The First Venerable of All Paths

"I was planning to go to Zhongzhou to find you, but since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I'll collect some interest first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xuan stepped on a green lotus and shot towards Zhao Fu like an arrow.

"Quick, stop him!"

Zhao Fu turned deathly pale with fright and screamed, "Zhao Long, Zhao Yang, kill him right now!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two figures immediately flew out like a gust of wind, rushing towards Fang Xuan, releasing their auras without reservation.

Zhao Long, at the second level of the Divine Will Realm.

Zhao Yang, peak of the second level of Divine Intent.

The two unleashed their powerful martial arts techniques, attempting to kill Fang Xuan with a single blow.

"You little bastard, you killed my brother, so you die!"

Zhao Long's face was contorted with rage, and he unleashed a palm strike imbued with violent spiritual power, slamming it down on Fang Xuan.

Holding a dagger, Zhao Yang, like a ghost in the night, darted behind Fang Xuan and stabbed him viciously in the back.

The two stood one in front of the other, their killing intent palpable.

"snort!"

A cold glint flashed in Fang Xuan's eyes. He stretched out his long arm, clenched his fist, and collided with Zhao Long's attack.

"Snap!"

"puff!"

With just one punch, Zhao Long's arm exploded, and he flew backward, spitting out blood.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xuan twisted his body and grabbed the cold, sharp dagger.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Zhao Yang let out a cold laugh, channeling all his power into the dagger and thrusting it forward with a powerful shove.

"Click!"

However, Fang Xuan firmly seized this attack, which was enough to kill a martial artist at the first level of the Divine Intent Realm.

With a twist of his wrist, Zhao Yang let out a piercing scream.

His arm was twisted into a pretzel shape.

Then Fang Xuan threw a punch, which landed squarely on Zhao Yang's chest.

"puff!"

Zhao Yang's body was as fragile as tofu, pierced through by a single punch.

His heart was also shattered by Fang Xuan's punch.

Once the Tai Chu Chang Quan (Primordial Long Fist) reaches the level of "One Proof, Permanent Proof," it enhances more than just the power of this martial art.

They also developed Fang Xuan's Chaotic Saint Body, making his physical body resemble an ancient behemoth.

Every move and stance contains unparalleled and terrifying power.

After killing Zhao Yang, Fang Xuan suddenly vanished from his spot and reappeared behind the heavily injured Zhao Long.

"Wow, that's fast!"

Feeling the strong wind behind him, Zhao Long's face turned pale, and he was about to react quickly.

But Fang Xuan had already reached out and grabbed Zhao Long's neck with lightning speed.

"Is this your trump card for this trip?"

Fang Xuan stared at Zhao Fu with a sinister expression and sneered, "It seems that the experts of your Zhao family are nothing special after all."

"Fang Xuan!"

Zhao Fu's obese body began to tremble violently.

He struggled to suppress his shock and fear, hissing, "Release him, then kneel down and surrender, otherwise..."

"Snap!"

Fang Xuan used his five fingers to forcefully snap Zhao Long's neck.

At the same time, crimson flames erupted from his palm, melting Zhao Long's body into nothingness, while his gaze remained fixed on Zhao Fu.

"You can't even protect yourself, yet you're threatening me?"

Fang Xuan said in a completely emotionless tone, "You Zhao family members are as arrogant as ever."

"Now that you know I'm from the Zhao family, you should take advantage of the Zhao family's influence even more."

Mentioning the Zhao family, Zhao Fu regained his confidence.

He said with an arrogant expression, "Boy, my Zhao family is a top-tier family in Zhongzhou. My young master is even the Holy Son of the Dao Seeking Sect. If you offend me, you will suffer the wrath of the Zhao family and the Dao Seeking Sect."

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Fu spoke with utter contempt for Fang Xuan: "With just a flick of my finger, the Zhao family can wipe you, your family, and your friends and relatives, all of whom will be reduced to ashes."

"Lu Zhao, did you hear me? Stop being so stubborn."

Lu Fa whispered, "While Manager Zhao is interested in you, quickly cut ties with that little bastard, then capture him to appease Manager Zhao's anger, otherwise..."

"Mother-in-law, tell him to shut up."

Granny Yin nodded sharply, waved her hand, and unleashed a surge of spiritual energy that shattered Lu Fa's dantian.

With his dantian destroyed, the overwhelming pain throughout his body contorted Lu Fa's face and caused his entire body to convulse.

But he couldn't even scream. He knelt on the ground in pain, making muffled noises as he glared at Lu Zhao with resentment.

Lu Zhao didn't even glance at Lu Fa, but looked at Fang Xuan with concern.

Although she was unwilling to back down, she had to admit that the Zhao family was indeed at its zenith.

And then there's Zhao Qingcang from the Dao Seeking Sect, who is even more revered as the sect's Holy Son.

The Daoist Sect has begun preparations to hold a ceremony for his inauguration as the Holy Son.

Fang Xuan killed members of the Zhao family, thus offending them.

We've really hit a brick wall.

"You guys are really used to being high and mighty, and you like to use your family background to intimidate people."

Fang Xuan remained unconcerned by Zhao Fu's threats.

"Because it's true!"

Zhao Fu sneered, "Fang Xuan, a wise man submits to circumstances. As long as you are willing to surrender and come back with me to plead guilty, I can guarantee that your relatives and friends will not be implicated."

But he had made up his mind.

Once Fang Xuan is captured, he will follow the clues and completely wipe out Fang Xuan's family.

"Is there anything else?"

Fang Xuan said, "If you have any, let's say them all at once?"

"What else do you want?"

Zhao Fu's face turned cold, and he said in an unfriendly tone, "I'm already being merciful by giving you a chance; don't push your luck!"

Judging from his tone, anyone who didn't know better would think that Fang Xuan had gotten a huge advantage.

"Then let me show you my mercy."

Fang Xuan smiled.

The next moment, he quickly approached Zhao Fu and punched him directly in the head.

"You dare!"

Zhao Fu's pupils contracted.

But sensing Fang Xuan's murderous intent, Zhao Fu cried out shrilly, "Master Zhang, save me!"

"Buzz!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lu family's protective formation began to tremble violently, its runes teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the entire formation shattered.

"What happened? The clan's protective formation has been broken?"

The entire Lu family looked horrified.

All of this may sound slow, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

As the formation broke, a powerful and profound force suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping Fang Xuan.

This terrifying power caused Fang Xuan to pause in his movements.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Fu quickly withdrew and distanced himself from Fang Xuan.

His face was full of lingering fear.

He almost got killed by Fang Xuan with a single punch.

"Young man, that's enough."

An aged voice rang out, and a figure appeared in mid-air like a ghost.

Fang Xuan withdrew his fist and stood up, looking up.

In mid-air was an old man in a black robe. Although his voice was extremely old, he had white hair and a youthful face, and was full of energy.

To Fang Xuan's surprise, after looking at the old man a few more times, he felt somewhat dizzy and mesmerized.

This person is definitely a third-grade Soul Master.

Granny Yin's expression was grave as she said in a deep voice, "This person's cultivation is above mine!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhao instinctively clenched his fists even tighter.

"Master Zhang, kill him quickly!"

Zhao Fu said sternly, "No, don't kill him yet! Capture him alive! I want him to suffer terribly before he dies!"

"No problem."

The old man nodded slowly, then suddenly opened his right hand.

His hands were extremely large, his fingers were very long, and they were covered with thick calluses.

However, those calluses contain a mysterious and unfathomable aura.

"The power of array formations is manifesting; a fifth-grade array master!"

Fang Xuan's gaze darkened slightly, filled with surprise.

This person is not only a third-grade Soul Master, but also a fifth-grade Formation Master.

A fifth-grade array master has reached an extremely profound level of expertise in array formations.

Their bodies are a kind of formation.

However, this person must have just broken through to the fifth rank of array master, and only refined his right hand into an array.

"Buzz!"

Five streams of light shot out from the old man's fingers, instantly transforming into five array-patterned pillars of light that spun and enveloped Fang Xuan.

A master of formations, creating formations with ease!

"Boom!"

As soon as the formation was formed, Fang Xuan's legs sank into the ground.

He seemed to be carrying a colossal mountain on his back, weighing an immense weight.

"His soul and physical body have both been suppressed. No wonder he's a third-grade Soul Master and a master of formations; what terrifying strength!"

Fang Xuan thought to himself, just about to activate his personal flying sword to shatter this pressure.

"Boom!"

Just then, a deafening roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Then, the sky above the Lu family compound went completely dark.

Everyone suddenly looked up.

A pitch-black vortex, covering an area of ​​a hundred meters, appeared in the sky.

A violent, insane, and bloody aura emanated from the vortex, violently engulfing the old man.

"This is......"

The old man's expression changed drastically, then he flipped his hand over so that his palm was facing upwards.

The formation surrounding Fang Xuan instantly reversed, flowing upwards and crashing into the dark vortex in mid-air.

"Snap!"

But as soon as the formation came into contact with the dark vortex, it shattered on the spot, like fragile porcelain.

At the same time, the pitch-black vortex plummeted rapidly, continuing to envelop the old man.

"The array annihilates all spirits!"

The old man's expression grew increasingly solemn. Not daring to be careless, he rapidly formed hand seals.

Array patterns roared out from his body, forming a terrifying array that protected him within.

However, this formation only lasted for three breaths before it exploded.

A vast, surging power erupted in all directions, shattering the dark vortex and revealing what lay within.

Only then did everyone see clearly.

The pitch-black vortex that released terrifying power was actually a pitch-black jar.

The jar exuded a chilling and terrifying aura of divine spirits.

"Swallow...the Heaven-Devouring Soul Jar?!"

Upon seeing the black jar, the old man's pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed in surprise.

Then, a look of wild joy and greed appeared on his face.

"This is mine!"

The old man moved swiftly, rushing straight towards the jar, and with a grab of his large hand, he was about to seize it.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a slight whooshing sound rang out.

A wooden hairpin suddenly appeared out of thin air, piercing towards the old man's brow with unparalleled speed and power.

"not good!"

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew, trying to create distance.

"puff!"

But the wooden hairpin suddenly disappeared and then attacked from behind the old man, piercing his shoulder.

If the old man hadn't dodged in time, his heart would have been pierced directly.

"How is that possible?"

Looking at the bloody hole in his shoulder, the old man's face was filled with disbelief.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

A master of formations with unfathomable cultivation, a third-grade soul master, was actually seriously injured?

This is absolutely incredible.

Seeing the hairpin circle around and then shoot towards him again, the old man dared not hesitate for a moment and turned to flee.

Did I let you leave?

A cold, ruthless voice suddenly rang out.

Then a slender hand reached out from the void and gently supported the black jar.

"go."

He lightly hefted the black jar in his palm and then tossed it away.

The black jar, like a gust of wind, traversed a hundred meters of sky and instantly appeared above the old man's head.

From the jar, a devastating force surged forth and slammed into the old man.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the old man's body exploded.

Only a blurry, indistinct soul remained, continuing to speed away into the distance.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

A dignified master of formations was reduced to nothing but a soul by a black jar.