Chapter 92
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Chapter 92: One Strike to End
The White Horse Silver Spear Little Overlord was no mere boast. His complete set of treasures worked seamlessly together when activated, merging into a layer of Divine Light as though possessed by a deity.
This Divine Light rivaled third-tier magical items in defense. Capable of offense and defense with unmatched speed, a single shake unleashed countless spear beams. Even cultivators who had Advanced in the Golden Pool stood no chance against him.
This was why the Little Tyrant dominated the outer gate unchallenged, scoffing at Fang Lie’s sudden rise as a supposed expert.
Having heard Fang Lie was hailed as Mo Sect’s top martial artist in hand-to-hand combat, the Little Overlord secretly vowed to crush him in close-quarters battle to prove his superiority.
Thus, he abandoned ranged attacks entirely, charging at Fang Lie with his treasures blazing, determined to clash head-on.
Yet Fang Lie merely snorted coldly at the Little Overlord’s fierce assault, utterly unfazed.
Only when the attack nearly grazed his face did Fang Lie part his lips, exhaling a crimson flame!
The flame instantly coalesced into a ten-foot spear oozing molten magma-like fire.
The bizarre fiery spear radiated terrifying Spiritual Pressure, akin to a ruthless divine weapon steeped in slaughter.
With a piercing shriek, it tore through the air, striking the unprepared Little Overlord.
The flaming spear shattered his Divine Light shield effortlessly before slamming into his chest.
A deafening explosion engulfed the Little Tyrant in a fireball, hurling him backward.
His silver armor shattered, spear sent flying, white horse reduced to scattered debris.
Though his top-grade second-tier treasures spared him severe Injuries, the Little Overlord’s eyebrows and hair were incinerated, his face blackened like a singed monkey.
Crashing down dozens of yards away, he writhed screaming as his exposed skin glowed crimson, flames seemingly burning beneath.
The Mo Sect Higher-ups gaped. The Referee froze. Tens of thousands of spectators stared in disbelief.
This was the Little Tyrant—a top-three outer gate Cultivator—defeated by Fang Lie’s single breath?
The Referee finally snapped into action, halting the match and activating the protective array to cast the Great Rain Blessing Spell.
This Fourth or Fifth Rank Dao magic proved nearly as potent as Fang Lie’s Nirvana Healing Technique. As healing mist enveloped him, the Little Overlord’s screams subsided and his burns faded.
Staggering upright, his former arrogance replaced by terror, he stammered, "W-what Dao magic was that?"
"Guess." Fang Lie grinned.
"Curse you!" The Little Tyrant stomped, tears streaking his soot-covered face. "I yield today! But this isn’t over—mark my words!"
He fled the Arena, abandoning his broken silver spear and horse fragments.
Humiliation burned hotter than Fang Lie’s flames—he’d vowed to trample his foe, only to be toppled instantly.
Fang Lie dismissed the threat with a sneer, turning to the Referee. "My victory?"
"Y-yes! Return tomorrow for your next match!"
As Fang Lie departed, the crowd erupted in fervent whispers.
"What kind of Dao magic was that? Such terrifying power!"
"No idea. Never heard of it. A flaming spear spat from the mouth—definitely not a treasure. More like some personal divine skill!"
"Divine skill? Isn’t that something only rare Talents receive as Heavenly Dao rewards when Advancing in the Golden Pool? Fang Lie’s just at the Qi Sea realm!"
"Who knows? That kid’s Mo Ancestor’s distant heir after all. The Cycle of Fire’s shrouded in mystery—even if it gave him piles of Miraculous Spirit Pills and supreme treasures, I wouldn’t blink!"
"Makes sense~" The crowd nodded, crediting Fang Lie’s fortune to the Cycle of Fire again.
But the Thunder Tribulation Immortals on the Ascending Immortal Tower’s first floor disagreed.
Mo Qianxun furrowed his brows. "Strange. That flame spear resembles a legendary divine skill… Soulfire Lance, wasn’t it?"
"Soulfire Lance?" An elderly Thunder Tribulation Immortal gasped. "The sect once had a Ninth-Rank Puppet Soldier called Ancient Heroic Soul. Soulfire Lance was his unique technique—taught only to those he approved!"
Mo Qianxun’s cheek twitched. He glared around. "Ancient Heroic Soul’s been sealed for millennia, useless to anyone. Even I nearly forgot him. How did that brat Fang Lie know? Don’t tell me none of you were involved!"
The immortals exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, one admitted, "Clan Leader… our juniors persuaded the Chi family to sell Ancient Heroic Soul to Fang Lie."
Mo Qianxun recognized the speaker—Head of the Bai Family. Though the Mo Sect boasted Eight-Hundred-Generation Families, five great family clans had dominated since antiquity: Mo, Lan, Bai, Zi, and Qing. The Mo family, descendants of Mo Ancestor, held highest position, producing every Clan Leader. The other four clans, each with Thunder Tribulation Immortals every generation, formed massive factions second only to Mo.
This Bai family head’s favored heir was the white-clad boy humiliated by Fang Lie. After suffering unprecedented disgrace, the youth raged at home. Elders currying favor revealed Ancient Heroic Soul’s existence, leading to Fang Lie’s deception.
Mo Qianxun’s head spun. "I told you to hinder Fang Lie from entering the inner gate, not help him! If he subdues that freakish Ancient Heroic Soul, who can stop him? Third-tier magical items are mere snacks—do you grasp nothing?!"
The handsome Middle-aged Human Immortal protested, "Ancient Heroic Soul demands blood essence tributes! After millennia sealed, his needs are oceanic—even united, we couldn’t sustain him!"
"But Fang Lie’s different!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "He uses Explosion Qi Technique like child’s play! Self-mutilates yet heals instantly—clearly has body-restoring Dao magic or treasures! He fears no injury, meaning endless blood essence! Giving him Ancient Heroic Soul is delivering charcoal in snow!"
"Old Bai, you blundered hard. With Ancient Heroic Soul, Fang Lie’s unstoppable in this competition!"
"Exactly! I gave my grandson’s third-tier magical item to block Fang Lie, yet you hand him a slaughtering tool?!"
"Old Bai—being ‘Bai’ doesn’t mean acting brainless! You’re mocking us!"
The red-faced Bai family head endured the ridicule. "Elders, I erred. My apologies."
"Apologies won’t stop Fang Lie! Fix your mess!" others jeered. Even Mo Qianxun’s glare demanded solutions.
Defeated, the Bai family head muttered, "Fine… I’ll handle it," before fleeing shamefully.
Meanwhile, Fang Lie reunited with Ice and Fire Poison Dragon post-Arena, heading home. En route, he recounted his ordeal—the deception, the fortuitous outcome, the tale riveting his four companions.
Indeed, Fang Lie’s ordeal had been harrowing. Barely earning Ancient Heroic Soul’s acknowledgment, he’d spent three days/nights replenishing blood essence, nearly dying of exhaustion—only to find himself trapped in a cave afterward!
