Chapter 650

Chapter 650: Ximen Gives In

When Blue and Purple Ancestors heard Fang Lie’s words, they felt like they were sitting on burning coals. Only then did they recall the peculiar Mo Sect Fang Family in the cultivation world, whose motto was "never retreat even after smashing through the South Wall." Once resolved, they’d pursue their goal through nine deaths without regret!

In the past, these two Semi-Immortals had mocked such a family as fools. But now, facing Fang Lie himself, they finally understood how maddening such stubbornness could be!

As revered Semi-Immortals with millennia of combined age, they’d humbled themselves to seek peace—yet this brat refused to yield! How could they endure such humiliation?

Hundreds of Fang Lie’s clones, each wielding Thunder Tribulation Immortal combat power, ravaged the Ximen family clan’s territory. Tens of thousands perished every moment—a massacre beyond words.

Fang Lie didn’t just kill. To vent his rage, he obliterated every Ximen structure in sight. Even minor courtyards were flattened. Precious spiritual items weren’t looted but destroyed outright!

Destruction outpaced creation. In mere minutes, the Ximen clan’s outskirts burned. Casualties reached hundreds of thousands; ruins littered the land. The damage would take centuries to restore.

They deeply regretted provoking Fang Lie—gaining nothing but endless trouble. Yet regret came too late. Unable to fight or negotiate, they writhed like ants on a hot pan, powerless to stop him.

Watching their descendants die in droves, the Semi-Immortals turned desperately to the Sword God.

"Brother-in-law, stop Fang Lie!" Blue Ancestor begged. "As Sect Leader of East Kunlun, he must grant you some face!"

"Yes! Mediate for us!" Purple Ancestor urged.

The Sword God grimaced. Though loathing to engage Fang Lie again, he couldn’t refuse the elders. Suppressing anger, he muttered, "I’ll try."

Teleporting before a Fang Lie clone, he declared sternly, "Fang Lie! Show mercy. Haven’t you done enough?"

"No!" Fang Lie sneered. "Those old fools started this—I’ll finish it!"

"But they seek peace now!"

"Peace?" Fang Lie barked. "They provoked me—they’ll endure my wrath! I’m not done!"

The Sword God clenched his teeth. "Grant me this face."

"Face? From you?" Fang Lie spat. "That wretched son of yours proves you’re no better!"

"What?!" The Sword God’s fury erupted. By tradition, such disrespect justified killing Fang Lie outright—yet the Mo Sect youth just smirked.

"Stop pretending! You think I don’t know Zhu Xian and Shi Shen’s ambushes were your doing? Only fools believe otherwise!"

The Sword God paled. "Lies! What proof—"

"Swear on your Dao heart it wasn’t you!" Fang Lie challenged. "Do it, and I’ll stop immediately!"

The Sword God froze. Bound by his schemes, such an oath would doom him. "You dare order me? Arrogant brat!"

Fang Lie scoffed. "I knew it! Hypocrite! Hiring assassins while posing as the righteous leader? You’re shameless!"

Exposed, the Sword God roared, "You seek death?!"

Terrifying sword intent crushed Fang Lie’s clone—yet the youth jutted his neck forward. "Strike! But touch me, and East Kunlun burns next! Today Ximen, tomorrow Kunlun Mountain!"

"Damn you!!" The Sword God trembled, thwarted by his own vulnerability. Withdrawing his power, he hissed, "One day, brat, you’ll die!"

Teleporting back, he growled at the ancestors, "You saw—the whelp leaves no room for reason!"

The conversation between the Sword God and Fang Lie was under the full surveillance of the Blue and Purple Semi-Immortals. They knew the Sword God had tried his best, but Fang Lie showed no regard for face, leaving him powerless.

"Damn it, what should we do now?" the Blue Ancestor cried anxiously.

Fang Lie continued his frenzied slaughter, with three hundred clones killing anyone they encountered. Every passing moment saw thousands of their descendants massacred. Even the Blue and Purple Ancestors were terrified by such a mad Cultivator!

"Find Mo Qianxun. Only he can rein in this rabid dog!" the Sword God said helplessly. "Brothers, I’ve lost all dignity here. Farewell!" With a flash, he vanished.

The two Ancestors understood the Sword God’s humiliation—publicly berated by a Junior yet unable to retaliate. For the world’s greatest swordsman, this shame was unbearable.

Moreover, the Sword God and Mo Qianxun were lifelong rivals. Though bound by status to avoid open conflict, their covert rivalry never ceased. Now that the Ximen family clan had to bow to Mo Qianxun, the Sword God couldn’t bear to remain.

After his departure, the Blue and Purple Ancestors exchanged glances and sighed.

"Very well. This is retribution," the Blue Ancestor said bitterly. "We forced Mo Qianxun to suppress the truth about Fang Lie’s father. Now Fang Lie demands repayment."

"Ridiculous! We were mere accomplices! East Kunlun is the prime culprit—why must we suffer first?" the Purple Ancestor protested.

"Has East Kunlun not suffered enough? Fang Lie still grows stronger. Their true calamity awaits!" the Blue Ancestor countered. "Contact Mo Qianxun now! Any delay risks our descendants’ extinction!"

Cursing, the Purple Ancestor produced a bronze mirror—a communication treasure reserved for Semi-Immortals of top sects.

After performing a secret technique, the mirror illuminated to reveal Mo Qianxun’s smug face. His sly grin stoked the Ancestors’ wrath.

Unperturbed, Mo Qianxun drawled, "Ah! The Ximen family’s Semi-Immortals! To what do I owe this… honor?"

"Order Fang Lie to halt his slaughter!" the Blue Ancestor snapped.

"Hmm. I’ll conduct a thorough investigation. Three to five years should suffice for answers," Mo Qianxun declared solemnly.

The Ancestors nearly choked. Three hours—let alone years—would leave the Ximen clan’s territories in ruins.

"Cease your games, Mo Qianxun!" roared the Purple Ancestor. "Stop Fang Lie, or we’ll bring trouble to your Mo Sect!"

"Threatening me?" Mo Qianxun scoffed. "Come! My doors stand open!"

The Ancestors seethed. Unlike the Ximen clan’s fragile defenses, the Mo Sect headquarters boasted impregnable fortifications. Even ten Semi-Immortals would perish instantly there. The Wisdom Token alone could deploy the Mechanical City, annihilating all within a million-mile radius.

Defeated, the Blue Ancestor pleaded, "We concede, Mo Qianxun! Just stop Fang Lie!"