Chapter 140
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Chapter 140: Puhua’s Last Stand
"Unfair?" Fang Lie threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Unfair? Was it fair when three of you ganged up on me earlier?"
"That…" Puhua choked on his words.
Fang Lie pressed on coldly, "You wield two Fourth-tier Magical Items while I have none. Your cultivation surpasses mine by far. And you dare cry unfair? Ah! You mean it’s unfair that you’re bullying me, right?"
"Fang Lie!" Puhua bellowed, face flushing crimson. "Enough talk! Do you truly seek mutual destruction today?"
"Don’t flatter yourself." Fang Lie’s lips curled. "Since when does roadkill qualify to fight me? Face it – you’re finished!"
The battlefield clearly favored Fang Lie. By stalling time and letting the Blood God Puppet dismantle Puhua’s Fourth-tier treasures, victory was inevitable.
Fang Lie danced like a phantom while Puhua’s brute-force attacks resembled cannon fire against mosquitoes – devastating power wasted on empty air.
A feral snarl twisted Puhua’s childlike features. "Celebrate while you can! Since you block my escape…" He produced a golden prayer bead, "…DIE!"
The bead detonated mid-flight, unleashing a thirty-meter golden thunderbolt that stabbed at Fang Lie like divine judgment.
This was Great Thunder Sound Temple’s secret art – Fourth-tier Thunder Law sealed within disposable treasures for elite disciples. As their prized genius, Puhua carried multiple life-saving trinkets beyond his spent Buddhist light protections.
This particular thunderbolt addressed his fatal flaw: overwhelming might paired with sluggishness. Against Fang Lie’s evasive tactics, the auto-targeting golden lightning bridged the gap perfectly.
Caught unprepared, Fang Lie scrambled desperately. The thunder pursued relentlessly, poised to atomize him.
*Clang!*
The Soul-Settling Bell manifested – a ten-meter golden sentinel. Though merely a third-tier Buddhist treasure, its superior materials repelled the thunderbolt in showering sparks.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the bell’s surface as internal formations shattered. With a mournful chime, it retreated to Fang Lie’s Qi Sea – damaged beyond repair even by the Treasure Essence Technique.
Cold sweat drenched Fang Lie’s back. Without the bell’s sacrifice, he’d be ashes – eliminated from the Secret Realm fight despite his resurrection.
Recalling the Golden Eagle for defense, he retreated while taunting, "Impressive trick! But that’s your last gambit, isn’t it?"
"Lucky rat!" Puhua spat, face contorted. "I’ve more such treasures! Withdraw now and spare your life!"
"The Fang Family rule!" Fang Lie roared. "‘Smash through the South Wall – never retreat!’"
"THEN PERISH!" Another golden bead flew.
The second thunderbolt streaked true. Fang Lie, bereft of defenses, gritted his teeth and threw the Golden Eagle into its path.
Then, the golden lightning struck the Golden Eagle. With a thunderous boom, the majestic Golden Eagle shattered into countless metal fragments scattering through the air.
Though extraordinary, the Golden Eagle wasn’t defense-oriented. Under the Fourth-Rank Dao magic attack, it couldn’t withstand the assault.
Fang Lie grimaced as he watched his newly acquired high-grade treasure—worth millions—get obliterated. Having grown up poor, this was his first time using such a valuable item to shield himself, and his heart still couldn’t adjust to the loss.
When Puhua saw his attack fail again, he immediately hurled another prayer bead without hesitation, wasting no words.
A third Golden Thunderstorm, crackling with terrifying thunderous noise, roared toward Fang Lie.
This time, Fang Lie went all out, hurling both the Clear Wind Bright Moon Sword and the Roaring Sky Cannon at the deadly lightning.
The Clear Wind Bright Moon Sword had a slender blade, not built for durability. Though it unleashed a fierce Sword Ray, the blade shattered instantly, blocking less than a third of the lightning.
The Roaring Sky Cannon fared slightly better—crafted for bombardment, it was sturdier. Yet even this artifact was sent flying by the lightning, disappearing into the distance without breaking.
Still, the cannon intercepted sixty percent of the lightning’s power. Only one-tenth remained to strike Fang Lie.
Now truly desperate, Fang Lie had nearly exhausted his treasures. Only the Blood God Puppet remained, but he’d rather die than risk damaging such a priceless item.
With no alternatives, Fang Lie relentlessly fired Soulfire Lances to weaken the lightning’s power. Despite his efforts, a sliver of golden lightning struck him.
At the last instant, Fang Lie thrust his legs forward to meet the attack.
The explosion blasted him backward. Only his chest and head remained intact—his abdomen and legs had been vaporized.
All this damage came from less than one percent of the Golden Thunderstorm’s full power, demonstrating the terrifying might of Fourth-Rank Dao magic.
"Hahaha!" Puhua roared with laughter at Fang Lie’s pitiful state. "Fang Lie! No matter how cunning you are, you still fell to my tricks! Victory is mine!"
As Puhua laughed, a hated voice interrupted: "Done gloating? Start preparing your will!"
Puhua gaped, eyes bulging like copper bells. "Impossible!" he bellowed. "This can’t be happening!"
Before him, Fang Lie—with only a third of his body remaining—was regenerating visibly. Multicolored flames flickered over his wounds, healing him rapidly. Within a dozen breaths, Fang Lie stood whole again, bouncing energetically before the stunned monk.
Had Puhua not witnessed it himself, he’d never believe someone could survive with so little of their body intact—let alone fully recover moments later. Even legendary ancient healing treasures couldn’t match this absurd regeneration speed.
Finally understanding Bai First Young Master’s warnings, Puhua trembled before Fang Lie’s undying nature.
Pulling a Dao Robe from his Sumeru Bags, Fang Lie smirked. "Show me another prayer bead—don’t even need to throw it—and I’ll leave immediately. Deal?"
Though principled, Fang Lie wasn’t foolish. Without treasures, he’d stand no chance. Better retreat and confront his true enemies, East Kunlun.
Puhua’s face twisted bitterly. "You think Mighty Thunderbolt Prayer Beads grow on trees? I sweated blood to obtain three!"
"Hah!" Fang Lie crowed. "Knew they were rare—three to five at most!"
Sighing, Fang Lie shook his head. "Poor monk. One more bead and I’d have surrendered. My quarrel’s with East Kunlun, not you. But the heavens themselves deny you aid!"
