen! What's wrong with you? You killed the guardians, fine, but you didn't even spare a single one of your own? Even those who shouted at you and relayed my message to you, you still killed them without hesitation?! What do you mean by this?"

Yan Beihan stood with his hands behind his back to the side.

He looked at the Wind God with a cold gaze.

Bi Yunyan, Bai Ye, and the others also formed a semi-circle, watching Yu Fengshen.

The Wind God has thoroughly aroused public wrath.

Moreover, these people were all in a state of constant fear: when Yu Feng Shen Sha was in a fit of rage, he truly didn't care who the person he killed was.

"Means nothing."

After removing himself from the list, the Wind God stood with his arms crossed in front of a tree, his face icy cold: "Those who block my way shall die, that's all."

Although Feng Yun is a leader of the younger generation, Yu Fengshen is of a higher seniority than Feng Yun.

Moreover, the Wind God was directly under the Sect Leader's Hall, and indeed didn't take Feng Yun seriously.

“Those people have already begged for mercy, and they've clearly stated that they'll admit defeat in one move. You're not even giving them a chance to admit defeat? Are they blocking your way? Where are they blocking your way?”

Feng Yun suppressed his temper and asked, "Why did you still kill them?"

"Useless, there's no point in keeping it."

The Wind God snorted.

"Wind God! How dare you!"

Feng Yun roared, "With your temperament, can you even be considered a human being?!"

"I'm not even a person!"

The Wind God coldly said, "In my eyes, there are hardly any people in this world who are truly human!"

Feng Yun took a deep breath, suppressing his temper, and said, "Wind God, I only ask you, are you still a member of the Righteous Sect? Do you still obey the orders of your superiors?"

"I am a member of the True Church!"

The Wind-Riding God said, "My superiors can order me around, but they can't stop me from killing. I cultivate a ruthless art, a killing technique!"

"My cultivation techniques, my level of expertise, and my combat prowess must all be accompanied by slaughter."

"Destroying everything in my path, leaving a trail of corpses behind. That is my way! I don't care whether my way leads to hell or heaven. To hell is a path of slaughter. To heaven is also a path of slaughter!" The Wind God's eyes were clear and bright. Although he didn't care about anything, Feng Yun's status was special and his future was limitless, so he still explained to clear his name: "Feng Yun, Young Master Yun, I know your difficulties. I know your anger; but I cannot stop. If I stop, my momentum will be dampened; this method of slaughtering the heavens, once its momentum is dampened, is no better than an ordinary martial artist."

"In that case, I'll be useless, and the people who died will have died in vain."

Feng Yun took a deep breath: "Stop killing your own people! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

Yu Fengshen also took a deep breath: "Let's rely on our own abilities! If you can withstand my first move, and if you find yourself outmatched, admit defeat immediately! There are rules in the Cloud Realm!"

Feng Yun's face turned ashen, and he turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

Now, with all the vice-leaders present, he cannot publicly dismantle the weapon that the vice-leaders have collectively agreed upon and approved for killing their child.

But the frustration in his heart was truly palpable.

He understood the purpose of such a killing move, but he couldn't accept it.

Yu Fengshen watched Feng Yun's departing figure with icy eyes.

From the side, Yan Beihan spoke calmly: "Wind God, what about me?"

Yu Fengshen's pretty face changed, but she didn't speak.

Yan Beihan frowned and asked again, "Answer!"

"..."

Yu Fengshen took a deep breath: "Treat everyone equally!"

"presumptuous!"

Yan Beihan's face was covered in frost. With a flick of her sleeves, she revealed her pale hand and commanded indifferently, "Raise your face! Today, this great-aunt will carry out some family discipline on your behalf!"

The Wind God's face turned ashen.

Yan Beihan's eyes were piercing: "Hmm?!"

The Wind God wanted to resist, but he could only obediently close his eyes, tilt his head back slightly, and wait for the slap to fall.

clap clap!

Six loud, heavy slaps landed on the face of the Wind God.

The sound reverberated through the mountains and echoed through the valleys.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was swollen, and she turned her head to the side, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth.

He took a deep breath and remained silent.

Yan Beihan said with his hands behind his back, "You've chosen the path of slaughtering the heavens, so today I'll shatter your mental state! Today I'll humiliate you! Beat you! Curse you! Belittle you! Despise you! Let's see how you treat me on the Cloud Ranking!"

"Clouds and mist seal the snow!"

"exist!"

"Wind God is climbing the rankings! Let him come over here! I'll face her!"

Yan Beihan's face was icy cold as he looked down at Yu Fengshen with disdain and said indifferently, "Let's see if she dares to kill me!"

"Yes."

There was silence.

Yu Fengshen slightly raised his head. Although his face was swollen, it was still icy cold, and his eyes remained calm.

“Great-Grandmother, it is only right that you punish me according to seniority. But on the Cloud Ranking, there is no seniority! An opponent is an opponent!”

A faint hint of mockery appeared on Yan Beihan's face.

Looking down at him, he said, "What do you think you are? Do you think you're still a member of the Yu family? Yu Fengshen, ever since you embarked on this path, you've been nothing more than a blade of the Weiwo Zhengjiao!"

Even the most divine weapon is still just a sword!

"If the sword turns against its master, the master will surely perish!"

"Since you yourself are going to make knives and are doing it willingly and happily, then you need to know one thing."

"Look up, look at me!"

Yan Beihan stepped forward three steps, his eyes icy cold, staring straight into the depths of Yu Fengshen's eyes, and said, word by word: "A sword! It must have a master! A sword without a master cannot kill; it is merely scrap metal! Do you understand?"

"Knife! You should know who your master is!"

Yu Fengshen's face was icy cold, but instead of anger, his eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

He seemed to understand something, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

After a long time.

He bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Great-Aunt!"

"You have never been a heartless person since childhood, so why are you now making knives?" Yan Beihan asked.

The Wind God's face turned pale: "...Grandma! I refuse to answer this question."

"In that case, come and face me on the Cloud Weapon Ranking."

Yan Beihan turned around with his hands behind his back and strode away.

The voice drifted from afar: "Remember this: a sword without an owner cannot go far. If you cannot understand this, you will be nothing more than a piece of ordinary iron until death! Just waiting to rust!"

"Blood rust is still rust!"

"Only divine soldiers are qualified to be slaves!"

"No iron is fit to be a slave!"

"You must remember this!"

"You're not a sword yet, you're just a blank! You haven't even sharpened your edge! You don't even have the shape of a hilt or a blade! You're not worthy to find a master!"

"Because any master would find you unworthy, with nowhere to hold it! Such a knife, before killing the enemy, will wound the user first!"

"It can retract and release, chop and slash, stab and cleave, attack and defend, hide and conceal, bend and stretch, be large and small, be controlled, be commanded, kill people, and slay gods!"

Yan Beihan's last four words drifted in the dawn light: "...that is the divine weapon!"

(End of this chapter)