Fang Che let out a long howl, initiating the first strike of the Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique suddenly!

Hentian no eye!

With a thunderous crash, Evil Qi filled the heavens and earth.

The blade light burst forth like a silver dragon soaring in the sky.

Spurt spurt spurt spurt...

In an instant, over twenty heads simultaneously flew off their necks and leaped into the air, while their bodies remained standing. Blood spurted from their necks, and the heads flew several feet high.

Those who were closest were intimidated by the Evil Qi, becoming rigid and slow to react, beheaded without even a chance to resist.

One of the heads belonged to Qiao Yishu.

His airborne head even carried an expression of pride and cruelty, mouth open saying, "Looking for..."

But he could not finish what he was saying.

On the rooftop, Zuo Guanglie and the others' eyes were nearly popping out.

Damn!

To see more than twenty heads flying in the air with one cut—what a spectacular scene, this is indeed my first time witnessing this.

This Steward Fang dares to act too ruthlessly.

These were Demon Sect's demon people, and yet they were cut down like cabbages?

Fang Che wielded his blade, the white light and blood spun around, spurt spurt spurt...

Ning Chengwei and others, three or four were killed with each stroke, showing no mercy even to the women; under the threat of Evil Qi, a horizontal swing of the saber sent their delicate heads flying.

In a split second, blood sprayed like a fountain.

The few on the outskirts directly pissed themselves in fright, their legs went weak, but they still turned and ran.

"Do not let a single one escape!"

Fang Che shouted harshly, "Everyone, strike together!"

Zuo Guanglie and others snapped out of their shock.

Instantly, they flew down, hidden weapons already shooting out to intercept.

Meanwhile, in the center, Fang Che had already swung five consecutive times, killing around seventy people.

His body drifted ghostly around, wherever he went, blood sprayed wildly.

One lively life after another fell like dry grass under his hand.

With a thud, Zuo Guanglie clashed palms with a young man on the outskirts, immediately retreating seven steps, surprised, "Marshal Level..."

The young man was about to flee, but with a swoosh, Fang Che's blade flew through the air, beheading him in one cut!

Those who had run the farthest were already leaping up the wall, but in mid-air, a silver bright light swept across, slicing them in half at the waist, screaming as they fell.

With a bang, a window shattered. The guy recovering from his injuries in the house became the last survivor, breaking the window to escape.

"Run?! If you run, who will the dead in the big pit have to demand justice from?!"

Fang Che flung his saber, with a thud, the back of the blade struck his lower back harshly, smashing his lumbar vertebrae. With a scream, he crashed into the wall.

Fang Che soared forward, grabbing his ankle, dragging him back like a dead pig.

Dragging along, screams echoing through the air.

With a thud, he was dragged before the big pit of corpses, and with a clean slap, his head was shattered.

Not a single question was asked.

Facing the pit, Fang Che sighed gently, bowing slightly.

"You may all rest in peace now!"

In the blink of an eye, the battle had already ended.

The ten deacons managed to kill two low-level Demon Sect members, while the remaining eighty-five were all slaughtered by Fang Che! Not one was left.

The entire backyard had turned into a river of blood.

Blood flowed on the ground, seeping into the big pit because the soil there was the loosest and the ground level the lowest.

The blood flowed on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

As if apologizing to the innocent dead.

Blood everywhere.

Bodies scattered all around.

The scent of blood churned the stomachs of the ten deacons, making them almost vomit.

Looking at Steward Fang was like looking at an immortal.

In one breath, he slaughtered so many people, and blood sprayed everywhere, yet this Steward Fang didn't have a drop of blood on him!

With a clang.

The blade returned to its sheath.

Fang Che staggered slightly; he had overexerted himself just now.

These little demons all had quite high cultivation, and Fang Che feared that there might be casualties among the deacons, so he executed three consecutive cuts of the Hentian Saber.

At his First Grade Marshal Level, one cut would drain his Spiritual Power, and now, even though he had risen one grade, executing three consecutive cuts was still a bit much.

But he still insisted on killing everyone else.

By now, he was thoroughly spent.

"What are you all doing standing there?"

Fang Che waved off Zuo Guanglie's support, saying, "Search the bodies, find evidence, and prepare to report for merit. You should be familiar with this?"

"Very familiar!"

Zuo Guanglie laughed heartily, "Brothers, start working; Steward Fang has already done the big job, if we can't handle these odds and ends, we'll be a disgrace."

Immediately, the deacons began to hustle.

After checking, a pile of treasures and weapons was gathered and set aside.

Others began summarizing.

Someone also went in to search the secret room. Rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

A moment later.

"Sure enough, they're all from the Heavenly God Sect."

Zuo Guanglie grinned, "As for those few, they're surprisingly from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters. They really brought quite a lot of good stuff. They must be the ones down here for gilding."

"Yes."

Zuo Guanglie was filled with admiration, "Steward Fang, your cultivation is high, you kill swiftly, which surprises us but is expected. But how could you accurately locate them?"

Fang Che had already recovered a bit, smirked slightly, "The Escort Agency over here, they didn't kill everyone..."

Halfway through the sentence.

He left it unsaid.

Zuo Guanglie suddenly realized, "Got it, got it! Steward Fang, this time, you've gained great merit again... Tsk tsk, no less than dozens of Marshal Levels."

"And with the others, Steward Fang's merits this wave are over two thousand."

A dozen or so people all felt envious.

"This is our collective merit." Fang Che said, "How can I claim it as my own?"

Zuo Guanglie's face blushed, laughing out loud, "We all want merit, but we can't shamelessly snatch it. The information was yours, the people were killed by you, all the tough bones were chewed by you, if we still claim merit shamelessly, that's unreasonable."

"Besides, Steward Fang originally planned to do this alone, we only tagged along thick-skinned."

"What's there to be polite about?"

Fang Che said, "Everyone took action, it's not right not to share the merit. Captain Zuo."

Zuo Guanglie: "Steward Fang, please speak."

"I'll take seventy percent of the merit."

Fang Che said decisively, "The rest, you and the brothers can share. That's it, no more back and forth, it's meaningless. We are all martial artists, be straightforward."

Zuo Guanglie gritted his teeth, said, "Alright! Then I thank Steward Fang on behalf of the brothers."

"And about those spoils..."

Fang Che was interrupted by Zuo Guanglie after only saying six words, "Brother Fang, after taking your merit, if we still share the spoils, what would we become? No face is thick enough to bear that."

Fang Che laughed heartily, said, "In that case, I'll just pick something, and the rest, Captain Zuo, please take back to distribute to the disaster victims at the main hall."

"Alright!"

Fang Che, having recovered somewhat, went to that pile of spoils and rummaged through it.

"I'll take this saber, it's just right to replace mine."

Fang Che picked up a saber, quite decent. A material even one level higher than the Wind Steel Sword. And the ordinary saber he'd been using frequently already had some damage.

So he took off his saber and replaced it.

He then packed a few silver notes and happily exclaimed.

"Wow, there are indeed good things here!"

He said excitedly, "This harvest is truly satisfying, there's even a small piece of Divine Power Essence, and Spirit Crystals... I've struck it rich, I'll just take this, no need for the Spirit Crystals."

Saying this, he took out the Divine Power Essence awarded from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect's Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan and laughed heartily.

"What is this?"

Zuo Guanglie didn't recognize it.

"This is a good thing, it's great for restoring a martial artist's broken origin, just right, I have an elder with a broken origin, this small piece should be enough for him to recover somewhat."

"Congratulations, congratulations."

Zuo Guanglie sincerely congratulated him, "This is Fang Deacon's luck. Gotta say, these people from the headquarters brought some really nice stuff."

"The rest, I'll leave to Brother Zuo, and together with the Escort Agency's silver taels and treasures, hand them over to the main hall. Brother Zuo, if anything catches your eye, you can take a few items as well. These weapons are also good, the brothers can upgrade their gear."

"We won't be shy about weapons that fit us, but as for the rest, forget it."

Zuo Guanglie laughed, "It's not that we don't want to take them, it's just that some things are too valuable, taking them might bring disaster. Haha, especially those things that can't be kept secret, Steward Fang knows what I mean."

Fang Che laughed heartily, "Understood, understood."

Fang Che understood, this was Zuo Guanglie subtly reminding him about the Divine Power Essence.

Thinking to himself, this guy is indeed quite decent.

Seeing everyone was busy, Fang Che bid farewell and, being escorted by everyone, walked out of the Escort Agency alone.

The Heavenly God Sect sub branch, dealt with.

Watching Fang Che leave, Zuo Guanglie called out, "Everyone, get to work, no one touches that pile of stuff! Don't ruin our reputation as brothers."

"Got it, boss, we wouldn't dare touch those things. Sigh."

"Man, Steward Fang did this for our brothers in the north. Think about it, brothers. A dozen Marshal Levels, a dozen General Levels... if they were to lie low in our North District, what would the consequences be later?"

Zuo Guanglie spoke, feeling a bit cold-hearted.

Damn, this force is truly too vast.

In the future, they could cause significant damage, and with their legitimate identities as cover, they are almost impossible to defend against.

Moreover, with such a group of little demons around, it's predictable that our brothers here would continue to sacrifice, who knows how many would be sacrificed before we could root out these guys.

Among those sacrificed, could it be me?

Zuo Guanglie wasn't confident at all in preserving his life.

"Steward Fang essentially saved our brothers' lives. Once we get back, we'll report merits for Steward Fang. Then, find a chance and treat Steward Fang to a drink!"

"We must have a drink!"

Everyone was in high spirits.

Simultaneously, they felt the same fear as Zuo Guanglie, far beyond words described!

Knowing this hidden danger has been eliminated, the relief in their hearts was almost as if they were about to take flight!

"Get to work, get to work!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

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