Chapter 182
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Chapter 182: Cutting Down the Third Brother Again
Purple Beard Master, having witnessed his son’s death firsthand, erupted in all-consuming rage. Without considering Fang Lie’s possible background, he hurled two spherical treasures – one black and white, each pigeon-egg sized yet bursting with terrifying power. The orbs spiraled around each other like lightning, reaching Fang Lie in an instant.
Fang Lie desperately summoned his Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl and the oddly named "Two Two Two" Pill Furnace, forming two layers of protection. He believed these top-grade fourth-tier defensive treasures could withstand any attack.
He was gravely mistaken. The twin orbs circled him once, their black and white Divine Lights intersecting like giant invisible millstones. Fang Lie’s body turned to pulp instantly, his defenses as useless as empty air.
After casually killing Fang Lie, Purple Beard Master flew over and cradled Little Tyrant’s severed head, tears streaming down his face as subordinates finally arrived.
"Investigate everything!" he roared. "Which family dared raise this killer? I’ll uproot them completely!"
As men scrambled to obey, others examined battle traces and Fang Lie’s remains. Soon came the report: "Master, the boy claimed to be Mo Sect’s Fang Lie. Conflict arose when Young Master visited Mo Fang Shop – Fang Lie killed two attendants first. Our Young Master retreated but returned with over a dozen Golden Pool realm fighters… all slaughtered."
Purple Beard Master inhaled sharply. "The Mo Sect…" All talk of uprooting vanished – the Mo Sect far beyond his reach.
Puzzled, he demanded: "But how? A mere Qi Sea realm boy slaughtering so many?"
"Witnesses say Fang Lie had wings granting inhuman speed," a subordinate explained. "With his top-grade fourth-tier Flying Sword, ordinary Golden Pool cultivators stood no chance."
"Find that sword!" Purple Beard Master barked. But sea searches proved fruitless.
"Who stole it?" he thundered. "And his Sumeru Bags? A major sect disciple with such treasures must have riches!"
The Golden Pool realm cultivators exchanged uneasy glances. Purple Beard Master’s face darkened – he wouldn’t lose both son and treasure. "Inspect all Sumeru Bags!"
Outrage followed. These cultivators only tolerated Purple Beard Master for access to Spiritual Veins, not true loyalty. Sumeru Bags held private possessions – this demand crossed all boundaries.
When several objected, the twin orbs annihilated them gruesomely. Others reluctantly surrendered their bags. Though no Flying Sword appeared, Purple Beard Master confiscated several fourth-tier treasures from the collections.
Everyone was seething with anger but didn’t dare speak up.
Unable to find Fang Lie’s treasures, Purple Beard Master cursed bitterly before returning to his closed-door training.
The remaining cultivators, disheartened, gathered their belongings and left together. If this place wouldn’t have them, another would!
And so, the sprawling Purple Beard Villa—once guarded by over fifty Golden Pool realm cultivators—lost most of its defenders. Only a dozen fiercely loyal to Purple Beard Master remained.
The master himself couldn’t care less about their departure.
With the Spiritual Veins under his control, recruiting new followers was no concern. The villa’s protective array could repel even a Wind Tribulation Immortal, making those Golden Pool cultivators expendable.
But Purple Beard Master would soon regret his arrogance. The villa’s combat power had plummeted, and Fang Lie—the thorn in his side—wasn’t truly dead.
After resurrecting via the Cycle of Fire, Fang Lie didn’t rush back. Instead, he frowned and asked, "Bird Bro, what were those black and white orbs? How could they obliterate me so easily? At my current strength, this is… incredible!"
"Hmm, I don’t know their exact name," replied Old Bird, "but judging by their trajectory and lethality, they’re definitely earth’s magnetic force treasures. The orbs represent opposing polarities—their interaction generates terrifying power. Even top-grade fifth-rank defensive treasures would struggle against them, let alone someone at your level."
"So they’re fifth-rank treasures?" Fang Lie gasped.
"Without doubt," said Old Bird. "Mid-grade at minimum, possibly top-grade. Far superior to that armor we seized."
"Perfect!" Fang Lie grinned. "The stronger they are, the better—they’ll be mine soon enough!"
Without delay, he activated the Cycle of Fire’s teleportation array, reappearing in Mo Fang Shop’s courtyard.
Finding everything undisturbed—no sign of Purple Beard Villa’s forces—Fang Lie relaxed. Hands clasped behind his back, he strolled out.
Stepping through the shop’s shattered doorway, he emerged onto the noon-bustling street. Dozens of cultivators haggled and browsed—until Fang Lie appeared.
Half the crowd froze mid-action. Then utter silence fell. Every eye locked onto the winged One-Eyed Dragon, faces slack with shock.
A clueless newcomer whispered, "Why’s everyone staring at that guy?"
"We watched Purple Beard Master vaporize him with black and white earth’s magnetic force orbs earlier," a shopkeeper muttered.
"Nonsense! No one survives top-grade fifth-rank treasures!"
The shopkeeper glared. "That’s. Why. We’re. Stunned."
Another bystander cut in: "We all saw it. Every last one of us."
The newcomer paled.
"You’re Fang Lie? My brother’s killer?" roared a voice.
A youth resembling Little Tyrant blocked Fang Lie’s path, two lackeys in tow.
Revulsion surged through Fang Lie—their karma reeked of bloodshed. "What’s your tie to Little Tyrant?" he coldly asked.
"I’m his Third Brother!" the man spat. "Think the Mo Sect protects you? You escaped my father, but not me!"
As he gestured to attack, Fang Lie moved.
The Chifeng Sword flashed like thunder. Before Third Brother’s arm finished rising, his head tumbled skyward.
The severed head’s face still wore its arrogant sneer—testament to Fang Lie’s lethal speed.
