Chapter 484

Chapter 484: The Farce Ends

Seeing so many people ganging up on East Kunlun, Fang Lie’s interest was instantly piqued.

As East Kunlun’s sworn enemy, Fang Lie wouldn’t miss this golden opportunity. He roared with laughter, "East Kunlun members! Why act coy after partnering with the Demonic Path? Quit dawdling and fight! Don’t disgrace your status as leader of the righteous sects!"

"Hahaha! Exactly!" someone jeered. "Fang Lie’s openly challenged you! Is East Kunlun scared?"

"Tianhezi! Quit stalling! Show us East Kunlun’s might!"

"Now we’re all grasshoppers tied together! We should cooperate, eh? Hah!"

The last speaker’s poisonous words blatantly accused East Kunlun of colluding with demons – like dumping sewage on their reputation!

Righteous cultivators now eyed East Kunlun with disdainful glares. Regardless of Fang Lie’s behavior, this remained internal righteous sect conflict. How could East Kunlun, self-proclaimed righteous leader, ally with demons against their own? This crossed all lines!

Tianhezi sensed the dangerous shift. Regret flooded him – he’d committed a catastrophic blunder.

Victory or defeat mattered not. East Kunlun’s dignity already lay trampled. His impulsive greed for advantage had trapped them.

Fighting would confirm their demonic collusion, destroying East Kunlun’s prestige forever. Yet retreating meant breaking their word and showing fear – another disgrace.

Desperate, Tianhezi shot Di Jianzi a sideways glance, transmitting: "Your thoughts?"

Though maintaining surface calm, Di Jianzi’s shifty eyes betrayed him. "Senior Uncle…" he transmitted tearfully, "Without my life-bound flying sword, I’m weaker than Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s Wan Nianqing. Against one Fang Lie? Maybe. Against nine? Certain defeat. I’ll fight if ordered… But that vile face-slapping divine skill…" His voice broke. "Hundreds of public slaps? I’d slit my throat first! Even dead, I’d still shame East Kunlun!"

Tianhezi sighed heavily – battle was impossible.

"FILTHY DEMONS!" he suddenly bellowed. "Don’t lump us with your ilk! Our quarrel with Fang Lie stays within righteous sects! Since you call this Demonic Path’s challenge, East Kunlun WITHDRAWS! We NEVER consort with demons!"

With this grand declaration, Tianhezi summoned his flying sword and fled with East Kunlun’s disciples.

The crowd gaped. Demonic cultivators recovered first, cursing:

"East Kunlun cowards! Hiding behind excuses!"

"Righteous shamelessness outdoes demons!"

"East Kunlun? More like Chicken Kunlun!"

Mockery rained down, but couldn’t halt the retreat. Though humiliating, they’d escaped the trap and saved Core Inner Gate Disciple Di Jianzi.

East Kunlun’s reputation would suffer, and Tian Jianzi become both paths’ laughingstock. But Tianhezi preferred personal disgrace over his sect bearing the demon-collaborator stain – especially having saved a core disciple.

Di Jianzi burned with gratitude, silently vowing future revenge against Fang Lie.

Watching East Kunlun flee, Fang Lie scowled. His familial vengeance demanded all their core disciples’ deaths – yet one escaped.

He rounded on remaining demons: "East Kunlun fled! You running too? Send the next sacrificial idiot! I’m ready to purge evil!"

Demonic cultivators exchanged uneasy glances. Silence wasn’t an option – Fang Lie’s taunts continued while thousands jeered. A major Demonic sect couldn’t endure such humiliation!

After half an hour’s chaos, a Demonic Elder rose, face burning: "Urgent sect summons! We depart – but this isn’t over! When Fang Lie finishes battling others, we’ll resume! Our promise holds! Enough for today – farewell!"

After speaking, he immediately led his people away at top speed.

The sharp-eyed crowd instantly recognized the stubborn old man’s excuse to flee. Talk of sect business and postponed battles was pure cowardice.

But you had to admit, his excuse was pretty good – not refusing combat, just demanding to fight last. Technically keeping his promise.

This gave everyone else an idea. Demonic Path sect Elders quickly copied him while shouting, "Fang Lie! This isn’t over! We’ll settle accounts after you finish fighting others! Don’t back out then!"

Yet their actual retreat resembled panicked strays fleeing imaginary armies.

Within moments, all Demonic Path flying treasures vanished, leaving Fang Lie opponentless.

Watching their pathetic escape, Fang Lie felt equal parts irritation and amusement.

He couldn’t force them to fight. With a bitter laugh, he muttered, "These useless fools run fast! Should’ve pretended to struggle more. Each fight could’ve earned me at least a seventh-rank top-grade treasure! Too young, too naive – forgot to play weak and ambush tigers!"

Hearing this, listeners nearly rolled their eyes out. Three years since debut, everyone thought him weak, yet he’d tricked over a dozen sects into humiliating arena battles costing them Core Inner Gate Disciples and treasures. His "weak act" already worked perfectly!

Thus, what should’ve been an epic arena battle ended anticlimactically within an hour.

Still, Fang Lie’s performance dazzled – teleportation, resurrection on the spot, blood clone, and Past King Fist. Each divine skill more monstrous than the last.

The final three skills were especially legendary. Any single one could make a Cultivator famous, yet Fang Lie possessed them all. Insane luck!

With only righteous and Neutral Sect members remaining, all clamored for Fang Lie’s victory feast to curry favor for White Jade Divine Fish access.

As host and winner, Fang Lie invited everyone to Qingyu Island.

That night’s banquet only admitted Fire Tribulation Immortals or elite Core disciples. Still, a thousand guests packed the main hall – proof of Fang Lie’s terrifying influence.

The renovated island barely accommodated them.

High-status guests demanded premium spirit food. Fang Lie hemorrhaged nearly ten thousand small spirit pearls – extravagant by normal standards, though frugal compared to Mo Qianxun’s parties.

The feast masked real agendas. Beyond allocated quotas, sects and experts sought live White Jade Divine Fish breeding pairs. One sect even offered two Eighth-rank Treasures.

Fang Lie refused. Dead fish sales meant eternal monopoly. Live pairs would create competitors.

Buddhist groups begged for Past King Fist teachings. Fang Lie refused – this supreme divine skill would uplift his Fang Family. Despite youth, he understood its irreplaceable value.