Chapter 385: What Supposed to be Xie Tian’s Feud (1/2)

”…”

Fang Yanxu stopped speaking. He closed his eyes as he had a private conversation with his former rival.

The bystanders patiently waited for Fang Yanxu in silence. None of them knew what this immortal was doing, but they didn't dare to interject or intervene with his business.

They made the right decision. After all, the conversation between Nero and Fang Yanxu wasn't pleasant.

'Hand me that bastard, black dragon!'

'Pfft. You wanted to kill your own daughter, but once she has a family, you want to kill her husband and ruin her happiness? How abusive can you be? Are you taking after Kishin Douji now? I thought you were as righteous as Samsara.'

'That's none of your business! The exile tribulation will cleanse her soul of her previous life's sins! Now, because she has sowed familial karma with your disciple, I need to kill him to sever that tie!'

'Bullshit! You only want to sell your daughter to the Meng Clan for their votes in the next Yama Council Election! Sever their karma? What a load of bull! I bet the Meng Clan demanded your daughter to be a virgin when you made the deal!.'

'It doesn't change that your disciple ruined my girl's soul purity! Not only her memory was tampered with, but her soul also connects with his soul now! Unless his soul is destroyed, Meifang's next life will always be tied with him whenever she reincarnates!'

'Hah! Get used to it! It's your fault for throwing her to a mortal world for the sake of your idiotic tribulation! She's exiled, so she's free! She can do whatever she wants!'

'You have no right to tell me how she lives. She belongs to the Fang Clan!'

'Said the father who treats his daughter as merchandise! Again, she's an exile. She no longer has any connection with you!'

'I guess I have to kill you again.'

'Said the loser who begged me to spare your sorry ass when I last fought you. I only lost to your god!'

RUMBLE

As the conversation escalated to provocation, Fang Yanxu's killing intent exploded again.

Yuan Shaoqing, Ma Moxi, Ju Shoufen, Wen Chou, Yan Liang, Fogan, and everyone nearby vomited a liter of blood. They felt like their soul was about to shatter to pieces.

The weaker cultivators had it worse. Most of them fainted while the stronger ones suffered internal injuries. If this pressure continued for 10 seconds, their dantians would be destroyed!

The world guardian's avatars, aka the Tribulation Eyes, rushed to Fang Yanxu's side and begged him.

”Your Excellency, please cease your anger. At this rate, this mortal world will collapse, and they will die! You will violate the Providence Convention!”

Providence Convention, the law that restricted all immortals, world guardians, and gods not to destroy the lower worlds had been enforced for a thousand years. This also prevented high-ranked immortals from killing mortals in the lower worlds directly, except for the authorized world guardians. Demons, beastmen, demi-human, humans, and other races had agreed to follow this law to prevent war-of-extinction scenarios. Any violator would instantly become the enemy of all gods.

Fang Yanxu clicked his tongue as he took a deep breath, controlling his temper.

After the killing intent subsided, the pressure was gone.

Still, the damage had been done. No mortal nearby could continue fighting, let alone standing. Even Fang Meirong had collapsed from the killing intent of her father.

As Fang Yanxu was no longer mad, he took his time to think and scan the weak mortals below him. As look looked around, he noticed the presence of Yuan Shaoqing, Wen Chou, and Yan Liang.

Learning that Yuan Shaoqing and the hateful husband of his daughter were enemies, Fang Yanxu had an inspiration.

'Nero.'

'What?'

'Your disciple and the mortals here, are they at war?'

'Yeah, so?'

'Let's make a bet. Let's settle this in a duel.'

'Fuck you! My cultivation is fucking suppressed while you are at your prime! Unseal me and I'll fucking fight you whenever you want!'

'Ha! Who told you that we have to fight?' Fang Yanxu pointed at Yuan Shaoqing's troops, 'I'll choose my representative among the goons over here. You pick your representative from this weak city. Let them decide the fate of the war in death matches while we shall make a bet.'

'Oho? Still crafty as ever. What do you want to bet? My disciple's life?'

'Exactly. If my side wins, I want your disciple dead, body and soul!'

'What if I win?'

'He gets to live.'

'Ha! Bullshit! Since you demand my disciple to die, how about I ask for something of equal value! I want that girl's freedom! She will no longer be tied to your stupid clan whatsoever! You will sever karmic ties with her and let her be free!'

'That's beyond the value of the trashy mortal you've been protecting.'

'Then, no bet. No deal!'

As Nero was aware that Fang Yanxi wanted to take advantage of Miaomiao, he instantly turned down the gamble even though Siren City was at the mercy of the immortal.

'You want me to destroy the city of your disciple, then?'

'Fang Yanxi, if you want to violate the Providence Convention, go ahead and kill them. They will be reincarnated and returned to my disciple's side in a decade. But you dumbass will be hunted down by your clansmen and your precious Meng Clan. Do it! I dare you.'

”…”

Fang Yanxu gritted his teeth, frustrated that Nero had called his bluff. He had the urge to kill someone right now, but he couldn't do anything with all the spectators from the immortal realms watching him through the Tribulation Eyes.

'I will never sever the karmic ties with my daughter. However, if you win, I'll convince your disciple's enemies to leave this city alone for a year, and I will let him live!'

'Make it 10.'

'Only one year!'

'Nine?'

'One.'

'Five or no deal.'

'Tsk. Fine. Halfway, five it is.'

'Hahaha! Alright. Since you're the challenger, do you mind if I make the rules?'

Fang Yanxu snorted, 'Your disciple must participate in this game or the deal is off!'

'You cheeky brat is so obstinate on killing my boy. Very well, I'll tell those spectators about the rules, so they can announce to those guys.'

…

The suspense and silence were killing Yuan Shaoqing and Zhao Bao from the inside.

Fang Yanxu had been quiet for 30 minutes. Yet, his dark expression and malicious air revealed his murderous intent toward everybody here.

No one could utter a word when their lives could instantly end if this immortal wanted them dead.

Wei Yuan and the yin slaves were confused as they glanced at Fang Meirong, who was internally injured by her father's soul pressure. Everyone wanted to ask her, ”Aren't you his daughter? What kind of father treats their daughter like this?”

Suddenly, Fang Yanxu snorted and carried Fang Meirong with him. Then, he declared.

”I shall be middle-man for your puny dispute. First off, all sides must withdraw their troops back to your camps!”