He had already dismounted from Fang Dabao and was now walking forward slowly. Fang Dabao followed his every step. It was innately intelligent, able to understand human speech, distinguish good from evil, and seek fortune while avoiding disaster.

Thus, it knew very well that it couldn’t leave Fang Shuwen’s side right now. Otherwise, that immense Palm Power descending from the heavens would land on its head too.

Even with its own supernatural nature, it didn’t dare to face Fang Shuwen’s Palm Power head-on.

In an instant, a section of the long street was completely cleared.

The numerous Jianghu people present didn’t dare to charge forward again. Watching the young man with one hand pressed in a prayer gesture and a merciful expression, they all felt a chill rise from the depths of their hearts.

In just the last few moments, at least a hundred people had died around him.

How was this mercy?

This was truly killing without batting an eye!

Besides, this technique of Fang Shuwen’s was simply too unstoppable.

An endless torrent of Palm Power surrounded his body. Anyone who dared take a single step forward would be reduced to a mangled corpse beneath its might.

How could they advance? How could they fight?

This situation led to a rather comical scene. As Fang Shuwen walked forward with one hand in a prayer gesture, the Jianghu people maintained a distance of a hundred feet, retreating in lockstep with him.

Occasionally, some clueless individual would block the retreat of those in front. As a result, that person would be just one step too slow and get swept into [Mercy Does Not Cross]. Everyone heard clearly the sound of bones shattering under the pressure of the Palm Power, and they all saw the horrifying sight of the victim bleeding from all seven orifices after being engulfed.

Just as the crowd was feeling both terrified and helpless, Fang Shuwen suddenly relaxed his hand.

Some genius suddenly shouted:

"He’s out of Inner Strength!!"

The moment these words were spoken, everyone’s heart began to race.

’That’s right!’

Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts were world-shattering, and the Demon Evil God’s fearsome reputation was well-deserved!

What they had just witnessed was indeed proof of that.

He was worthy of the name Demon Evil God.

His Martial Arts were truly terrifying.

But in the end, he was only one man. How many times could he use such a powerful technique?

Him giving up [Mercy Does Not Cross] now, wasn’t it because his Inner Strength was running low?

Although it might not be as the shouter claimed—that his Inner Strength was completely depleted—it was at least a sign.

The crowd of Jianghu people exchanged glances. Some were cautious, planning to let others lead the charge. But others were burning with impatience, terrified that if they were a step too late, a juicy piece of meat like Long Qingzhi would fall into someone else’s bowl.

Therefore, after only a brief moment of silence, the crowd charged forward once more.

Fang Shuwen, as if his True Qi was truly exhausted, sidestepped an oncoming punch, causing the observing Jianghu people to nearly shed tears of joy.

They saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

Although in the next moment, Fang Shuwen casually slapped that person’s head clean off.

Yet, it still couldn’t dampen their enthusiasm. For a time, the sky was filled with their roaring battle cries.

Fang Shuwen was utterly fearless. Moreover, he suddenly realized that today was actually a good opportunity.

’Martial Arts aren’t just something to be practiced; they have to be used in combat.’

’Fighting others is always the best way to improve one’s own Martial Arts.’

’I could just use the [Great Black Heaven God Palm] to crush everyone in my path, but wouldn’t that be a waste of this entire city of whetstones in Anyue City?’

’Besides, the range of [Mercy Does Not Cross] is limited. Once someone steps inside, death is certain.’

’But these people have already figured out its boundaries. At this rate, I could walk from the east side of the city to the west and end up not killing a single person. What would that be? Just a casual stroll through town?’

’So, I have to give them a little hope. Otherwise, how would they dare to risk their lives?’

With these thoughts in mind, he unleashed the [Plum Blossom Scattering Hand] and the [Sea-Shaking Divine Fist] one after another.

Even without using those incredibly powerful techniques, under the boost of his fourfold Talent and comprehension, the power of his [Plum Blossom Scattering Hand] was increasing wildly.

He was also rapidly comprehending the [Sea-Shaking Divine Fist].

Every strike was more formidable than the last—more ruthless, more concise, more powerful!

A longsword, as if slipping through an invisible crack, suddenly thrust before Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen didn’t even glance at it. His five fingers flickered as if strumming a pipa, and a series of ear-grating sounds rang out.

Under Fang Shuwen’s hand, the longsword was forcefully shattered into a cloud of fragments.

Immediately after, he hooked his five fingers, grabbed the swordsman’s head, and with a slight squeeze, half of the man’s head was gone.

At the same time, Fang Shuwen’s figure suddenly spun.

A move, [Hammer Sea Shocking Heaven], abruptly descended.

The crowd looked up, only to feel an immeasurably vast fist descending from the sky.

It was simply not something human strength could withstand.

They wailed and scattered, but still, they weren’t fast enough to escape.

Those struck squarely by the punch were all turned into clouds of blood mist, scattering in all directions.

The fist slammed into the ground with a deafening BOOM. The bluestone pavement shattered into dust, and shockwaves of force radiated outward, causing the entire Anyue City to tremble violently.

After this punch landed, a dead silence fell over Anyue City.

Only then did people realize that Fang Shuwen had already fought his way from the city gates to the central crossroads.

He had slaughtered his way here. The ground beneath his feet was littered with corpses. The opportunity they thought they had moments ago had never existed at all.

Throughout the entire process, they hadn’t managed to land a single blow, nor had they even scratched Fang Shuwen.

This realization made everyone gasp in cold horror.

"Fang Shuwen!!!"

A sharp roar suddenly descended from the sky:

"What’s so great about slaughtering ordinary Jianghu people?"

"If you have the guts, fight me... I..."

No one knew where this person came from. The crowd looked up, and some people’s eyes immediately lit up with recognition.

But before anyone could call out the newcomer’s identity, they saw Fang Shuwen reach out and grasp.

The man instantly shot toward Fang Shuwen like an arrow loosed from a bow.

"So fast!!"

"What kind of Body Technique is that?"

It wasn’t until the man’s head landed in Fang Shuwen’s hand that the crowd realized it wasn’t a Body Technique... it was a goddamn Cultivation Technique!

After casually using the [North Nether Divine Technique] to drain the man’s Inner Strength, he crushed him to death with a single squeeze.

Only then did Fang Shuwen slowly raise his head.

"You know, I think that gentleman just now actually had a point."

"I have never been a cruel or bloodthirsty person..."

When the crowd heard this, they couldn’t stand to listen anymore.

’Man, just look behind you! The ground is carpeted with bodies, and rivers of blood have long since formed. And what about those who were blown to pieces? The nearby buildings are stained red! And you call that not cruel and bloodthirsty?’

Fang Shuwen ignored their reactions and simply continued speaking:

"How about this? Today, I will stand right here."

"If anyone wishes to take my head, feel free to try. One-on-one, or all of you at once—I’ll leave it up to you."

"Once you make a move, life and death are no longer negotiable."

"Conversely, for those who don’t attack... we shall not harm a single hair on your heads. How does that sound?"