Chapter 129
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Chapter 129: Fierce Battle with Bai First Young Master
"Fang Lie, you’ve won this round. I surrender!" Bai First Young Master declared through narrowed eyes.
As an elite nurtured by a great family clan, he understood when to yield during critical moments. Since defeating Fang Lie proved impossible, negotiation became the wisest choice – though he knew Fang Lie’s temperament would make peace difficult.
Yet Bai First Young Master remained calm. This situation differed from before, granting him confidence in persuasion.
Fang Lie showed no mercy, smirking coldly. "You’ve dealt with me before, Bai. You know I never spare offenders. Countless family disciples have bled to prove this. Do you fancy yourself exceptional?"
"I claim no special status," Bai First Young Master countered evenly, "but circumstances differ. We compete in the Secret Realm contest against two other major sects. Kill us, and how will you face their experts alone? Spare me, and I’ll obey your commands here. This concerns our sect’s interests, not personal grudges."
The others’ eyes lit up. Fang Lie’s famed integrity might ignore personal pleas, but sect honor could sway him. The Fang Family valued collective good over private matters.
They clamored:
"Let us aid you against rival sects!"
"As Mo Sect’s candidate Token ord, don’t prioritize personal vengeance!"
"The Fang Clan upholds righteousness! Don’t fail us now!"
Fang Lie barked a bitter laugh. "Hypocrites! You ambushed me first, yet lecture about collective good? I’m retaliating against your treachery!"
"We admit wrongdoing," Bai First Young Master pressed. "Give us redemption – for Mo Sect’s sake!"
"Secret Realm rules forgive all crimes here!" another pleaded.
"Prioritize sect honor! Make peace!"
"Never!" Fang Lie spat. "I’ll defend Mo Sect’s glory alone. Vermin like you deserve death!"
Bai First Young Master paled. He never imagined Fang Lie would risk fighting two sects alone rather than compromise.
"Would you tarnish Fang Family’s honor for personal vengeance?" he roared.
"Our honor needs no traitor’s concern," Fang Lie retorted icily. "I’ll crush both sects single-handedly. Now choose your death!"
"Enough!" Bai First Young Master’s composure shattered. "You think I fear you?"
"Then why resort to cheap tricks?" Fang Lie’s glare sent Blue Butterfly Dress trembling.
"My Qi Sea spans miles, my Magic dwarfs yours!" Bai First Young Master blustered. "You court destruction!"
"Correction," Fang Lie growled. "I’ll kill you."
"Very well!" Bai First Young Master activated his Sword Case. Twelve Fourth-Rank Cold Mountain swords emerged, forming a lethal Sword Formation.
To his allies he commanded: "Flee while I duel him!"
"Young Master!" they wept, touched by his apparent sacrifice.
"Go!" he insisted. "You’ll hinder me!"
Recognizing their inadequacy against Fourth-Rank Flying Swords, they dispersed mournfully:
"Stay safe, Young Master!"
"We’ll await you, Brother Bai!" Blue Butterfly Dress cried.
Fang Lie ignored the escapees, his entire focus locked on Bai First Young Master.
Although Fang Lie was confident he could eliminate his opponent, he remained cautious. Theory and reality differed greatly—what worked in theory often failed in actual combat.
Thus, Fang Lie intentionally released the remaining scoundrels, focusing entirely on battling Bai First Young Master.
Once alone, Bai First Young Master growled, "Fang Lie! Now it’s just us. Show me the might of Mo Ancestor’s successor! Taste my blade!"
He clasped his left hand behind his back while forming a sword gesture with his right, thrusting it toward Fang Lie.
The twelve Fourth-Rank Flying Swords above Bai First Young Master instantly transformed into icy currents, launching a vicious assault. Instead of direct strikes, they crisscrossed to seal Fang Lie’s escape routes.
Facing Fourth-tier Magical Items, Fang Lie couldn’t risk blocking. He snapped his Divine Phoenix Golden Wings, darting backward at full speed.
Bai First Young Master relentlessly manipulated the twelve hundred-foot-long frost streams, pursuing Fang Lie. Each carried bone-chilling cold capable of freezing third-tier magical items solid. Even a glancing hit would cripple someone of Fang Lie’s cultivation.
Fang Lie danced through the sky like a golden eagle, exploiting his wings’ divine speed to evade attacks through impossible aerial maneuvers. The twelve frost dragons constantly harried him yet always fell short, fueling Bai First Young Master’s mounting frustration.
As a top inner gate Talent, Bai First Young Master stood unmatched among peers. His Sword Formation effortlessly slaughtered Golden Pool realm cultivators. Yet his fatal flaw lay in speed—controlling twelve Flying Swords halved their velocity.
Had Bai First Young Master been an East Kunlun sword cultivator wielding a single blade, Fang Lie’s wings couldn’t have outpaced a Fourth-Rank Flying Sword. But with twelve slowed blades, Fang Lie stayed barely ahead.
The frost dragons adapted tactics, flanking and ambushing. One misstep would doom Fang Lie. Without countermeasures, evasion couldn’t last forever.
Ordinary third-tier weapons like Soulfire Lances or first-rank Roaring Sky Cannon shells proved useless against Fourth-tier treasures. The four remaining second-tier cannon shells offered scant relief.
Cornered, Fang Lie deployed his ultimate trump card—the Blood God Puppet, known as the Ancient Heroic Soul!
Luring the frost streams away to hinder Bai First Young Master’s control, Fang Lie suddenly unleashed the Ancient Heroic Soul.
The battle-ready puppet stood three zhang tall—a blood-drenched colossus of nightmares. It roared, releasing centuries of pent-up fury.
Bai First Young Master initially startled, then sneered, "A third-rank top-grade puppet? Even a fallen Ninth-Rank Puppet remains trash!" He directed a Sword Ray toward it.
Fang Lie smirked, watching calmly. Though degraded to third-rank, the Ancient Heroic Soul retained its essence as a former Ninth-Rank entity—no mere Fourth-Rank blade could vanquish it.
Sensing the insult, the intelligent puppet raged. It conjured two blazing Soulfire Lances and hurled them at the approaching frost currents.
