Chapter 105: Showing You

“Second Young Master Fang?”

Seeing Second Young Master Fang—dressed in a white robe, holding an Old Umbrella under his arm, face calm—everyone felt stunned.

They glanced at the horribly mangled carriage, now reduced to splinters. Then they looked at Lao Chao nearby, covered in blood, radiating violent fury mixed with bitter rage. A strange feeling crept into their hearts.

Had Lao Chao, fighting half a day and nearly dying, just been chasing an empty carriage?

Had Second Young Master Fang actually been sipping tea in the teahouse all along?

“Not good…”

After a moment of shock, everyone’s faces quickly turned pale.

Fang Cun escaping the carriage during the pursuit and hiding in the teahouse was smart. But why show himself now? If he had to appear, surely he should wait until Lao Chao was subdued! This Lao Chao, injured as he was, emitted an even more terrifying aura of Demonic Intent after whatever method he used…

Showing himself before this demon now was suicide!

“ROAR!”

Even as that thought flashed through everyone’s minds, Lao Chao erupted with savage power, letting out a beast-like roar.

No one knew how much sanity he had left. No one knew how deep his urge to kill Fang Cun was—ignoring the approaching Academy Instructors and Divine Generals protecting Willow Lake City. All they saw were eyes turning blood-red, seeming to bleed, while thick Demonic Qi surged violently around him as he charged at Fang Cun.

One stomp cracked the ground beneath his feet. Blood splattered freely.

In an instant, his murderous aura boiled like dark clouds, forming a roaring tiger head directed at Fang Cun!

“Second Young Master Fang, retreat!” Meng Zhixue shouted fiercely from the side, forced back earlier by the Demonic Qi. Clutching a white jade sword case, she lunged in front of Fang Cun. White light erupted from her case as she prepared to meet Lao Chao’s charge, buying Fang Cun time to escape.

Nearby, Elder Qu’s granddaughter swung a giant hammer, ready to smash it down on Lao Chao.

Even Xiao Qingling, the fox girl at the rear, dug her paws into the earth, baring tiny teeth where one tiger tooth was missing…

“No need for all this tension…”

Just as they leaped forward frantically, Fang Cun suddenly shook his head gently.

His gaze drifted meaninglessly towards the distance.

Surrounding the street: Instructors and an Elder Mentor from the Academy, just arrived at Willow Lake City; Divine Generals and a Secretary from the City Governor’s office, mounted nearby; Elder Fang, his face filled with horror and extreme worry; neighbors rushing over with clubs; even the disheveled but fiercely running servants and guards of Fang Manor, charging up the street…

‘All this scheming laid out… just to test the Fang Family?’

‘Just to see my true potential?’

‘Only… to probe me?’

The fury and killing intent Fang Cun had suppressed from the moment he saw Lao Chao and deduced the forces and motives behind it all… finally erupted like a volcano within him.

Then, he gritted his teeth and smiled. “Fine. I’ll show you.”

“……”

With this thought filling him, Fang Cun’s gaze locked onto Lao Chao. His body suddenly moved.

The instant he moved, Magical Power surged around him. Power hidden across his one hundred and eight main meridians converged instantly.

Because Fang Cun cultivated by refining his breath (Refining Breath), dispersing power throughout his meridians, his usual level seemed only around Breath Refining Realm, high-stage—not even complete. His aura felt insufficient, as if his foundation was very weak…

But now, Fang Cun’s Internal Breath stirred and concentrated explosively.

“SWISH!”

His speed was like a white blur. In moments, he slipped past Meng Zhixue and Elder Qu’s granddaughter. He stood directly before Lao Chao, facing the mass of Demonic Qi that made the man seem utterly transformed into a demonic monstrosity…

“DIIIE!”

Lao Chao howled. The massive tiger head formed from black Qi, jaws vicious and bloody, lunged to tear Fang Cun apart.

At that instant, Fang Cun twisted… and opened the umbrella!

The unfolded Old Umbrella became a shield, squarely meeting the demonic tiger head.

The demonic power was terrifying. Even someone like Elder Qu wouldn’t take it head-on. Even Meng Zhixue, clutching her magical sword case, braced for serious injury blocking it.

But the Old Umbrella stopped the tiger head.

Destructive Demonic Qi crashed against it… yet failed to shatter the faded umbrella.

Only Fang Cun could see it: as the tiger head hit the umbrella, his own Merit plummeted—200, 500, 1000… instantly dropping 2000. Then it stopped. Simultaneously, all the force born of rage and horror within that tiger head dissolved against the umbrella’s surface… leaving not a scratch.

“CRACK!”

But Lao Chao strode forward immediately, slashing wildly with his blade.

Reason completely left him now. He didn’t register the umbrella’s strangeness; slaying Fang Cun was all that mattered.

Fang Cun blocked the tiger head, then smoothly twisted away. He drew the slender, flexible “Silver Snake” sword from the umbrella’s shaft. Turning to the side, he channeled all his Magical Power into the blade… causing the sword-light to explode in brilliance…

Step! Swing!

Fang Cun’s sword struck Lao Chao’s chest.

Against that strike—channeling pure, immense Magical Power—Lao Chao’s iron-tough flesh instantly split open. A bone-deep gash sprayed blood across the street. Lao Chao staggered wildly, almost falling.

He stomped forward, steadying himself… but fear was impossible. He just spun, blade swinging at Fang Cun again…

Fang Cun’s sword strokes were now unceasing.

He moved gracefully, weaving past Lao Chao’s wild attacks. Silver light flashed as he slashed Lao Chao repeatedly—a white phantom wielding a silver ray…

In seconds, wounds littered Lao Chao’s chest, back, arms, and thighs.

Despite his boundless madness and roiling Demonic Intent, he became like a dismantled machine. Though radiating horrifying Demonic Intent, he could barely move his limbs. He couldn’t even stand. With a heavy thud, he crashed to his knees. Broken growls escaped his throat, brimming with endless, trapped hatred…

“I don’t know if this vengeance comes from your own will, or someone twisting your mind… But I heard everything you shouted. Now, hear my answer clearly—and let everyone here listen too!” Fang Cun shifted in front of Lao Chao, meeting his bloody eyes. He spoke softly: “The Fang Family owes no one!”

“If anyone owes? This world owes the Fang Family!”

“……”

“YOU—!” Lao Chao seemed to gather every shred of strength to scream, even straining to bite forward.

But Fang Cun listened no more. His blade flashed horizontally in perfect passing motion.

Behind him, Lao Chao’s head flew cleaved, soaring skyward.

“Could it be……?”

Indescribable looks hardened on every face around. That decapitating strike was seared into every witness: the neighbors; the Five Disciples of Nanshan Alliance; Elder Qu’s group; Academy Elders Mentor arriving mid-air treading clouds; City Governor Secretary and Divine Generals viewing from horseback in the distance; all saw it.

Within their hearts… it was near unthinkable.

How…?

Second Young Master Fang—barely Breath Refining Realm, high-stage; rumored to have damaged his core…

How did he behead the demon Lao Chao with one sword?

Was Lao Chao too wounded? Did a poison take effect? Was he spent?

Reason didn’t matter. That blow delivered pure shock…

……

“That young Fang… He truly did it……!”

Something else stirred amidst the chaos—a stunned-looking servant hidden in the crowd gasped, losing all color.

An answer flitted urgently through his mind: escape!

Yet right then, Fang Cun—the head-bringer himself—didn’t pause. He scanned the crowd hungrily absorbing their shocked faces, merely flicked the blood off his Silver Snake blade… With one raised palm, the distant Old Umbrella flew back to his grasp.

Then—Umbrella in right hand, sword in left—he vaulted skyward like white cloud-cover, traversing dozens of yards in one leap.

Streaking through air, he descended over a panicked clump of people… He swung his sword down.

“And… YOU!”

“……”

“SHHHICK!”

A wealthy silk trader in brocade robes shuddered. Discarding cover, he flipped backward, trying to flee.

But both stone lions guarding Fang Manor locked demonic stares upon him.

He froze slightly. Fang Cun’s blade gleamed past… Cutting his head free. A fountain of neck-blood jetted sky-high.

In the same movement, Fang Cun arrowed downwards against another target: “And YOU!”

The mountain goods seller gasped sharply. A massive sword leapt from his pack into his hands.

But he never finished drawing it. He stood frozen stiff.

Fang Cun had already surged onward. Simultaneously, figures burst out everywhere across the crowd—quick as sparks. Some high cultivation, some low. Disguised as many things. Agents who’d watched Fang Manor day and night.

And Fang Cun danced among them all, bringing down massacre!