Chapter 180
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Chapter 180: The Game Begins
Hearing that voice, Liu Dingyi shuddered violently, muttering, "Disaster’s coming! We’re in trouble now!"
"What’s happening?" Fang Lie frowned.
"Master Fang," Liu Dingyi explained nervously, "the newcomer is Purple Beard Master’s youngest son Wang Fengxue. Locals call him Little Tyrant – he constantly extorts money from shops. He must be broke again! He won’t leave without squeezing at least a hundred thousand from us this time!"
"Heh," Fang Lie sneered. "I was planning to deal with him later. This fool’s rushing to his death!"
"Ah!" Liu Dingyi paled. "Don’t provoke him, young master! This isn’t Mo Sect territory. Local bullies don’t care about your status!"
"Relax," Fang Lie chuckled, striding forward confidently.
Liu Dingyi trailed behind anxiously, thinking: ‘This reckless idiot actually challenged Little Tyrant! If he wants to die, fine – but why drag me down with him?’
Fang Lie hurried into the shop where three Golden Pool cultivators stood. The leader wore a third-rank Dao Robe adorned with expensive accessories – clearly a young master. Behind him hovered two fawning middle-aged Cultivators in black.
Spotting Fang Lie, the arrogant youth grinned. "Well! A winged freak! Let’s see those golden wings!" He reached for Fang Lie’s back.
Bad move.
CRACK! Fang Lie’s slap sent Little Tyrant crashing into his lackeys. The youth’s left cheek swelled grotesquely.
Liu Dingyi turned green. Despite warnings, Fang Lie had struck first! The shopkeeper’s eyes darted, seeking escape routes.
Spitting blood and molars, Little Tyrant shrieked: "You dare hit ME? Do you know who I am?"
"Why should I care?" Fang Lie retorted coldly. "I’ll slap any scoundrel I see."
"You bastard!" The enraged youth struggled against his restrainers.
"Wait, young master!" A lackey whispered urgently. "Anyone wandering Wanxing Sea at Qi Sea realm isn’t ordinary. He might have powerful backing!"
Gasping for control, Little Tyrant demanded: "Who. Are. You?"
"Fang Lie of Mo Sect!" The declaration echoed proudly. "Tremble before my name!"
"Mo Sect? Fang Lie?" Little Tyrant blinked, then exploded: "Tremble my ass! Mo Sect’s on the other side of the world! I could kill you here and face zero consequences! What makes you so cocky?!"
Bafflement mixed with rage. He’d expected some local major power’s disciple, not this distant sect’s member. Was this lunatic suicidal? Or had he simply encountered a madman?
"Hahaha~" Fang Lie laughed loudly. "Kid, remember this—we’re nothing alike. I, Fang Lie, depend on no family or sect. Everything I have, I earned myself! But you? Without your father Purple Beard Master, you’re worthless!"
"You… you…" The Little Tyrant sputtered with rage. "You know my father’s status, yet still dare strike me?"
"Exactly. I struck you," Fang Lie sneered.
"Damn you!" The Little Tyrant waved his arm wildly. "Kill him! I want him dead!"
"Yes!" The two lackeys charged forward, furious that some nobody dared challenge them. This time, they’d capture him without fail.
They attacked without drawing treasures, conjuring giant magic hands instead. As late Golden Pool realm cultivators, why use treasures against a mere Qi Sea realm ant? This should’ve been easy.
But Fang Lie was no ordinary target. Seeing their karma-stained auras, he recognized years of wicked deeds. Without hesitation, his Chifeng Sword flashed—two heads rolled before the lackeys realized he wielded a Fourth-tier Magical Item. Blood fountained from headless necks as bodies crumpled.
Liu Dingyi gaped. The Little Tyrant paled. Neither expected this seemingly mild man to kill so ruthlessly.
"You slaughtered my men?!" the Little Tyrant roared.
"Trash deserves burning," Fang Lie said cheerfully.
"Stay here if you’ve got guts! I’ll end you later!" The Little Tyrant turned to flee. Though stronger than his lackeys, he knew he’d lose. Better fetch his three formidable Brothers.
But Fang Lie materialized outside, blocking his escape. "Leaving so soon? Your minions await you in hell."
"You’d kill ME?!"
"Odd question." Fang Lie chuckled. "You tried killing me first. Two or three corpses—what’s the difference?"
"My father’s at Purple Palace Peak—a step from Nascent Soul level! Release me now, or face his wrath!"
"Young master," Liu Dingyi interjected, "perhaps let him go? If he promises—"
"Trust this snake?" Fang Lie snorted. "He’ll return with an army."
"Never!" The Little Tyrant raised a trembling hand. "I swear! Liu Dingyi, convince him!"
"Master Fang…"
"Fine." Fang Lie suddenly stepped aside. "Scram."
The Little Tyrant fled on his Flying Sword, but not before coveting the East Kunlun-crafted Chifeng Sword—a top-grade fourth-tier treasure beyond even his reach.
"We should flee," Liu Dingyi urged after the escape. "He’ll return."
"Finally showing sense." Fang Lie grinned. "Abandon the shop. Hide on nearby islands for a month."
"And you?"
"Me?" Fang Lie’s eyes glinted. "I’ll entertain Purple Beard Master’s whole family."
