Blood-Stained Hall

Many people exclaimed in surprise when they saw Fang Xiaoyu.

Yu Zhenhai frowned when he saw Fang Xiaoyu but soon sneered, "Fang Xiaoyu, it's good that you came. Even if you hadn't, I would have gone looking for you. Now that you've delivered yourself, you've saved me some effort."

Fang Xiaoyu coldly looked at the dozens of Red Flower Society members surrounding him who had sided with Yu Zhenhai, and said disdainfully, "A bunch of dirty and vile people. How could the Red Flower Society produce such despicable scum like you?"

"Go and kill him!"

The members of the society looked at each other, and with a loud shout, they all charged at Fang Xiaoyu.

In the original drama, one of the most exciting scenes was when Fang Shiyu, in a bloody battle, fought his way through hundreds of Red Flower Society members.

The wind rustled the fallen leaves, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Now, Fang Xiaoyu was dressed in battle gear, carrying several sharp long knives. While elegant swords were preferred, long knives were more practical for killing quickly.

With a flick of his hand, he covered his eyes with a black cloth and said, "Brothers, today I will open a slaughter fest. I don't wish to see my old comrades bleed. It's not too late to back out now; otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Go to hell!"

As Fang Xiaoyu covered his eyes and finished speaking, a nearby member, thinking he had an advantage, shouted loudly and swung a large knife at him.

With his eyes covered, Fang Xiaoyu felt darkness and concentrated his senses, making the wind and movement around him clearer.

As the large knife cut through the air, Fang Xiaoyu, fighting blind for the first time, envisioned the opponent's attack in his mind and moved accordingly. With a flash of his blade, he heard a sound of slicing and continued walking calmly.

The attacker behind him, face full of disbelief, spewed blood from his chest and collapsed, dying without closing his eyes.

"Kill him!"

Several others screamed and charged at Fang Xiaoyu. He swung his long knife to block and slash, each strike cutting through with a splash of blood.

Surrounded by several attackers, Fang Xiaoyu remained unscathed while those attacking him fell one by one.

Yu Zhenhai roared, "Are you all dead? What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

The revived members, howling, rushed at Fang Xiaoyu with ferocious expressions. Unfortunately, no matter how ferocious their faces, they couldn't intimidate the blindfolded Fang Xiaoyu.

Each strike and movement seemed mystical. Fang Xiaoyu felt like he was in a profound state. Though his eyes were covered, he could sense the slightest movement around him.

After changing knives several times, Fang Xiaoyu thrust a knife into a member's abdomen, pushing them back and causing blood to flow from the blade.

The hall was filled with a stench of blood. Besides those poisoned and collapsed, fewer than ten people remained standing.

In no time, Yu Zhenhai's subordinates had dwindled to fewer than ten, with at least thirty to forty fallen under Fang Xiaoyu's blade.

"Run away!"

Seemingly frightened by Fang Xiaoyu, someone shouted, and the remaining few turned and fled.

Yu Zhenhai, seated steadily, now had a dark, ferocious expression. Gripping the armrests of his chair, he heard a crack as he forcibly broke them.

Removing the cloth from his face and scanning the hall, seeing the corpses everywhere, Fang Xiaoyu sighed and then fixed his gaze on Yu Zhenhai.

Yu Zhenhai slammed the table, leaped, and kicked fiercely. Fang Xiaoyu blocked with his hands but had to admit that Yu Zhenhai's strength was formidable, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

With a violent shake, Fang Xiaoyu staggered back several steps before steadying himself, watching Yu Zhenhai coldly.

Yu Zhenhai wiped his bald head, chuckling grimly, and attacked again.

This time, Fang Xiaoyu was prepared. They engaged in a fierce battle, each striking back and forth without yielding.

Fan Xiaoyu landed a punch on Yu Zhenhai's chest, while Yu Zhenhai kicked Fang Xiaoyu's calf.

The pain in his leg made Fang Xiaoyu stumble and nearly collapse. He hadn't expected Yu Zhenhai to be so powerful and wondered how Fang Shiyu had defeated such a formidable opponent in the original drama.

Yu Zhenhai was equally shocked. In the large Red Flower Society, his strength was among the top, and even Chen Jialuo might not be able to defeat him.

Yu Zhenhai, who always thought himself invincible, was stunned to find Fang Xiaoyu almost on par with him.

Especially when Yu Zhenhai kicked Fang Xiaoyu's calf, a kick that would normally break the bone even for a trained fighter, Fang Xiaoyu's reaction showed he had withstood it.

Realizing Fang Xiaoyu's martial arts lineage, Yu Zhenhai gritted his teeth and said, "Is it the Indestructible Body Technique?"

Fang Xiaoyu's numb leg, after a few breaths, gradually recovered. He responded, "Yes, it's the Indestructible Body Technique."

Feeling the severe pain in his calf, Fang Xiaoyu silently rejoiced that his training in the Indestructible Body Technique had made him incredibly resilient, allowing him to withstand Yu Zhenhai's heavy blow. Otherwise, his bones might have been shattered.

"Even if you're made of bronze and iron, I'll still tear you apart!"

Roaring, Yu Zhenhai launched another violent assault. Fang Xiaoyu felt like a small boat in a storm, at risk of capsizing.

Yet, to Yu Zhenhai, Fang Xiaoyu was like a rock amidst raging waves, unshaken by the storm.

Suddenly, Fang Xiaoyu seized the opportunity, delivering a hand blade strike to Yu Zhenhai's leg, channeling all his strength into it. There was a cracking sound as Yu Zhenhai's leg bone was shattered.

Yu Zhenhai, groaning, staggered back a few steps, barely stabilizing himself. He looked at his painful left leg with fear and hatred.

Knowing to seize the moment, Fang Xiaoyu understood that Yu Zhenhai's power was mostly in his legs. With one leg destroyed, Yu Zhenhai's strength was greatly diminished.

Despite Yu Zhenhai's desperate counterattacks, Fang Xiaoyu's relentless strikes caused Yu Zhenhai to turn red and spit out blood. With one final sweeping blow, Fang Xiaoyu kicked Yu Zhenhai into the wall. Yu Zhenhai slid down the wall, sitting in the corner, with blood and internal organs spilling from his mouth, eyes wide, convulsing, and gradually stilling.

Seeing Yu Zhenhai's demise, Fang Xiaoyu finally relaxed. He felt intense soreness throughout his body. Yu Zhenhai's strength was not inferior to his own; Fang Xiaoyu's victory was due to his exceptional resilience, which had outmatched Yu Zhenhai.

If Yu Zhenhai had been armed, the outcome might have been different.

Nonetheless, the battle was over. Fang Xiaoyu found the antidote on Yu Zhenhai and cured everyone in the hall of their poison.

The people were extremely grateful to Fang Xiaoyu. After handling the gratitude, Fang Xiaoyu went with Chen Jialuo into a secluded room.