Chapter 181
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Chapter 181: Slaying the Tyrant
Though Liu Dingyi couldn’t fathom what Fang Lie had scheming in his gourd, he recognized Fang Lie wasn’t some death-seeking idiot. The youth clearly had hidden cards to act this boldly.
Without further delay, Liu Dingyi rushed into the nearly emptied shop and hastily gathered the remaining items. After giving Fang Lie a quick heads-up, he fled on his Flying Sword.
Fang Lie cared little about potential theft – the meager goods weren’t worth fretting over. Should Liu Dingyi break his Heart Demon Oath, the backlash would kill him within days. Fang Lie trusted this cruel certainty.
Alone on the street, Fang Lei stood waiting as neighboring shopkeepers clustered to gossip.
"Did you see? That lawless Little Tyrant finally got his comeuppance! Lost two lackeys and swore public humiliation!"
"Pah! That oath-breaker will retaliate for sure."
"Why didn’t that bold youth flee too? If fearing Purple Beard Master, why stay? If fearless, why release the Little Tyrant?"
"He claims to be Mo Sect’s Fang Lie. Since when does Mo Sect influence reach here?"
Their speculations ceased as over a dozen figures descended – the Little Tyrant leading Golden Pool realm enforcers, some nearing peak cultivation.
"You mangy cur!" The Little Tyrant roared. "Still here? I’ll skin you alive!" He gestured viciously. "Attack! Mind his Fourth-Rank Flying Sword!"
Treasures erupted in kaleidoscopic Divine Light as the Golden Pool cultivators struck. Fang Lie’s Divine Phoenix Golden Wings flared, evading the barrage. Though their treasures peaked at low fourth-tier, their combined Magic far surpassed his Qi Sea cultivation.
But in aerial agility, Fang Lie reigned supreme. Soaring seaward, he taunted: "Knew you’d break your vow, coward! Bring your nursemaids – I’ll slaughter them all! Chase me or suckle your mother!"
Enraged, the Little Tyrant led the charge across open waters.
"Explosive Qi! Bloodburn!" Fang Lie bellowed. Crimson flames engulfed him as his Magic skyrocketed twentyfold, Spiritual Pressure eclipsing even peak Golden Pool experts.
Transformed into winged terror, Fang Lie became death incarnate. Before opponents could blink, his top-grade fourth-tier Flying Sword flashed – one enforcer fell, third-tier treasures offering no resistance.
The poor child didn’t even get a clear look at Fang Lie’s figure before being slain by a sword strike. His head flew high into the air, face frozen in shock!
This marked only the beginning. Fang Lie’s ghostly form flickered through the crowd, each appearance claiming a life with a single sword stroke.
A dozen Golden Pool realm Cultivators fell before him – none could withstand even one strike. Within mere moments, all lay dead by Fang Lie’s blade.
After his Jade Pool cultivation, Fang Lie’s combat strength had transformed dramatically. By activating two self-harming secret techniques that boosted his power twentyfold and wielding a top-grade fourth-tier Flying Sword, his might now rivaled Purple Palace realm Cultivators.
These inferior Golden Pool Cultivators stood no chance – not even lasting a single match!
Fang Lie’s blinding speed and razor-sharp blade left no room for resistance.
The Little Tyrant stood dumbstruck. Never had he imagined Fang Lie’s terrifying velocity and lethal sword could exterminate his entire force so swiftly.
True fear gripped the Little Tyrant. Watching Fang Lie methodically collect Sumeru Bags and treasures from corpses, a bone-chilling dread crawled up his spine, making him tremble uncontrollably.
Fang Lie approached with blood-dripping Chifeng Divine Sword in hand, cold amusement twisting his features. "Little Tyrant," he sneered, "ever heard this saying? Heaven’s gate stands open, yet you choose the path to Hell. You’re precisely that brand of fool."
"Y-you can’t kill me!" The Little Tyrant’s voice quivered. "My father’s Purple Beard Master! He could crush you like an insect!"
"Perhaps," Fang Lie chuckled. "But his strength means nothing here. Today, I’m killing you."
"Murder me and he’ll hunt you down!"
"Really?" Fang Lie hefted his crimson blade. "Shall we test that theory?"
A thunderous voice suddenly boomed through divine sense: "Release my son or be torn limb from limb!"
The distant speaker’s cultivation level – at least Purple Palace Peak – would’ve given any Qi Sea Cultivator pause. Not Fang Lie.
"Purple Beard Master?" Fang Lie smirked. "Making threats?"
"State facts!" the voice snapped. "Harm one hair and I’ll rend you to shreds!"
Before the echo faded, Fang Lie’s sword flashed. The Little Tyrant’s severed hand thudded to the ground.
"AAAH!" The youth wailed, clutching his stump. "Father! My hand!"
"Wretched cur!" Purple Beard Master roared. "You dare?!"
"Threats disgust me," Fang Lie said coldly. "Forbid touching a finger? I took the whole hand. What now?"
"I abandon my closed-door training! Your death comes swiftly!"
The Purple Beard Master had been preparing to breach Nascent Soul level. His son’s distress talisman forced premature emergence.
Overconfidence had failed – his Purple Palace Peak cultivation threats only provoked the stubborn youth.
Hearing his father’s approach, the Little Tyrant regained bravado. "Flee now! His arrival means your doom!"
"Flee? Unnecessary." Fang Lie’s blade rose. "But fighting him’s troublesome. Best settle you first."
"NOOOO!" The scream ended abruptly as steel flashed. Fang Lie caught the falling head mid-air.
A purple-robed figure materialized in the distance. Witnessing his son’s fate, he howled: "MY BOY! YOU’LL PAY IN BLOOD!"
