Chapter 172
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Chapter 172: Bloody Massacre
Two hours later, Fang Lie reappeared full of energy in the bathroom. The moment he stepped out, he sensed something wrong—the air reeked of blood and faint wind noises echoed strangely.
Fang Lie frowned. How could wind exist inside a sealed room?
Pushing the bathroom door open, he froze at the sight. The luxurious suite lay in ruins—walls half-crumbled, floorboards torn open to reveal carnage below, and a gaping hole at the rear framing ocean waves. Only the innermost bathroom remained intact.
Venturing into the corridor revealed greater devastation. Shattered walls and furniture littered the passageway alongside mutilated corpses—mostly passengers with scattered crew members. All Sumeru Bags and precious robes had been stripped away.
Scratching his head, Fang Lie muttered, "This wasn’t here when I died…"
Noises from below caught his attention. Without hesitation, he leapt through a floor hole and crashed into a Golden Pool realm cultivator looting corpses.
"You’re supposed to be dead!" the man shrieked, recoiling.
Fang Lie responded by activating the Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl. The artifact expanded, trapping the cultivator within. Peering into the bowl, he saw the miniature prisoner bound by Buddhist light chains.
"Explain," Fang Lie demanded.
The captive trembled. "After your stunt, clever passengers fled. Our captain couldn’t return to the Organization, so he unleashed the treasure ship’s restrictions to kill everyone and steal their Spoils of War!"
"Mercy, VIP Sir!" the man begged.
Fang Lie sneered. "Black market scoundrels drenched in blood? Your karma reeks of grievances!" A palm slap triggered the bowl’s formation—Buddhist light blades diced the captive instantly.
Eight Sumeru Bags clattered to the floor. Fury ignited Fang Lie’s heart. His exposure had doomed these passengers. Guilt transformed into burning resolve—he’d purge every last crew member.
Within minutes, four Golden Pool realm cultivators fell to his Seven Treasures Vajra Mace. Drug-enhanced weaklings with third rank treasures and pitiful Golden Pool Qi Seas under 200 meters stood no chance—each died in single strikes.
However, Fang Lie soon encountered a formidable opponent—the very Purple Palace Steward who had slain him previously.
The steward now bore heavy injuries. Half his body radiated an unnatural green hue, with blisters bubbling across his skin and emitting a vile stench, clear signs of potent poisoning.
A gaping wound on his right leg still burned with stubborn azure flames that refused to extinguish.
Upon spotting Fang Lie, the steward gaped in disbelief. "Damnation! You should be dead!"
"How’s that possible?" Fang Lie chuckled. "With your meager skills killing me? Are you daydreaming?"
"Vile cur!" The steward roared, veins bulging. "I refuse to accept your undying nature!"
As he spoke, the steward theatrically raised his arm as if summoning his signature dragon-shaped qi force.
Fang Lie instantly activated the Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl’s protection. The Buddhist light flared just as a thunderous impact struck—a pitch-black Flying Sword materialized mid-air.
"Hah!" Fang Lie barked laughter. "Same trick twice? After being fooled last time, you think I’d forget?"
This hidden blade had ended him previously. Having learned his lesson, Fang Lie had specifically prepared for this ambush. His vigilance proved justified.
"Curses!" The steward’s face purpled with rage. "Help! There’s a living bastard here!"
Instead of advancing, the injured man scrambled backward in retreat.
Fang Lie instantly recognized the steward’s critical condition—only mortal fear would make a Purple Palace expert flee like a cornered rat.
Never one for chivalry against weakened foes, Fang Lie activated both Explosion Qi Technique and Blood Ignition Technique without hesitation. His magic surged twentyfold as he summoned his ultimate treasure—the Chifeng Sword.
A colossal Sword Energy erupted, carrying phantom images of countless crimson peaks as it cleaved toward the fleeing steward’s spine.
Terror shattered the steward’s soul. Seventy percent of his magic was suppressing lethal injuries, and all defensive treasures lay destroyed. His only remaining weapon—a Fourth-Rank Flying Sword meant for ambushes—was pathetically inadequate.
The steward desperately parried with his inferior blade. A crisp snap echoed as the Chifeng Sword effortlessly batted aside the weapon, its unstoppable energy bisecting the steward mid-stride.
"Hmph." Fang Lie glared at the twitching halves. "Still arrogant now, dog?"
He collected the poison-stained Sumeru Bags without touching them, teleporting them directly to the Reincarnation Space.
Instantly, Old Bird’s irate voice thundered: "You reckless whelp! This is the Divine Phoenix Nirvana’s sanctum, not a garbage dump for broken toys!"
"Bird Bro! Bird Bro!" Fang Lie placated, "My apologies! Busy slaughtering enemies here."
"Never again!" Old Bird huffed before falling silent.
As they conversed, several figures arrived, drawn by the steward’s final shout. Their jaws dropped upon seeing the supposedly deceased Fang Lie.
"Wasn’t he dead?"
"I witnessed Fourth Stewardess slay him myself!"
"Ghost! He must be a vengeful spirit!"
Fang Lie didn’t dignify their panic with explanations. A casual wave sent Chifeng Sword’s energy shredding through the Golden Pool realm cultivators.
Methodically, Fang Lie cleared each deck from bottom to top—slaying a dozen Golden Pool realm cultivators and two more Purple Palace Stewards. All bore grievous wounds from prior battles, making them easy prey.
The treasure ship’s crew had paid dearly. Qi Sea realm sailors lay slaughtered everywhere. Over a dozen Golden Pool experts and three Purple Palace Stewards—including Raynor—were confirmed dead. With Fang Lie’s latest kills, all Purple Palace forces were eliminated.
Yet Fang Lie remained vigilant. The strongest foe—the Nascent Soul True Immortal—remained unaccounted for. Logic dictated he awaited atop the seventh level.
