Chapter 183
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Chapter 183: The Second Brother Appears
When the two followers witnessed Fang Lie’s ferocity, they finally recalled his dreadful combat history—this was the man who had once triumphed against over a dozen opponents!
Instantly losing all will to battle, the pair turned and fled.
Yet against Fang Lie’s Divine Phoenix Golden Wings, their speed proved pitifully slow.
Fang Lie easily overtook them, his blade piercing defenses before severing heads. Thus, master and servants all fell bleeding upon the long street.
After collecting their Sumeru Bags, Fang Lie remained unsatisfied. Seizing the third young master’s severed head, he roared with laughter and soared toward Purple Beard Villa.
Only when Fang Lie vanished did the street’s cultivators snap from their daze, exclaiming, "Is this youth attempting to defy the heavens?"
"First slaying the Little Tyrant, then executing the third young master! Marching straight to Purple Beard Villa with the head—this is open provocation!"
"Fang Lie of Mo Sect? Never heard this name before! Truly remarkable, worthy of being a super sect’s disciple!"
"Let’s witness the spectacle! I’d pay gold to see Purple Beard Master’s face when beholding his son’s head!"
"Agreed! That old miser’s grown insufferable—raising tributes yearly while his whelps extort us. Finally seeing his downfall will be sweet!"
"All together then!" the crowd chorused, soaring en masse after Fang Lie’s trail.
Though aware of the growing entourage, Fang Lie dismissed them as mere spectators. He halted before Purple Beard Villa’s perimeter—venturing deeper would activate the lethal protective array.
Hovering midair with hands clasped behind his back, he bellowed, "Purple Beard! You moldering old cur—show yourself!"
As he waited, Fang Lie surveyed the impressive estate spanning hundred li. The central structure particularly caught his eye—a thirteen-story Treasure Tower soaring two hundred zhang, constructed entirely from local specialty purple jade. Its pagoda-like form shimmered with violet radiance.
Chaos erupted within the villa. Gate guards gaped at Fang Lie as at a vengeful spirit, then wisely alerted their master rather than confronting this resurrected foe.
Soon Purple Beard Master stormed forth, wrath incarnate, trailed by a dozen retainers including a Purple Palace level cultivator—though this junior’s advancement appeared stunted, his potential exhausted.
The group halted hundred zhang away. Purple Beard Master scrutinized Fang Lie and gasped, "You! I killed you! How do you live?"
"Ha!" Fang Lie scoffed. "Foolish dotard! Your pathetic skills couldn’t kill a sick chicken, let alone me!"
"Vile brat!" Purple Beard Master’s aura flared crimson. "This time I’ll take you alive! My torture chambers will savor your screams!"
"Before that," Fang Lie grinned wolfishly, "does your hatred stem from your dead son?"
"Need you ask?" the master thundered.
"Then hate me deeper still!" Fang Lie hurled the concealed head forward. "Another whelp’s joined his brother!"
Purple Beard Master caught the grisly trophy. Recognizing his third son’s features, tears carved paths through his beard.
"WHY?" he shrieked, finger trembling accusingly. "What grudge drives you to slaughter my bloodline?"
"Blame your own incompetence," Fang Lie retorted coldly. "You bred worthless curs who robbed those beyond their strength. They chose death when targeting me. Any objections?"
"Alright, alright, alright," Purple Beard Master growled, his fury reaching its peak. "A mere Qi Sea realm brat dares provoke me? You think the Mo Sect’s shadow makes me cower? Today I’ll thoroughly discipline you!"
He raised his hand, releasing the black and white orbs that spiraled toward Fang Lie. Their cold Divine Light pulsed as they hurtled forward.
Having suffered their power before, Fang Lie knew resistance was futile. He simply tapped his forehead and roared, "The Great Unity Spell!"
A tiny butterfly emerged from between his brows, fluttering toward Purple Beard Master with deceptive speed. Though seeming leisurely, it reached its target in an eyeblink.
Focused on controlling the orbs to capture Fang Lie alive, the old cultivator initially dismissed the spectral insect. He conjured a hasty magic barrier – useless against the intangible creature.
Alarmed, Purple Beard Master summoned a top-grade fourth-tier purple jade Shield. Yet the phantom butterfly passed through this defense like moonlight through water, impossible to grasp like a monkey’s vain attempt to catch the moon’s reflection.
Abandoning the orbs, the master tried dodging. Too late – the butterfly pierced his forehead as he twisted aside.
Cold sweat drenched Purple Beard Master. No seasoned cultivator would permit unknown magic to strike their mind’s seat. He redirected the orbs with furious urgency, aiming to crush Fang Lie instantly.
Secret techniques often died with their casters. The twin orbs smashed straight down like falling mountains, pulverizing Fang Lie’s body without ceremony.
Yet the victor gained no respite. As Fang Lie perished, explosions erupted inside Purple Beard Master’s skull. Bystanders saw blood stream from his seven orifices while he howled like tormented spirit.
The master’s formidable Magic eventually restored him. Wiping crimson streaks from his face, he muttered hoarsely, "What cursed secret technique was that? Even I couldn’t block it!"
His retainers exchanged blank looks. "Useless worms!" Purple Beard Master barked. Releasing his divine sense, he scoured the battlefield personally.
No Spoils of War remained, just like last time. Multiple scans confirmed Fang Lie left nothing – not even ashes. The master finally understood previous accusations were unfounded, though his pride permitted no apology. With a contemptuous snort, he departed for Purple Beard Villa.
The crowd dispersed, buzzing with speculation. "Seeking death, wasn’t he?" one scoffed. "All that bluster, yet shattered in one strike!"
"Wait," another countered. "Last time he reformed within two hours. This lunatic’s clearly got tricks!"
Eager spectators settled in a tavern to await developments. Two hours later, instead of Fang Lie, they faced Purple Beard Master’s second son – a Golden Pool peak Cultivator nearing Purple Palace Master status.
The icy-eyed scoundrel stormed in with four guards. "Who knows Fang Lie’s origins?" he demanded, murder thick in his voice.
