"Hiss..." With that sound, the large hand plunged into Fang Jiuyuan's back without reservation, seizing his heart. Fang Jiuyuan's face underwent a drastic change, his eyes filled with sheer terror, as an indescribable agony surged through his body and into his very soul.

He tried to cry out, but before the sound could escape, another pale hand clamped around his neck. With a crisp crack, his neck was completely snapped, even as his heart was ripped out.

For a dignified master of the Ninth Heaven to be struck down by a sneak attack from behind—news of this would certainly terrify everyone if it ever got out. Yet, so many people present were witnessing it firsthand.

After tearing out Fang Jiuyuan's heart, Liang Xiaoke immediately stuffed it toward his mouth. He took a bite, crunching down several times with sickening ka-cha ka-cha sounds, followed by wet smack-smack noises. Fang Jiuyuan was clearly beyond hearing such sounds now, but the onlookers felt their blood run cold, their eyes wide with utter horror.

At this moment, Fang Zhentian, who had just punched Xi Yang away, sensed the anomaly behind him. He turned to see his son's body slowly collapsing, and a pale-faced man openly devouring his son's heart with huge gulps.

In an instant, Fang Zhentian's eyes turned blood red. Setting aside the fact that Fang Jiuyuan was one of his most cherished sons, these individuals had not only slain his son right before his eyes but were now consuming his heart—it was equivalent to slapping him across the face repeatedly.

He was the Patriarch of the Fang family! He was a master of the Heavenly Immortal realm! Now he couldn't even protect his own son. How could he possibly protect the entire Fang family going forward?

Enraged, Fang Zhentian spun around, his body instantly appearing before Liang Xiaoke, launching a punch directly toward his sternum...

With a sound like "Rumble...", the punch, imbued with all of Fang Zhentian's power, blew a massive hole straight through Liang Xiaoke's chest. His heart was instantly pulverized, and Fang Zhentian's fist passed completely through.

The crowd gasped again, clearly awed by Fang Zhentian's sheer power. Fang Jiuyuan was a Ninth Heaven master, yet this pale-faced man had slain him in an instant. To kill such a master, his own cultivation must have been at least the Ninth Heaven level. But now, this person couldn't withstand even a single move from Fang Zhentian.

Truly worthy of being the Fang Family Patriarch, such terrifying strength...

Fang Zhentian himself paused, clearly surprised that the man who killed his son was now reduced to a pulp by his own strike. His vast divine sense swept over the body, finding no trace of life—was the man truly killed by one punch? Had his own strength improved again?

Fang Zhentian felt deeply perplexed and tried to withdraw his fist, but he was stunned to find his arm seemingly jammed by something.

Looking back at Liang Xiaoke, he saw the man staring back with wide eyes and a vicious grin.

"Heh heh, old bastard, you try taking a punch from me too!" Liang Xiaoke roared with laughter, throwing out a punch of his own. This punch was even faster than Fang Zhentian's previous strike; in the air, the shadow of the fist was entirely lost.

Fang Zhentian, momentarily frozen in shock, snapped back to awareness and tried to dodge, but his arm was entirely trapped inside Liang Xiaoke's body—evasion was impossible.

With a sharp crack, Liang Xiaoke's punch slammed directly into Fang Zhentian's chest. Fang Zhentian, too slow to erect his defensive power, had several ribs instantly shattered.

His body recoiled violently backward, but a streak of black light shot out from his feet, heading directly toward his lower abdomen.

Fang Zhentian's heart convulsed. He had never imagined the force of Liang Xiaoke's punch could be so immense! Could this fellow also be a Heavenly Immortal realm expert? Was he going mad? Or was the entire world gone mad? When did Heavenly Immortals become so cheap, two appearing at once?

But there was clearly no time to ponder such questions; the whistling wind approaching his lower body brought a sharp tension to Fang Zhentian's expression.

With a single grip, a sword of the same jet-black hue materialized in his hand. He swung it directly at the incoming black light to sever it.

With a resonant clang, the black light was knocked aside. Fang Zhentian’s hand was numbed up to the tiger's mouth from the impact, while Liang Xiaoke was jarred so hard he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fang Zhentian paused, raising his eyes to the ancient sword now back in Liang Xiaoke's grip. He cried out in shock, "Where did you get this sword?"

He could hardly believe that the longsword in this young man's hand bore such a striking resemblance to his own!

Liang Xiaoke also noticed the sword in Fang Zhentian’s hand. It shared the same origin as his Zhuxian Sword. That fierce, murderous aura, that arrogance that scorned all gods and immortals... Could this be one of the other four swords? Looking closer, at the hilt, there was an ancient seal script: "LÙ!" Liang Xiaoke’s eyes instantly lit up. This was the Luxian Sword, sharing its origin with the Zhuxian Sword.

The Zhuxian Sword was a notorious, malevolent blade famed throughout the Three Realms, capable of slaying immortals and destroying gods. But its true power lay in assembling all four swords to deploy the Zhuxian Sword Formation using the Zhuxian Formation Diagram.

Now that he possessed the Zhuxian Sword, if he could acquire this other fierce blade, wouldn't he be close to setting up the full Zhuxian Sword Formation?

Liang Xiaoke had always been envious of Ye Jingyu possessing protective treasures like the Eastern Emperor Bell and archaic ultimate arrays like the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Extinction Grand Array. Now that he had such an opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it slip by.

Ignoring Fang Zhentian's question, he swayed his body, and a man dressed in Daoist robes stepped out, tightly gripping a whisk, which he immediately swung toward Fang Zhentian.

Fang Zhentian was momentarily stunned. How was another Heavenly Immortal-level powerhouse appearing? He swung his Luxian Sword toward the Daoist. The Daoist's whisk instantly shattered, and his body rapidly retreated, narrowly avoiding the strike of the Luxian Sword.

But before Fang Zhentian could press his attack, a monk emerged from within Liang Xiaoke’s body. Wielding a demon-subduing staff, he brought it down hard toward Fang Zhentian.

The astonishment in Fang Zhentian's heart was now beyond verbal description. Were these all clones of this brat? He had only managed to create a clone using replication techniques, expending tremendous effort to cultivate it to the peak of the Ninth Heaven. But now, this fellow's avatars possessed the exact same aura as him—Heavenly Immortal level! This... how was this possible?

Utterly shocked, Fang Zhentian beckoned with one hand, recalling the Fang Tian Tower, which had been used for illumination nearby, and used it to shield his body.