Chapter 299: Fang Xing’s Ident.i.ty

　　Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

　　Even the Master of Immortal Mansion hadn't antic.i.p.ated this decisive swing of the blade. Before he could send his next telepathic message, the aura of one of the female elders had already completely disappeared.

　　Without any room for negotiation, Fang Xing had really chopped off her head in one move.

　　What was even more stupefying was that this wasn't the end.

　　Fang Xing dealt with things very firmly; gathering spirit energy in his palm, he raised his hand again and chopped off the head of a second female elder immediately followed by the third.

　　The heavy pressure in the intrinsic spirit field had faded, and the three heads rolled over the ground with open eyes; they died with lingering grievances, and there wasn't any bleeding from their necks at all.

　　It could only be said that Fang Xing wasn't just unwavering, he was also ruthless. The most important point was that, without even giving them time to breathe, he had beheaded three Itinerant Immortals like he was slicing radishes.

　　Anyone would be transfixed with horror at this scene.

　　"Very well! You have guts! You're just courting death!"

　　The sound of the Master of Immortal Mansion's fury penetrated the intrinsic spirit field, and a moment later, the roof of Linglang Pavilion outside the field was directly torn off.

　　With a wave of Fang Xing's hand, the intrinsic spirit field disappeared. He picked up the heads of the three female elders, leaving their bodies buried forever in the intrinsic spirit field.

　　After the roof of Linglang Pavilion had been torn off, the Taoist in red and that eastern branch chief from before showed up. Fang Xing shook the heads in front of them before causally tossing them behind him.

　　The Taoist in red and the eastern branch chief gnashed their teeth at this painful scene, already about to erupt with rage.

　　Actually, while Fang Xing had been battling the three female elders, the Master of Immortal Mansion had already been observing him from the shadows.

　　After seeing Fang Xing call forth his intrinsic spirit field, the Master had already had some idea about the other person's general strength — he definitely wasn't ordinary. Also, his aura indeed felt familiar. It was highly likely that this was a descendant of someone whom he had fought before. Basically, the Master already had a hunch.

　　"This intrinsic spirit field isn't yours, right? Relying on something that you were favored with is nothing to be proud of." The Taoist in red hovered above the clouds and looked down at him from on high.

　　What he said was right, and Fang Xing couldn't refute it; this intrinsic spirit field indeed wasn't his. It could perhaps be considered a relic. It contained an intensely dense acc.u.mulation of spirit energy, and together with the secret key to this s.p.a.ce, had been engraved on his body when he had been born.

　　The year he turned five, he had inadvertently opened the s.p.a.ce, and only after a long span of time did he realize that this thing was called an intrinsic spirit field.

　　When he thought about it, Fang Xing felt that his childhood had been quite tragic; like the protagonist in a novel who picked up a golden finger 1 , he had only been able to rely on himself as he muddled his way through life.

　　Although the Fang couple had raised him with a lot of love, he still hadn't been able to forgive the guy who had pushed his biological father step by step toward the abyss for the sake of his own interests.

　　History had completely painted his father as heinous and tragic... whether this was true or not, Fang Xing had drawn his own conclusions.