Monarch Night

Sikong Dou was completely out of sorts.

"Damn it, I am your elder brother! How dare you talk to me like that, you bastard!"

"Haha... If you weren’t my elder brother, I would have cursed differently. I can’t be bothered with you, I’m still killing here... go ahead and continue adding insult to injury!"

After Sikong Ye finished speaking, he cut off the communication.

Sikong Dou cursed the Emperor Ye fiercely, angrily cursing him thoroughly!

"...I should have drowned you in a latrine pit when you were a child!"

...

Fang Che and Zhao Ying’er, along with Ye Meng, entered Jinxiu Pavilion. Instantly, it was as if ice and snow had entered a hot world; the entire hall suddenly quieted down.

Everyone who was eating somehow lowered their voices.

Some of the Jianghu People bowed their heads, not daring to speak, silently eating as if trying to use the food to cover their faces.

Fang Tu!

Oh my god, when did Fang Tu return to Donghu? It’s said he killed billions in Baixiang Continent this time!

This master actually returned to Donghu today...

The waiter came over, eagerly guiding Fang Che and the other two to a private room on the second floor.

Ye Meng and Zhao Ying’er followed behind Fang Che, their figures graceful, of great beauty.

Below, a young foppish man out with his family was unable to take his eyes off them, his attention completely caught.

Muttered: "These two chicks are really stunning..."

Before he could finish speaking.

The faces of everyone at the table turned ashen; the two people on either side of him suddenly covered his mouth with a lightning-fast speed.

The young man widened his eyes, about to shout, but was completely silenced, looking at five or six people at the table and noticing sweat the size of soybeans streaming down all their faces and foreheads.

What the heck?

The young man was utterly confused.

Seeing that seven or eight tables around them turned around, glaring at their table with faces full of malice.

Some people’s hands were already on their sword hilts.

"!!"

The young man’s face turned instantly pale; his heart seemed to stop beating.

What did I do?

I... I just said one sentence.

His father at the table was already drenched in sweat, getting up, cupping his fists, and bowing deeply to those around them: "The child did not understand... the child did not understand... I will go home and teach him severely... please, all of you... all of you, brothers, have mercy..."

In the terrified eyes of the young man to the utmost degree.

A burly man at the next table, hand on his sword hilt, said coldly: "Raising such a bastard and still daring to bring him out to embarrass yourself! Is your family tired of living?"

At another table, an elderly man half over was sinisterly saying: "There are fools every year, especially this year; if it were my son, I’d drown him in a latrine pit when we get home! To avoid trouble, saving the whole family from calamity!"

"Why not just beat such a thing to death!" someone else said.

The young man’s father turned deathly pale, nearly kneeling down: "Please... spare us..."

From the hallway upstairs, a voice lightly called down: "Forget it!"

It was Fang Che.

As soon as he spoke.

Immediately, everyone returned to their seats and ate quietly.

The whole family of the young man sat down heavily, their legs weak. That single ’forget it’ meant that the person upstairs had actually heard that sentence.

The father knelt down on the spot: "Thank you, Captain Fang..."

Fang Che waved his hand and entered the private room.

Below, the family was too afraid to continue eating, paying their bill in a cold sweat, and quickly fled Jinxiu Pavilion with the son as if their lives depended on it.

Still feeling as if countless arrows full of murderous intent were aimed at their backs, watching them until they were out of sight.

The family fled Donghu State overnight, and it wasn’t until they were out of the city that the father slapped the son hard in the face, trembling with anger and shouting: "Damn it, Nima, your eyes are only for women! Whose women dare you tease? I’ll beat you to death today to prevent you from dragging the whole family down!"

The young man was already frightened out of his wits: "...Dad...this...this...I didn’t do anything..."

"You did nothing!"

A few more slaps followed, with the father gasping for breath, rolling his eyes continuously, trembling and lowering his voice: "That was Fang Tu! That was Fang Tu... My god..."

...

Jinxiu Pavilion.

Inside the private room.

Zhao Ying’er was somewhat shocked; she never imagined that Fang Che’s prestige in Donghu State would have reached such a level!

Since ancient times, she hadn’t heard of many at Monarch Level cultivation with such a crisis in the world.

"Mr. Fang, now... your reputation can suppress an entire city?!"

Zhao Ying’er was simply in awe.

"What are you joking about."

Fang Che said: "It’s just these guys spreading rumors, scaring themselves."

"Perhaps it’s not that simple."

Zhao Ying’er said: "They may fear you, but these people genuinely protect you too!"

This sentence touched on the critical point.

Fang Che’s actions had already shocked the world, clearing two continents, with fatalities numbering over a billion?

His actions were terrifying, and his methods ruthless, universally acknowledged as merciless, yet anyone who understood some principles would raise a thumb and say ’good’!

A true hero, what a great man should do!

Who really fought batch after batch to offend and kill the powerful for the common people? Who really removed the dark clouds that covered the sky, giving the people of two continents a glimpse of the clear sky?

The idea has existed for countless generations, but who truly accomplished it?

And continued doing so?

Choosing the path of a tyrant with heaps of white bones, seas of blood, boundless killing, and endless cause-and-effect?

Currently, only Fang Che!

In Donghu State, Fang Che’s name might still be unfamiliar to many; however, the name ’Fang Tu’ had become a household name, evoking respect, awe, and fear!