Monarch Night
Chapter 202 - 160: A Word, A Lifetime [Extra 4 for Yan Hui’s Sombre Fall]

Chapter 202: Chapter 160: A Word, A Lifetime [Extra 4 for Yan Hui’s Sombre Fall]

"We have offended you, so we’re leaving at once. We can settle our grudges another time!"

Jiang Shangyun shouted loudly, "I am Jiang Shang, the son of the Moon Demon Sect Master..."

Before he could finish, Fang Che had already charged into the midst of the three with his sword.

"Noisy!"

The sword light flashed, and one man spewed blood and retreated, while another staggered, feeling as if hit by a massive hammer, his courage utterly lost: this was just a sword!

This heavy?

Turning to flee, he saw Jiang Shangyun block three of Fang Che’s strikes, before his arm severed and soon his head soared to the sky.

The headless body plopped heavily to the ground!

The son of a sect master, just died like that.

The fleeing man was so terrified he could barely run, almost crying as he ran while tears streamed down his face.

Never in this life had he seen such a fierce man.

"Spare... spare..."

Swoosh!

A sword light flew up from the ground like a meteor, piercing through the fleeing man’s chest, carrying with it a stream of blood straight forward for several dozen feet, finally thudding into a big tree.

Blood dripped, trickling from the sword to the ground.

The blood glistened vividly.

The thirteen from the Moon Demon Sect, completely annihilated!

The Five Spirits Gu leisurely devoured.

The joy in my heart was incomparable.

This was the happiest time of my life as a Gu!

Ling Kong and the others came out looking at Fang Che as if they were looking at a god.

They originally planned to help secretly, but never did they expect that just after finding their hiding spot and before making a move, Yemo had already killed everyone!

Now they were left with only battlefield cleanup duties.

"Truly ruthless."

Ling Kong watched as Xiao Jue and others cleaned up the corpses’ possessions, sighing: "That Jiang Shangyun, I thought you wouldn’t kill him."

"I didn’t want to kill him. He was the son of the Moon Demon Sect Master, and killing him has unpredictable consequences."

Fang Che smiled bitterly, "But as you saw, he wanted to kill me the moment he saw me. I retaliated and killed his men, and if I let him go... I probably wouldn’t survive a few days after leaving."

Ling Kong nodded, agreeing.

With Jiang Shangyun’s status, mobilizing Moon Demon Sect experts to kill Yemo would be effortless.

It wouldn’t require lifting a finger.

Just a word and Yemo would be gone.

It seems Yemo realized this.

"That’s why when I make a move, I must exterminate."

Killing had brought Fang Che nearly to the brink, and now was the time to establish an image.

Fang Che sighed, speaking earnestly with genuine expression: "Boss Ling, you know I have no backing, I’m just one of Yixin Sect’s bottom ranks. You think I learned the Blood Spirit Seven Swords from the Sect Hierarch, but... I’m not the Sect Hierarch’s disciple."

The six opened their mouths wide, stunned.

Not a Yin Shen Palace disciple?

"Then your master is...?" Lu Yuan asked with difficulty.

"Hehe, my master is someone of King level."

Fang Che said with a weathered tone: "An elder of Yixin Sect."

The six fell into silence.

Just hearing the word elder one knew what it meant: never participated in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, would never hold a position, only a working old demon with an honorary title: elder.

In essence, it meant: this person had no future.

"You all think I’m ruthless, killing my own like cutting grass."

Fang Che revealed a bitter smile: "But do you know? If I don’t do this, I will never have a bright future, the more people I kill now, the fewer competitors I will have later."

"Before I came in, I even thought of killing everyone!"

"Because, compared to any of them, connections, relationships, background... in everything, I couldn’t match anyone!"

Fang Che’s bushy beard showed weariness: "But I want to develop within our sect, I refuse to be a nobody. I want to rise, keep rising, I want to stand at a higher place to see the storms from above."

"I have nothing to rely on."

Fang Che smiled bitterly: "What I can rely on is my risking life, my ruthlessness, my cruelty, my killings!"

"Whoever stands in my way, I’ll kill them!"

"No matter who it is!"

Fang Che howled, his gaze fierce and cruel: "I’ll keep killing until... I meet someone I can’t kill, and my life will end there."

"Boss Ling! Brother Lu Yuan, Brother Xiao Jue, Brother Xi Yun, Brother Shang Zhi, Brother Zhan Meng."

Fang Che’s bushy beard bore a trace of warmth: "I’m very grateful to you. I’ve never believed in friends, but you six are the first friends I’ve made in this life as Yemo!"

"I don’t know where my path is, my nature and killings might bring you troubles, a lot of troubles in the future."

"Because when things happen, I won’t find connections, I only kill. Even if it’s people from this sect, I’ll keep killing my way up!"

Fang Che spoke frankly: "So in the future, I will definitely implicate you!"

"Thank you for the help during this time. But I also urge you to consider the dangers of befriending someone like me. Please think carefully."

"Whether to continue on together or part ways, I’m fine with either."

Fang Che smiled lightly: "I don’t want to be a burden to you, nor do I want to be a trouble!"

These words moved everyone deeply.

Ling Kong took a deep breath, looking at Fang Che, said: "Brother Yemo, do you trust me? Do you trust us?"

"Trust!"

Fang Che responded without hesitation.

"That’s good then!"

Ling Kong laughed heartily: "I’m telling you now, we aren’t afraid of trouble, our families can handle the trouble. We’re not afraid of burdens either, since we chose to be sworn allies, we will travel together. If in the future you can’t keep up, we’ll let you know."

"As for you not knowing how to proceed or where the future path is, that’s easy to solve."

Ling Kong’s lips curled slightly, looking at the other five people, said: "You all tell Second Brother where his future path is."

The five people spoke in unison: "Second Brother, your future path, we will plan it! In this lifetime, we will never let you suffer!"

Fang Che’s eyes reddened, speaking with a tremor: "You know my killing affinity is heavy."

"We are the Demon Sect!"

Ling Kong laughed heartily: "These are your words, Demon Sect, can it not have a heavy killing affinity?"

Fang Che couldn’t help but smile: "This is something I’ve told myself the most! Demon Sect, it should be this way, should walk this path! That’s why I could come this far!"

He sighed lightly: "But this journey has truly been difficult. It’s truly tiring, and also truly lonely!"

"From now on, it won’t be!"

The six said: "We don’t know about difficult and tiring, but we want to tell you, you won’t be lonely anymore!"

"Good brothers!"

Fang Che’s lips trembled, deeply moved: "Good!"

"Wonderful!"

"It’s a pity there’s no wine. Otherwise, we should have a drunken feast."

Fang Che said.

"Hahaha..."

"In short, don’t worry."

Ling Kong said: "The future path, we will travel together. One word, a lifetime!"

At this moment, a cold long cry suddenly rang out, and then a sword light blossomed high in the sky, shooting towards here.

"Damn..."

The six who were just sharing their brotherly bonds, suddenly were terrified, and quickly retreated with unparalleled speed, dispersing in six directions, disappearing without a trace.

Only Fang Che was left on the scene.

Fang Che drew his sword and charged forward.

Without needing to look, just by the reaction of the six and the sound, he knew it was Yan Beihan coming.

With a clang.

Fang Che, along with his sword, rolled and tumbled seventeen feet away, feeling his blood surging.

Yan Beihan’s strength had increased again, or perhaps she hadn’t exerted her full power previously.

Yan Beihan snorted coldly, her body soared like a white goose towards the sky, flying towards Fang Che.

A foot turned into a phantom towards Fang Che’s face, Fang Che tilted his body, left elbow striking Yan Beihan’s foot arch.

With a bang.

Using the momentum from tilting his body, Fang Che rolled continuously, his sword flickering with sword qi like a cold electric light towards Yan Beihan’s throat.

Three rolls, each creating a precise sword light.

Yan Beihan swung her long sword continuously, clashing with clinking sounds as she blocked the sword qi, her right hand forming a claw, grasping towards empty space.

But Fang Che spun on the ground, bouncing off like a spinning top.

The sword light instantly turned into a silver serpent against the sky, shooting straight.

"Good adaptability!"

Although Yan Beihan was extremely vexed by this big-bearded person in front of her, she couldn’t help but admire his quick and nimble response.

Additionally, she could see that even under her sneak attack, his posture and center of gravity during each maneuver didn’t truly falter.

Meaning... even his being forced back, tumbling, were intentional, and the most advantageous!

Always ready to counterattack!

Every shock, fall, or tumble... wasn’t real, but rather the opponent’s means of adapting and deflecting force!

The two sword lights, like long dragons, entangled in mid-air, sparking and clashing like thunder and lightning.

A white and a black figure, in the blink of an eye in the sky, exchanged a hundred moves!

All kinds of adaptations, blocks, counterattacks, and confrontations...

The six people watching from the dark forest didn’t dare make a sound.

This Yemo was unexpectedly so formidable, able to confront the big sister in battle!

And now they could see, he was only slightly at a disadvantage.

But this was also due to cultivation levels; if it were only about moves, or forms, they were almost evenly matched!

The six felt like they had found a gem.

Truly impressive!

Fang Che fought while mobilizing Divine Sense, constantly attacking with Divine Sense momentum; meanwhile, his dantian supplied spiritual power without interruption.

Fully engaging Yan Beihan in aerial combat.

This was also his first time in a meaningful sense, going all out.

The two swords clashed in the air, their light dazzling and petals flew as they exchanged blows.

With a clang, their long swords met again, and both flipped back, landing on the ground ten feet apart, facing each other with swords in hand.

Yan Beihan’s beautiful eyes showed surprise, she spoke faintly: "Peak of Seventh Grade General?"

Fang Che took a deep breath, stopping the mild panting, said: "Yes."

"Very impressive."

Yan Beihan unexpectedly praised, then asked, "Name!?"

Fang Che hesitated for a moment, said: "Yixin Sect, Yemo."

Yan Beihan frowned slightly, asked: "Identity."

"Under the Yixin Sect... team leader!"

"What!"

Yan Beihan’s beautiful eyes widened!