Chapter 185
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Chapter 185: The Pitiful Deputy Leader
Purple Beard Master remained silent, glaring at his opponent with deathly stillness. Within his Purple Palace, violet energy churned violently as twin black-and-white metallic orbs flickered ominously, poised to strike.
The terrified Deputy Leader hastily backtracked, "Why wield a cleaver to slaughter poultry? This whelp isn’t worth your attention, Master! Allow me!"
With apparent anguish twisting his features – whether for Fang Lie or his own predicament – he surged forward.
Fang Lie smirked at the approaching deputy. "Eager for death? I’ll oblige! Ignite! Detonate!"
Crimson flames engulfed Fang Lie’s body as a magic tornado whirled above him, his spiraling power visibly straining containment.
Bystanders exchanged puzzled glances. "Is this lunatic crippling himself before battle? What’s the point of victory if he’s spent?"
The Deputy Leader blanched at Fang Lie’s suicidal gambit. "What grievance drives this madness? Why target me?"
Even as Purple Palace realm cultivator, he dared not underestimate this Qi Sea opponent who’d slain Golden Pool experts and challenged Purple Beard Master himself.
Ignoring the protests, Fang Lie pressed sword-fingers to his brow. "The Great Unity Spell!"
A shimmering seven-hued butterfly materialized, darting with impossible speed to plant itself on the Deputy Leader’s forehead despite frantic evasions.
Trembling, the deputy gulped spirit pills while reinforcing mental defenses, recalling Purple Beard Master’s earlier humiliation. Spectators watched intently, especially Purple Beard Master himself, scrutinizing for weaknesses.
Half-hour passed without effect. Noticing Fang Lie’s mocking grin, the Deputy Leader growled, "What trickery is this?"
"The Great Unity Spell," Fang Lie taunted. "An ancient Left Dao secret binding our fates. My death becomes yours – my wounds, your injuries."
"Then my injuries?" the deputy demanded.
Fang Lie chuckled darkly. "You bear all consequences. Perish, and I remain unscathed."
"Vile trick!" The deputy’s face purpled with rage. Now forced to protect his enemy, he faced impossible choice – betray Purple Beard Villa or share Fang Lie’s doom.
Purple Beard Master snorted derisively. "Left Dao secrets perished with them! Demonic sects hoard what remains. How would Mo Sect trash obtain such arts?"
"Courtesy of my sect’s generosity," Fang Lie retorted, grin widening.
"Nonsense! Such a high-level secret technique is practically equivalent to a sect’s signature Dao magic. How could any sect casually reward this to a mere Qi Sea cultivator?" Purple Beard Master sneered. "One must at least reach Immortal status to qualify for its cultivation!"
His words resonated with the crowd, who nodded in agreement. The Great Unity Spell’s power to instantly control higher-level experts made it too valuable. Major sects would never bestow such treasures upon low-ranking disciples.
If captured and subjected to soul-searching torture, weak disciples might leak the secret. Such techniques were strictly reserved for self-sufficient cultivators, not some Qi Sea level novice.
Fang Lie merely smiled without rebuttal. Drawing a sharp short sword, he abruptly stabbed his own thigh before the crowd. The blade pierced clean through his flesh, its bloody tip protruding from the opposite side.
Simultaneously, the Deputy Leader screamed and clutched his thigh – now bearing an identical wound matching Fang Lie’s in size, angle, and position.
Gasps filled the air as Fang Lie proved his claim. Grinning, he yanked the sword out and stabbed again. Having endured the three unyielding tortures, such minor injuries meant nothing to him.
The Deputy Leader wasn’t so resilient. Sweating profusely, he wailed, "Stop! You’ll kill me with this pain!"
"Death matters less than stupidity!" Fang Lie snapped. "Your life’s in my hands – get over here now!"
The Deputy Leader froze. Obeying meant betraying the feared Purple Beard Master. Defiance meant instant death from Fang Lie’s next strike.
As he hesitated, Purple Beard Master unleashed his black and white orbs. The treasures struck like lightning, shattering the Deputy Leader’s body in an explosive spray of blood before he could comprehend his master’s betrayal.
While others gaped at this ruthless display, Fang Lie had already anticipated the attack. He swooped to the corpse, seizing Sumeru Bags, ring, and hairpin treasures – all valuable spirit stone sources.
Purple Beard Master arrived too late, forced to watch his spoils of war get stolen. The pair’s coordination appeared seamless – one executing, the other looting.
"My thanks," Fang Lie taunted. "Killing him myself would’ve taken effort. You’re remarkably efficient!"
Purple Beard Master’s face twisted with rage. "You damned bastard!" he roared, directing his orbs towards Fang Lie.
At close range, neither spellcasting nor dodging was feasible. Yet Fang Lie stood calmly, wearing a mocking grin that gave Purple Beard Master pause. The cautious cultivator hastily recalled his orbs, blood trickling from his seven orifices from the abrupt magic withdrawal.
"Is…is the Great Unity Spell still active?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"Gone since my death," Fang Lie chuckled. "But knowing your cowardice, I bluffed. Congratulations, fool – how’s that magic backlash taste?"
"FANG LIE!!" Purple Beard Master’s complexion turned corpse-green. "This means WAR between us!"
