Chapter 130
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Chapter 130: The Blood God Shows Power
Two Soulfire Lances struck the hundred-foot-long white cold dragon in quick succession.
Like moths drawn to flame, the attacks exploded into faint sparks before vanishing completely. The cold dragon remained unharmed, continuing its ferocious charge toward the Ancient Heroic Soul with snapping jaws.
The Ancient Heroic Soul calmly sidestepped the assault and launched two more Soulfire Lances. Its movements defied logic—shifting left and right like weightless light, surpassing even Fang Lie’s agility.
Twelve cold dragons had failed to catch Fang Lie earlier. Now, a single dragon stood no chance against this spectral warrior. The Ancient Heroic Soul darted around its lumbering foe like a butterfly evading a hound, relentlessly bombarding it with fiery projectiles.
Bai First Young Master smirked, unfazed. "The Blood God Puppet’s nimble, I’ll grant that. But a third-tier puppet can’t overcome Fourth-Rank Flying Swords. If this is your best, Fang Lie, prepare to die here!"
Fang Lie snorted. "I move faster than you. Even if I can’t win, escaping’s easy. Could you stop me?"
The young master clenched his teeth. Fang Lie’s wings granted unmatched speed—no Golden Pool realm cultivator could match him. This very threat had forced Bai to orchestrate the ambush with Thousand Souls’ Funeral.
Regret gnawed at Bai. If only he hadn’t drawn that cursed treasure prematurely!
Suddenly, he felt weakening control over one of his twelve Flying Swords. Panic surged—a weapon’s obedience relied on its Soul Imprint and the unique spirit within his Magic. Normally, only complete depletion of his Magic or physical theft could sever this bond. Yet here, mid-battle, his imprint was dissolving!
The compromised sword belonged to the one under the Ancient Heroic Soul’s assault. Each Soulfire Lance left no physical damage but eroded the Soul Imprint. A dozen strikes had already destroyed a third of the imprint, rendering the blade as clumsy as a waterlogged bird.
Bai urgently recalled the faltering sword. "The puppet attacks Soul Imprints directly?!"
"Took you long enough!" Fang Lie taunted. "An Inner Elite Disciple missing this? Do the Mo Sect a favor and die quickly!"
"How? It’s just a third-tier puppet!"
"Third-tier now," Fang Lie retorted, "but originally a Ninth-Rank Puppet. Did you think it lacked special Dao magic? Without it, would I dare challenge East Kunlun’s masters?"
Though both used Soulfire Lances, the Ancient Heroic Soul’s strikes carried esoteric power. Fang Lie could mimic this using third eye blood, but only against third-tier magical items. The spectral warrior, however, could breach Fourth-tier Magical Items and even fifth-rank treasures.
Bai’s face paled. Had he known the Blood God Puppet possessed this soul-scouring ability, he’d never have provoked Fang Lie. Now, only bitter regret remained.
With the Blood God Puppet as his ultimate weapon, Fourth-tier Magical Items became useless against Fang Lie. A few dozen Soulfire Lances could destroy a treasure’s Soul Imprint, rendering it powerless – sometimes even becoming his Spoils of War.
Under these circumstances, Bai First Young Master stood no chance against Fang Lie.
He dared not fight anymore, knowing he’d just be handing over treasures if the battle continued!
Clenching his teeth, Bai First Young Master spat, "Fang Lie! Don’t celebrate yet! We’ll settle this later – I’ll make you regret everything!"
"Leave?" Fang Lie chuckled. "Where exactly would you flee, Young Master? With your snail’s pace, I’d catch you within fifteen minutes even if you got a hundred-mile head start!"
To Fang Lie, this arrogant young master was already dead meat – too weak to fight and too slow to escape. A cooked duck that couldn’t fly away!
But Bai First Young Master sneered, "You country bumpkin! You underestimate a great family clan’s resources. Did you really think you could stop me?"
Pulling an earthen divine symbol from his Sumeru Bags, he recalled his Flying Swords. "Grandpa’s done playing! See you next time!"
Yellow Divine Light enveloped him as he plunged underground, vanishing completely.
Fang Lie immediately activated his Earth Eye Divine Skill, but only caught a glimpse of fleeting light underground – escaping faster than he could react!
"Damned Thousand Mile Earth Escape Symbol!" Fang Lie cursed. "These great family clans have too much wealth! My cooked duck flew away after all!"
The Thousand Mile Earth Escape Symbol was a priceless disposable treasure. Activated, it let users tunnel ten thousand miles in fifteen minutes – matching a Thunder Tribulation Immortal’s speed. Current Fang Lie couldn’t hope to catch up.
Only Nascent Soul True Immortals could craft such symbols, requiring months of work and rare materials. Their disposable nature made them highly sought-after, prices soaring to millions of spirit stones.
Bai First Young Master had essentially thrown away a top Fourth-tier Magical Item. Even Fang Lie couldn’t afford such luxury – only great family clan heirs carried these.
Furious but helpless, Fang Lie turned his wrath on other escapees.
Only fifteen minutes had passed during their battle. The fleeing cultivators had barely covered two hundred miles, scattered across mountain ranges.
But Fang Lie’s Earth Eye Divine Skill revealed all five fugitives. His gaze locked onto Blue Butterfly Dress first – the woman who’d Deceived and Ambushed him, nearly destroying him. His hatred for her burned second only to Bai First Young Master.
Rage blazing, Fang Lie gave chase.
Within fifteen minutes, he intercepted Blue Butterfly Dress fleeing on white clouds.
Seeing her terror, Fang Lie mocked, "Run some more, little mouse!"
"Wah!" She collapsed weeping on the cloud. "Brother Fang Lie! Bai First Young Master forced me! He threatened my family! Please spare me! I’ll give you anything!"
She gazed up pitifully, body softening into submissive posture.
