As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 1785: Chapter 463: By My Calculations, the Underworld Needs a Scholar—Three vs. Five, the Advantage Is with Me, Li Che

Now, some are even joining the battle for opportunities in the Qitian Inner City.

When Fang Hanshu saw the Divine Tribulation Venerable from the Fang Family of Jiangnan Dao come to compete for resources, his eyes were filled with indescribable disappointment.

Boom——

The clash continued to collide!

Fang Hanshu was brimming with fighting spirit, recklessly utilizing the methods of the Great Supervising Minister, invoking the power of Heaven and Earth to bolster himself, his aura rising steadily!

The entire Mysterious Temple seemed to be shaking.

His toes touched the ground, swift as lightning, sweeping with the Vast Spear in his hand, striking towards the five people.

The contest between a few was so fast it dazzled the eyes, space cracks continuously appeared and then healed, forming a storm that ravaged and impacted!

Tang, tang, tang, tang——

The floor tiles of the Qitian Temple were continuously shattering, then rapidly healing.

Fang Hanshu was gasping for large breaths, his Confucian robe already stained a crimson red.

A Confucian robe could write poems, yet it could also pick up a spear to kill bandits!

But the bandits...

were too many.

Fang Hanshu felt as if he had burned out, but he did not mind; having borrowed the Great Supervising Minister’s power to channel the power of Heaven and Earth into himself, he had already made a choice, to sacrifice himself for righteousness.

”He has burned out.”

”Don’t delay any longer.”

The returning Silver Orb was in hand, Zhang Wuji frowned slightly and spoke calmly.

Above the firmament, the supreme energies of the supreme confrontation seemed to gradually calm, no longer as fierce, indicating that the end of the supreme battle was nearing.

In truth, all these powerful individuals knew that the supreme methods of various forces weren’t really meant to suppress the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King.

After all, without a truly supreme being’s descent, how could they subdue a supreme being?

Yet, they still had to race against time.

Zhang Wuji recited incantations, and the next moment, a Divine Shrine appeared behind him.

Within the shrine, surging divinity and Dao Yun flowed out, the Silver Orb began to vibrate violently, emitting a buzzing sound, then shot out again, shattering the space, targeting the burnt-out Fang Hanshu.

Fang Hanshu sat desolated on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Facing five enemies alone, he ultimately was not a real Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerable, merely reaching this through borrowed power.

He had already reached his limit.

”About to die, huh...”

Fang Hanshu exhaled, his expression exceptionally calm.

Just death; for a scholar, fulfilling one’s inner conviction, why fear death?

Moreover...

”Elder Li should be able to save me, right?”

”I reckon, the Underworld is short of a scholar.”

He lightly coughed out blood.

Watching the approaching venerables, he shook his head, vastness emerging behind him, his very soul burning.

”Come again!”

The Vast Spear in his hand exploded instantly, transforming into a Vast River, like a jade belt, lying across before him, as his final delaying tactic.

Having done all this.

Fang Hanshu was utterly exhausted.

His beautiful beard had become dry, sticky with bloodstains.

He sat desolate on the ground, his fluttering wide sleeves constantly trembling, outside the long river, the fierce attacks hammered down, the Vast River quaking, this hastily constructed moat was imminent to be breached.

However, Fang Hanshu had already given his all.

”A scholar fights with no regrets, dying without remorse.”

He sighed gently.

Fang Hanshu drew from his wide sleeves a bloodstained Holy Sage Book.

He straightened his back.

With trembling fingers, he moistened his tongue, and then started flipping the pages, his hands shaking.

This book, still had a few pages left unread.

The ancient sages truly possessed great wisdom.

Boom——!!!

The Vast River was shattered.

One after another figure emerged, like flaring terrible brilliance, tearing through the river, the Buddha Light illuminated all, an Ascetic Monk wielded a Monk Stick, angered with cicada patterns glaring.

A Taoist’s robe fluttering, palm cradling the Silver Orb, ethereal like an immortal.

There was Emperor Qi Fortune entwined, majestic and grand.

The five mighty figures, coldly watched the figure sitting desolate and resolute, calmly leafing through the Holy Sage Book.

”Why bother?”

”The current Fang Family is no longer the previous Fang Family, even if you didn’t do this, no one would blame you.”

”In this world, who else knows of your great righteousness and perseverance?”

Zhang Wuji held the Silver Orb, sighing softly.

Fang Hanshu also let out a sigh and closed the book: ”You all are so noisy... I can’t watch anymore.”

”Facing life and death, my heart is, after all, somewhat unsettled.”

Zhang Wuji shook his head: ”When you chose to guide the Great Supervising Minister’s power and invoked Heaven and Earth’s Power, you were already destined to die. You chose death long ago. The reason your heart is unsettled is simply because there are still people you cannot let go of.”

Fang Hanshu slightly raised his head, the Holy Sage Book in his hand curved, and he placed it on his lap.

His gaze passed over the five strong individuals, calmly looking into the distance.

”Indeed...”

”Old Lv, I can no longer fight alongside you, nor help you manage the Divine Sect...”

”And Xi Xi, from now on no one will supervise your studies. How can you call the study hall a Demon Cave? Little girl, you must study well, you are too mischievous. Studying can cultivate your spirit, and make you knowledgeable and reasonable, more lovable...”

”And Li Che...”

Fang Hanshu’s face was frighteningly pale.

His eyes, however, were calm, without fear of facing death, only the regret of not being able to say goodbye to old friends.

”This world is beautiful, the human world is so rich...”

”Such a human world should not be destroyed under the Divine Tide.”

Fang Hanshu said lightly.

Zhang Wuji shook his head: ”It is the trend of the times, all the gods will fall, let alone the human world.”

No strong aura remained on Fang Hanshu, as weak as an Old Scholar without the strength to truss a chicken.

However, his back remained straight.

The five powerful beings no longer cared about him, bypassing his body, rushing towards the stone coffin.

Suddenly.

Zhang Wuji’s expression slightly changed, his wide sleeve sweeping, and the Silver Orb in his hand shot fiercely.

Only to see a ripple in space!

A huge pillar suddenly burst through space, smashing down with a terrifying force as if pulling out a mountain, instantly causing space to crack like a web.

Thud—

The Silver Orb flew back, landing in Zhang Wuji’s hand.

Dense demon energy poured down, wildly interwoven!

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable, carrying the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, stepped out of space, flauntantly.

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, his brows furrowing as he stared at the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.

”You...”

And beside the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, space exploded again. Violent murderous intent, raging demon energy, surged, shaking the void!

Six heads swung wildly, flesh wings sprouted from its back, its four limbs pounded the ground, a tail like a Divine Whip lashed violently, shattering space.

A peerless fierce beast emerged fiercely!

The aura of the Second Calamity Level spread.

Causing the people who had just bypassed Fang Hanshu to change their expressions slightly.

”The Demon Race of Ten Thousand Rivers... actually had this hidden move?!”

”A Second Calamity Level Demon God Venerable, and Ten Thousand Rivers has a newly ascended Demon God Venerable?!”

The Ascetic Monk, Witch God Priest, Emperor of Dajing, and other powerful beings were all astonished.

The Demon Race...

Actually hid the deepest?!

Fang Hanshu also looked at this scene blankly, a faint smile appearing on his pale face as if he suddenly thought of something.

”Great Elder... is it really necessary to go this far.”

A somewhat helpless voice resounded in Fang Hanshu’s ears.

Fang Hanshu turned his head.

And saw Li Che, wearing the Divine Monkey Mask, carrying the Treasure Stick on his shoulder, squatting beside him.

”You succeeded?”

Fang Hanshu’s eyes brightened, speaking.

Li Che nodded, he knew what Fang Hanshu was asking.

But he did not conceal, he indeed succeeded, having dealt with the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.

Fang Hanshu laughed heartily.

”Finally able to read in peace.”

Fang Hanshu finished laughing, softly speaking.

With a tap on Fang Hanshu’s shoulder, a thought flickered, and Fang Hanshu was sent into Mo City Fengdu.

”Hmm, read somewhere else.”

”Next, leave it to me.”

”Three against five...”

”The advantage is mine.”