Chapter 127
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Chapter 127: Counterattack Chase
After castrating that bastard, Fang Lie didn’t hesitate. He snapped his wings open and shot skyward like a streak of light!
The suddenness of the act left everyone unprepared. Fang Lie easily broke through their encirclement, soaring high above.
Though his wounds had begun closing, the dark aura clinging to his face remained, twisting his features into something monstrous.
"Wait here. In two hours, I’ll slaughter every last one of you!" Fang Lie snarled.
With a powerful beat of his wings, he streaked into the distance, disappearing into the emerald mountains.
Bai First Young Master and the others stood frozen, struggling to process what had just happened.
After a long moment, Bai First Young Master jolted back to awareness, roaring, "Damn it! How did this happen?!"
The others exchanged bewildered glances. The Thousand Souls’ Funeral wasn’t a trivial technique—even Purple Palace Masters died instantly when struck. How could a mere Qi Sea realm cultivator survive, let alone counterattack?
The answer lay in sheer luck. Bai First Young Master’s fatal mistake had been removing the two Short Swords.
These blades served as anchors for vengeful spirits and sources of Corpse Poison. Left embedded, they would’ve continuously corroded Fang Lie’s body with hatred and toxins. Even his Healing Art proved useless against the spiritual corruption, leaving him to await death.
But their removal changed everything. Within Fang Lie’s Qi Sea, the projection of the Nirvana fire nascent fetus—though merely a shadow—possessed rudimentary Wisdom. Sensing the invasion, it unleashed Nirvana fire to purge nearby hatred and poison.
With the constant flow of toxins severed, the Nirvana fire gradually overwhelmed the remaining corruption. Regaining movement just as his tormentor prepared to humiliate him further, Fang Lie struck without mercy.
Now carrying residual hatred and poison, Fang Lie retained less than ten percent of his combat strength. Stubborn but not foolish, he fled to regroup. The Secret Realm remained open for a month—plenty of time for vengeance once the Healing Art restored him in two hours.
His escape plunged the others into terror. Unlike Fang Lie with his undying nature, they remained mortal. Memories of his overwhelming combat power during the Outer Sect Competition and unkillable constitution turned their spines to ice.
Blue Butterfly Dress trembled violently, clutching Bai First Young Master’s sleeve. "What do we do? He’ll heal and come back! We’re doomed!"
A sharp slap cracked across her face.
"Was this your doing, traitor?" Bai First Young Master thundered, face contorted. "How else could he survive?!"
The woman stared at her once-beloved, now unrecognizable. A lackey intervened hastily: "Young Master, she succeeded in planting the Thousand Souls’ Funeral. We all saw Fang Lie immobilized earlier—this isn’t her fault!"
"But why did Fang Lie suddenly move again?" Bai First Young Master demanded furiously.
"It might be because the Short Swords were removed," the Cultivator replied with a bitter laugh. "We forgot Fang Lie’s terrifying ability to restore his body. The Thousand Souls’ Funeral inside him endlessly damaged his flesh, countering his healing—that’s why it didn’t kill him! Removing the swords cut off the source of Hatred and Corpse Poison, so nothing could suppress his recovery anymore!"
"Damn you! Why didn’t you mention this sooner?!" Bai First Young Master roared, backhanding the man so hard he crashed into a tree, snapping its trunk.
When the Cultivator staggered up, his face was mangled, eyes bulging. He didn’t utter a Heart-wrenching Scream, silently swallowing spirit pills instead. Inside, he seethed: *This fool gave the wrong order, yet blames me? If not for my family’s orders, I’d never serve such a tyrant!*
Regaining composure, Bai First Young Master hissed, "Everyone, we’re in grave danger. Fang Lie never forgets vengeance. When he returns, he’ll slaughter us all. We must retreat and hide."
The group gasped. One dared ask, "Young Master, your cultivation surpasses his. Can’t you defeat him?"
Bai First Young Master’s face darkened. "In direct combat, yes—but I lack his undying nature and infinite Magic. He’d overwhelm me by tanking Injuries and draining my Magic. Once my power depletes, I’m finished, while he just heals endlessly!"
"How… how is Fang Lie so overpowered?!"
"Idiots!" Bai First Young Master snapped. "He’s Mo Ancestor’s direct disciple—a candidate Token Lord of the Benevolence Token! How could he *not* be monstrous?"
The group paled. Mo Ancestor, founder of the Mo Sect, was a superpower whose shadow still loomed over the cultivation world. Even the current strongest—East Kunlun’s Sword God—was but an ant compared to him. A heir trained by such a figure? Of course he’d be unstoppable.
Regret choked them. Had they known Fang Lie’s true roots, they’d have sooner died than provoked him. The neutrals cursed inwardly—trusting Bai First Young Master had shackled them to an unkillable, endlessly growing foe.
"Young Master, what now?" someone quavered.
"We flee and ally with the other two sects," Bai First Young Master said coldly. "Three sects united can crush him. They’ll swear a Heart Demon Oath not to betray us afterward—or I’ll let Fang Lie slaughter them first!"
He soared away on his sword, opposite Fang Lie’s last known path. The others followed helplessly—trapped on this doomed ship, their only hope clinging to the tyrant they despised.
*
Two hours later, golden light blazed as Fang Lie landed, wrath burning in his restored body.
Surveying the abandoned site, he smirked. "Ran fast, rats. But you forgot my Earth Eye Divine Skill."
Touching his eyepatch, his left eye glowed gold. The patch dimmed the light but not the power—his vision pierced a thousand miles.
"Already beyond my range," he muttered. "But fleeing from me means you’ll run *farther*. Your path is clear."
With a vicious grin, Fang Lie shot toward their inevitable doom.
