FVN Chapter 765 - 311: Want to Laugh, Yet Want to Cry!
Chapter 765 - 311: Want to Laugh, Yet Want to Cry!
Uncle Zhang heard the implication in Fang Qingyu’s tone, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
He forced himself to calm down and said, "Lord Thunder God, I’m not sure how these few unworthy juniors of ours offended you?"
His words weren’t finished.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze had already bypassed the trembling Zhang Shisi before him and landed on the dilapidated nightclub door behind him.
The calm voice sounded again, interrupting Uncle Zhang’s probing, like a final judgment:
"Ten minutes."
"If no one comes within ten minutes, prepare to collect their corpses."
As soon as the words fell.
Fang Qingyu’s left hand, hanging by his side, moved his index finger slightly forward.
Zzzla—!!!
A gold arc, fine as hair but dazzlingly brilliant to the extreme, instantly shot out from Fang Qingyu’s fingertip, precisely wrapping around Zhang Shisi’s phone.
The phone instantly melted into a small pool of scorching red liquid metal.
Dripping onto the charred concrete ground.
Emitting a sizzling sound.
A wisp of acrid smoke rose up.
Zhang Shisi only felt a stabbing pain in his palm, instinctively screamed, and flung his hand.
However, in his hand, besides the lingering burning sensation and a few splashes of hot metallic stars, it was already empty.
At the same time!
Thunder—!!!
The dense, swirling, heavy clouds brewing above everyone’s heads.
As if finally receiving some command, suddenly sank downward.
The cloud layer seemed to be only a hundred meters away from the ground, close enough to touch.
Countless thin golden arcs, like a raging web, instantly burst out from the depths of the clouds!
Transforming into tangible shackles.
Chii chii chii—!!!
Eight golden snakes, as thick as chopsticks, like living chains, instantly descended from the sky, accurately entwining around Zhang Shisi and the necks of the seven Lingxiao Association martial artists.
No intense cries of pain.
Just the suffocating groans of being choked by the throat.
The golden snakes carried a terrifying paralyzing force.
Instantly freezing the surging Qi Blood within them.
Both the Qi Blood Technique and Observation Method were completely frozen at this moment.
Thud! Thud!
Except for the three Tier Three Martial Saints who could barely stand with their robust bodies.
Their bodies trembled violently, faces flushed red, five Tier Two martial artists including Zhang Shisi, as if stripped of all bone, instantly collapsed to the ground like fish out of water, futilely opening their mouths but unable to make a sound, eyes only filled with boundless fear and despair.
They became fish meat nailed to the chopping board.
Life and death rested on Fang Qingyu’s whim.
After Fang Qingyu finished all this, even his gaze showed no ripple.
The phantom of Shun’s Dragon Craft swirling silently around his arms emitted a deep yet regal dragon’s roar.
Then he slowly turned around, step by step, returning to the top of the concrete steps in front of the nightclub.
The golden thunder on his body was no longer confined to the mask.
The dazzling golden lightning burst forth from within, like burning golden flames, enveloping his entire figure.
Mighty Divine Power.
Like the Thunder’s Sovereign walking in the human world!
Fang Qingyu leaned on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash once again, slowly sat down.
The vertical pupils of melted gold pierced through the brilliance of thunder and the low-hanging clouds, coldly overlooking the prey nailed below.
He knew, of course.
These eight people before him were not the true core of the Lingxiao Association.
They hadn’t provoked him.
Before today, Fang Qingyu had never met them.
But, does that matter?
Those imprisoned in cold stone chambers, naked, with vacant and despairing eyes—whom did they provoke?
What did they do wrong?
Anger roared beneath Fang Qingyu’s calm exterior.
Merely killing these eight...
Isn’t enough!
Far from enough!
This cannot silence the flame of rage in the heart...
Need more...
Kill more!!!
So, Fang Qingyu sat here.
He was waiting.
...
At the same time.
City of Injustice, City Lord’s Mansion, top floor.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is a scroll painted with the city’s steel jungle, illuminated brightly.
City Lord Da Lei still stood with his hands behind his back.
The hem of his dark robe gently stirred in the barely perceptible airflow.
That young yet ancient face bore no expression, deep eyes seemed to reflect the eternal starry sky, yet also seemed empty.
Knock knock knock!
An urgent knocking sound broke the top floor’s silence, carrying a rare hint of panic.
Da Lei’s brow slightly twitched almost imperceptibly.
"Enter."
The door opened silently, and the stern-faced old man hurried in, his forehead beaded with sweat. He quickly paced to three steps behind Da Lei and deeply bowed: "Sir!"
"Speak."
Da Lei’s voice was calm and unwavering, eyes still focused outside the window.
The old man’s words came rapidly, with gravity: "Near the edge of Gray Rock District, detected an abnormally strong energy wave! The source is Fang Qingyu!"
Da Lei’s brow seemed to move slightly, but his tone remained indifferent: "Oh? Who is he fighting with? Life Ghost? Or some unseeing gang?"
"With people from the Lingxiao Association!"
The old man hurriedly added, "He’s now suppressing several from the Lingxiao Association, and moreover..."
The old man paused, seemingly weighing his words.
"And what else?"
Da Lei finally slowly turned around, his emotionless face, gaze as tangible as it fell upon the old man.
The old man felt the pressure of that gaze, lowered his head further, voice carrying a hint of subtle difficulty: "And Fang Qingyu hasn’t activated the Force Field!"