Chapter 128: Madness, the Most Unrivaled Madness in the World

Upon hearing Xu Qiuming’s words, the Carefree Immortal couldn’t help but let out a mocking laugh. He opened his eyes and looked at Xu Qiuming, saying, “What realm is Fang Wang in?”

Xu Qiuming’s expression remained unchanged as he replied, “The Concentration Realm, but his strength cannot be measured by realm alone.”

“From what I hear, you also possess power that transcends realms. Do you know why you fell to me?” the Carefree Immortal asked with contempt.

Xu Qiuming frowned.

A fierce, arrogant grin spread across the Carefree Immortal’s face. “Since you’re sacrifices, I’ll broaden your horizons. Above the Concentration Realm is the Crossing Void Realm, and above that is the Golden Body Realm. I’m not even a full practitioner of the Golden Body Realm yet—I’ve reached the fourth layer of the Golden Body Realm. My primordial treasure spirit may not be of Heavenly Origin, but it is an exquisite Earth Origin spirit. Do you really think Fang Wang can kill me while skipping two major realms?”

Xu Qiuming and the Seven Dynasties Emperor’s faces drained of color at these words.

Even Xu Qiuming and Zhao Qi, who had full confidence in Fang Wang, felt despair creeping in.

The Carefree Immortal raised both arms and gazed at the eighty-one flags fluttering in the sky, laughing madly: “Not only that, I have set the Dragon-Trapping Heaven-Exchanging Formation. Once Fang Wang steps inside, he won’t escape even if he sprouted wings. I’m curious if Fang Wang dares to abandon his so-called chivalrous righteousness of the righteous path.”

Silence fell upon the cliff. No one dared to answer.

The words “Golden Body Realm” echoed in everyone’s hearts like thunder from the heavens, leaving them dazed, unable even to catch the Carefree Immortal’s following words clearly.

…

In the northern border, atop the endless ice mountains, five thousand disciples of the Taiyuan Sect charged like a howling gale.

As they approached, the sky gradually darkened.

Chai Yi turned to Fang Wang and said, “Fang Wang, Tian Ding Mountain is less than five hundred miles away.”

Everyone looked at Fang Wang with eyes full of expectation.

Fang Wang patted Fang Hanyu beside him, then leapt up, stepping on his flying sword to rush ahead.

Without a word, he accelerated toward the horizon and vanished into the swirling snow in the blink of an eye.

“Do you think Senior Brother Fang Wang can win?”

“Of course he can! Maybe by the time we arrive, Carefree Immortal’s head will already have been severed.”

“So calm. This is the aura of the greatest of the Seven Dynasties.”

“What Carefree Immortal? He’s the Carefree Old Demon!”

The Taiyuan Sect disciples whispered among themselves. Though the elders said nothing, their eyes also glimmered with anticipation.

Elsewhere.

Fang Wang sped through the biting wind, snowflakes stirring his black hair. Little Purple slipped out from his embrace and climbed onto his shoulder, gazing forward.

“Master, how many moves to defeat the enemy?”

Little Purple asked excitedly, completely dismissing the Carefree Immortal’s strength.

In its eyes, the Carefree Immortal hadn’t shown much power. As for defeating Xu Qiuming, how could he compare to its master?

Fang Wang’s expression was indifferent as he calmly said, “With all my strength.”

He activated his Battle Heart to accelerate, while keenly sensing the aura of the formation.

Because Zhou Xue had previously revealed the existence of the Dragon-Trapping Heaven-Exchanging Formation, Fang Wang did not dare be careless. He employed his Battle True Skill to detect the formation’s presence.

Sure enough, it was there!

Ahead, the formation covered a vast area, radiating a terrifying celestial pressure.

Fang Wang likened this heavenly pressure to the thunder he had experienced during his tribulation, noticing a similarity in the oppressive weight.

He sped forward.

As he approached the formation’s range, Fang Wang took out the Six Harmonies Eight Desolations Seal, raised his hand, and tossed it upward. The seal soared and quickly disappeared into the darkness above.

Little Purple blinked but did not ask. It sensed the enemy might be just ahead and knew not to reveal their master’s intentions.

Fang Wang slowly said, “Help me shout.”

At once, Little Purple raised its serpent head and roared:

“Carefree Old Demon! My master Fang Wang, Sword Saint of Great Qi and Taiyuan Sect’s leader, has arrived! Prepare to meet your death, evil demon!”

Though a female voice, empowered by demon energy, it echoed beneath the dark sky, reverberating far and wide, causing some of the icebergs to tremble and triggering avalanches.

As the voice spread, hidden sect disciples woke from their concealment.

At the site of the Haoqi Sect.

Xu Guangteng sprang up excitedly. “Fang Wang has arrived!”

Suddenly realizing his lack of composure, he quickly shut his mouth and looked around. Others had all risen as well, their faces tense.

Since the end of the Falling Heaven Secret Realm, Fang Wang’s name had spread widely.

Many believed that Xiao Chen, Liang Xunqiu, and Blue Heart Fairy had all fallen by Fang Wang’s hand. Because of this, his deterrent power was immense. Moreover, the failure of Cliff Daoist’s attempt to forcibly recruit Fang Wang added a hint of terror to his reputation.

Yang Jin’er was excited and pumped her fist. “Let’s go watch the show!”

Cliff Daoist said gravely, “No, it’s too dangerous!”

As his words fell, Yang Jin’er mounted the White Tiger. With a roar, the beast leapt through the formation, claws tearing the wind as it charged toward Tian Ding Mountain.

Disciples from other sects also rose, some confident in their strength unable to resist witnessing the battle.

No matter what, Fang Wang represented the righteous path. As long as he could restrain the Carefree Immortal, these onlookers would face little danger.

Back on the cliff.

The Carefree Immortal suddenly opened his eyes and rose, waving his arms. The eighty-one flags above him swiftly ascended and vanished into the darkness.

Only after finishing this did he reveal a cold, sinister smile.

Xu Qiuming frowned deeply, wanting to warn Fang Wang, but his spiritual energy was completely drained, and his voice could not carry far.

The Seven Dynasties Emperors cursed out loud upon realizing what the Carefree Immortal had done.

“Demon! You will die a terrible death!”

“Fang Wang! Beware his formation!”

“Heaven watches what man does. Demon, your death is certain today!”

“You wretched dog! I curse you!”

Ignoring their curses, the Carefree Immortal soared into the sky, his robes billowing, a mad smile on his face.

“Fang Wang! Come! Let me show you the power of a Heavenly Origin treasure spirit!”

His laugh was boisterous, even louder than Little Purple’s, quickly heard by the Taiyuan Sect disciples four hundred miles away.

Upon hearing the Carefree Immortal’s words, Zhao Chuanqian immediately accelerated the formation.

Xu Qiuming shakily stood, turning to look into the distance with a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, he could only put his faith in Fang Wang.

“Fang Wang, you are the only peer I’ve ever admired in my life. You must win... I won’t allow you to lose...”

Xu Qiuming bit his teeth. If Fang Wang fell, he would take his own life immediately, leaving no chance for the Carefree Immortal to sacrifice him.

Suddenly, he spotted a golden light emerging from the darkness afar, growing brighter, his pupils widening.

Fang Wang had arrived!

Mounted on his flying sword, Fang Wang summoned a golden-scaled white feathered robe. Golden dragon qi swirled around him, making him the most dazzling presence in the dim world.

Little Purple quickly grew larger and landed at Fang Wang’s feet. The flying sword then flew into his Dragon Jade Ring.

Treading upon a purple serpent like a dragon and clad in his golden-scaled white feathered robe, Fang Wang’s aura was fully displayed, gazing down on the world with pride.

He did not summon his primordial treasure spirit. Two locks of hair resembling dragon whiskers fluttered from his forehead, revealing his handsome youthful face. His eyes were cold and sharp, twin icy lights flickering even in the dark.

That was the mark of the Battle True Skill!

Little Purple soared up, allowing Fang Wang to look down upon the Carefree Immortal atop the cliff.

…

The distance between them rapidly closed to less than two hundred zhang, and Little Purple stopped as well.

Fang Wang looked down on the Carefree Immortal. “So, you want to challenge me?”

His tone was indifferent but carried an overwhelming arrogance.

Seeing Fang Wang, the Seven Dynasties Emperors’ spirits lifted. Though they knew the Carefree Immortal was a Golden Body Realm existence, they couldn’t help but feel hope for Fang Wang.

There are some people whose mere presence brings peace to others.

Fang Wang possessed such an aura!

He made even the desperate Seven Dynasties Emperors forget despair.

“Challenge? I’m going to eat you alive!” the Carefree Immortal snarled, his face twisted with a tiger-like ferocity, hideous beyond measure.

“Senior Fang Wang, he is a Golden Body Realm cultivator beyond the Crossing Void Realm, and at the fourth layer of the Golden Body Realm!” Zhao Qi shouted hastily.

A figure emerged from the Soul-Devouring Gourd behind Little Purple—it was Zhao Zhen, who floated over to Zhao Qi.

Seeing him, Zhao Qi’s expression changed drastically, filled with both hatred and fear.

Fang Wang’s face remained expressionless as he coldly said, “Fourth layer of the Golden Body Realm—is that very strong?”

His words stirred everyone. Even the Carefree Immortal’s expression grew uneasy.

Fang Wang raised his right hand slowly and clenched his fist.

In an instant, a terrifying and unparalleled aura burst forth, pressing down on the endless ice mountains. From his center, the ice began to tremble violently, more intensely the closer they were.

Some sharp, upright icebergs even collapsed, breaking into countless shards and stirring up billowing snow mists.

The disciples rushing from all directions halted in fright, their faces filled with terror.

“What is that aura?”

“Is it Fang Wang or Carefree Immortal?”

“Unclear…”

“So frightening! With my cultivation at the second layer of the Concentration Realm, I am overwhelmed and unable to mobilize my spiritual power…”

Yang Jin’er stopped as well, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

She was inwardly shocked: “This aura… even the elders of our clan probably can’t reach this level… It’s Fang Wang’s aura! He’s that strong…”

The Taiyuan Sect disciples rushing forward felt Fang Wang’s presence deeply.

They knew it all too well!

Fang Wang had once displayed such an aura when he pressured Cliff Daoist and Xu Guang, but this pressure far surpassed that occasion.

Fang Hanyu was also moved. As Fang Wang’s closest brother, even he hadn’t realized Fang Wang was this strong…

At the same moment.

The Carefree Immortal felt the greatest pressure. His smile had become forced. He stared at Fang Wang, his voice cold: “What ultimate skill is this?”

At this moment, Fang Wang was not only forming the Mountain and River Heaven-Subduing Fist but had also activated the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body. White flames circled his body, blending with the golden dragon qi, like a divine lord descended from the heavens.

His face was indifferent as he looked down at the Carefree Immortal. “This is the unique ultimate skill of my master, the Dragon-Subduing Sage—Mountain and River Heaven-Subduing Fist. If you can withstand this punch, I will allow you to kneel and beg for mercy.”

Madness!

Xu Qiuming and the Seven Dynasties Emperors had thought the Carefree Immortal was already the height of arrogance, but upon hearing Fang Wang’s words, they finally understood what true madness was.

Fang Wang’s madness was not mockery but absolute confidence in his own strength!