Chapter 636

Chapter 636: Furious Revenge

The enraged old man hastily flew thousands of miles toward the large spirit stone mine. This was one of the few major spirit stone mines belonging to the Ximen family clan, yielding billions of high-grade spirit stones annually. Mid- and low-grade stones were never extracted, left to mature into high-grade ones.

To sustain long-term production, the Ximen family clan meticulously maintained this mine. They avoided over-mining, periodically burying vast quantities of low-grade spirit stones and nurturing it with treasures from heaven and earth. Tens of thousands of years of careful cultivation had brought it to its current state!

If destroyed, the clan’s spirit stone income would suffer heavy injuries, taking millennia to recover!

Filled with urgency, the old man rushed over, only to be driven to madness upon arrival.

Though no magma covered the ground this time, a far more horrifying sight greeted him: a cataclysmic explosion had obliterated the sacred mountain, sending dust soaring thousands of miles high to form a leering ghostly visage!

"Bastard! Damn you!" the old man howled. Then he spotted the three prime culprits in the distance—Fang Lie’s blood clones!

"You brat! Face me if you dare!" he roared, charging toward them.

But Fang Lie had learned his lesson. His interconnected clones knew two had already perished despite using Semi-Immortal Sword Energy against this old foe. Blood clones required months of refining—Fang Lie wouldn’t waste them recklessly.

The three clones instantly activated Void Escape, vanishing thousands of miles in different directions, forcing the old man to pursue only one.

"Coward! Fight me!" he bellowed, chasing one clone.

Fang Lie’s voice echoed back through his Divine Phoenix Golden Wings: "Shameless fossil! Ditch your Ninth-Rank Treasure and fight fair! The Ximen clan’s disgrace knows no bounds!"

Infused with Magic, Fang Lie’s taunts carried for miles, drawing curious glances from passing cultivators.

Flushing crimson, the old man doubled his pursuit. Yet Fang Lie’s teleportation techniques proved maddening—blinking thousands of miles while zigzagging unpredictably. Soon the pursuer realized catching his prey was impossible.

But Fang Lie wouldn’t let him quit. "Too decrepit to chase, old man? Where’s your cultivation now?" he jeered.

"Stand still, coward!" the old man screamed, reignited by rage.

Fang Lie laughed, shouting, "Catch me first, relic! Let’s see if your antique bones can keep up!"

As this futile chase continued, Ximen Qingdong and his Thunder Tribulation Immortal peers writhed like ants on fire. Their council hall, once dignified, now reeked of panic.

Over thirty disasters had struck: towns flattened, peach orchards ruined, mines destroyed, palaces demolished. Fang Lie’s clones were ravaging their territory unchecked.

Two Ninth-Rank Treasures couldn’t contain hundreds of swift, suicidal clones. Only Semi-Immortals could stop this—but both were occupied refining Fang Lie’s stolen Flying Boat.

"Can’t they pause?" one Thunder Tribulation Immortal growled.

Ximen Qingdong shook his head. "Abandoning the Peak Eighth-Rank treasure’s refinement would damage both Founders and treasure."

"Deploy our third Ninth-Rank Treasure defensively," another suggested. "Our core assets are safe—outer losses won’t exceed twenty Eighth-Rank treasures’ value."

They dispersed Thunder Tribulation Immortals to guard key locations with powerful Formations. Yet the clan’s vast territory left countless vulnerabilities.

Ximen Qingdong sat rigid as Flying Swords bearing bad news arrived hourly. His composure shattered when a crimson message streaked in—Fang Lie had found their hidden small thousand Secret Realm containing their sole Spirit Jade vein.

"Traitors!" Ximen Qingdong croaked, face ashen. The Mo Sect’s coveted resource—exposed!