Invincible from Seeing the BOSS's Health Bar

In a hundred meters, he crossed the distance in an instant!

Fast! Way too fast!

Wood Realm! He must be a Wood Realm Warrior!!

Alcohol Monk’s whole body trembled, yet he could barely speak.

”Jiu... Jiuyang...”

Crack!

With a twist of the neck, Fang Yu immediately frowned.

The tactile feedback was off.

It was like twisting a chunk of hard marble; the feeling going down was as if he’d crushed some stone.

He lifted his head and checked this guy’s HP bar; sure enough, there were still more than a thousand HP left.

Fang Yu let out a cold laugh and slammed the one-armed monk heavily into the ground.

Bang!!

The impact again carried that stony texture; broken arm and shredded flesh flew out, bouncing like little rocks.

Some Cultivation Technique, not bad at all.

He crouched down and drove a punch straight into his heart!

Bang!!

The one-armed monk’s eyes bulged on the spot, he spat blood with a ”waa,” and couldn’t even pretend to be a corpse anymore.

”Spare me! My lord, spare me!!”

Staring at Fang Yu’s blood-stained fist and the horrifying fist mark that had completely caved in his abdomen, the one-armed monk was utterly panicked.

In his current sorry state, he was almost no different from that Northwest Crane just now.

Fang Yu only tilted his head slightly and said, ”Gang up on me, and you pay the price.”

As the words fell, his fist came smashing straight down toward the monk’s head!

”If you kill me! Jiuyang Temple will never let you go!!!”

Bang!!!

The stone-like head was smashed open, a large chunk missing; the one-armed monk’s facial flesh burst apart, too gruesome to look at.

At the same time, his HP bar was finally emptied, and a System Prompt rang out.

[Jiu Bujie: 0/5999.]

[System Prompt: Congratulations to the Player for killing [Jiu Bujie], gaining 5 Experience Points.]

[System Prompt: Detected that [Jiu Bujie] is Human; [Green Demon Blood] bloodline talent has been triggered.]

[System Prompt: Congratulations to the Player, maximum Life Value increased by 5999 points.]

[System Prompt: The Human Race slaughter one another, resentment gathers into Evil Qi and coils around your body.]

Humans have bottlenecks.

The bottleneck of Martial Arts is not something just anyone can break through.

Too many people get stuck before the bottleneck, stuck at the limits of human effort, stuck at the limits of their personal potential.

If you want to go a step further, you either become a Believer, or a Demon Martial Artist, or else find another path.

But a realm is a realm; if you can’t cross that realm, you’ll always be one level beneath others.

”Jiuyang Temple.”

Fang Yu planned to go back and ask Monk Quan Heng about this Jiuyang Temple. They were all monks; maybe Monk Quan Heng would know something.

”D-dead, they’re dead?! Master Jiu and Lord Northwest Crane are both dead!!”

Someone noticed what was happening over here and screamed in terror.

Mo Jueli, who was on the verge of winning the siege against Lu Qiaochun, turned and saw this scene. Her face changed drastically on the spot; her soul almost jumped out of her body.

At best, she was only on the level of that Northwest Crane, nowhere near Master Jiu.

Yet even Master Jiu died in that young man’s hands—how was she supposed to be his match!

She glanced back once toward Mr. Huang’s side, and in Mr. Huang’s stunned, panicked, and terrified expression, Mo Jueli suddenly drew back, and with a few light bounds she had already reached the edge of the courtyard wall. One leap and she cleared the wall; her figure vanished from everyone’s sight.

That string of movements flowed like water, so smooth and natural that the others present hadn’t even reacted before Mo Jueli had already left the scene.

”M-my lord...”

Yu Ji looked at Fang Yu with a complicated expression.

One breath ago, he’d still been facing a life-and-death crisis of having his limb chopped off; the next breath, the crisis was gone, and the enemy had already been taken out.

Everything happened so fast that he hadn’t quite caught up mentally.

The main thing was that the previous crisis had been too intense, leaving his Spirit slightly dazed.

A severed limb, for a Martial Artist, was practically equivalent to severing the future of his Martial Arts! It was an extremely serious injury!

You could say that if he’d lost a limb, he shouldn’t expect to be of much use in the Rebel Army going forward.

”My lord...”

Lu Qiaochun, being stronger, had held out against the crowd’s siege. She was just looking tired and clearly hadn’t been having an easy fight; that five-thousand-HP combat power of hers apparently had some water in it.

”A-a monster!”

”Run, run, run! We’re absolutely no match for this guy!”

”Even Master Jiu... Mr. Huang, sorry, but we’re taking off first!”

”He’s the one who came back—then what about Lord Hei Lian Shen Heilian? And that demon... don’t tell me they’ve all already been...”

Everyone wanted to scatter like birds and beasts; Mr. Huang’s body went rigid, letting the two children shield him as his mind went completely blank.

And just then, Fang Yu, the homicidal maniac in everyone’s eyes, suddenly did something completely unexpected.

They saw him prop up his subordinate, then run over and pick up that woman. With a tap of his toes he leapt, flipping over the courtyard wall, actually leaving the Huang Mansion directly as well!

What the hell?

He was clearly the winner here, right? If anyone should be running, it should be us, right?

Unable to make sense of it and not understanding what was going on, the crowd actually slowed their footsteps, at a loss, staring at each other blankly.

One person, however, hesitated and said, ”Could it be that guy’s target... isn’t us, and isn’t Mr. Huang either?”

Once these words came out, everyone instantly remembered: when this man barged into the hall, he had called out the name of the Qin-Jian Double Supreme directly. Other than that, he didn’t seem to have intended to cause trouble for anyone else at all. It was purely them being self-important, going against him under Mr. Huang’s orders...

So in the end, we were the ones courting death ourselves???

At this time Mr. Huang also collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, feeling as if he’d just narrowly escaped death.

He had always believed he had friends all over the world and maintained close connections with many experts in Thunder City, but who would have thought that these ”experts” looked good on paper and were useless in practice!

A random punk out of nowhere shows up and slaughters all the so-called experts he knew, not leaving a single piece of armor intact—they were basically a mob of rabble!

”Oh? Seems I came back a bit late. Mr. Huang, is this birthday banquet still on?”

Just then, a crisp female voice sounded. Everyone turned and saw Shen Heilian, her body spattered with bits of demon flesh and soaked in blood, had returned.

”Miss... Shen.”

Mr. Huang spoke with a complicated expression.

As for the birthday banquet, that was obviously... not happening.

...

The two Great Demons directly brought in more than thirty attribute points.

You could call it a super mega haul!

The earlier several dry runs, plus the low yield from a few Blood Demons, were all made up for in these two demons!

Fang Yu’s mood right now could be described as exceptionally good!

In terms of efficiency, this was in no way slower than when he released Evil Qi to lure demons to their deaths.

He checked his Life Value again.

[Life: 104561/107257.]

His Life Value had already broken through the hundred-thousand mark directly!

Aside from the HP contributed by the two four-to-five-thousand-HP experts, there was also the free HP from those little nobodies who fell to their deaths during the Qi Explosion Heaven-Whirl.

But just now, since he hadn’t activated full-body Bone Armor for protection, during the direct HP exchange with the demons, the drop in his HP had been quite noticeable.

Plus, battles had been chaining together nonstop. Sure, he could regenerate, but with fights linking back-to-back, the HP regen efficiency was low, so the HP bar hadn’t filled back up.

But his Life Value had already broken past the hundred-thousand threshold; Fang Yu almost didn’t care about this bit of lost HP.

He felt like he could afford to be even more reckless; his previous fighting style had still been too cautious.

He was different from regular Martial Artists. With a demon-level HP pool, he wasn’t afraid of getting hurt and losing HP at all. Against those low-level demons, he could just dump damage straight into them and be done with it, boosting efficiency by a huge chunk, instead of ending up like this time, where his two subordinates almost got clipped.

He pulled out the Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling [Dragon Soul Seal], that thing which looked like an official seal yet also like a Jade Seal. The moment it was placed on his palm, the Evil Qi over his whole body was swiftly swept away. In a few seconds, it had completely cleared out, leaving him feeling light all over.

[System Prompt: Harmony calms the heart, evil thoughts dissipate, the body feels light.]

Nice!

The effect was strong too!

Worthy of being a special Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling for entering a Land of Gathering Evil. Its strength was on a whole different level compared to that previous rag of soul clothes.

With no more worries about the aftermath of killing, Fang Yu suddenly felt that a lot of things no longer needed any restraint—he could finally cut loose and go all out!