Chapter 482

Chapter 482: A Harsh Lesson

This time, the nine Soulfire Lances were not fired simultaneously but launched sequentially, forming straight alignment in the air before violently piercing the water screen!

This concentrated barrage possessed maximum penetrative force. Given Fang Lie’s current strength, he calculated it could puncture even a solid iron mountain.

Yet subsequent developments defied all expectations.

Upon entering the water screen, the nine Soulfire Lances instantly diminished in size. Originally measuring one zhang long with arm-thick shafts, they shrank to sewing needle proportions.

Moreover, their trajectories became erratic. Wriggling like serpents, they twisted aimlessly within the water screen until vanishing completely.

"This…" Fang Lie gaped momentarily before deducing, "Spatial divine skill?"

"What? Spatial divine skill? Since when does Bao Yushu possess spatial abilities? I thought Qi Sea cultivators couldn’t master such techniques!"

"Exactly! Why do these anomalies keep emerging? We believed Fang Lie was the sole Qi Sea cultivator with spatial skills, yet another appears instantly!"

"Challengers like these are all Heavenly Dao favored children. Such scoundrels inevitably possess exceptional willpower and Fate. Their fortuitous encounters shouldn’t surprise anyone!"

"Indeed! Wan Nianqing obtained a Ninth-Rank Great Demon’s corpse while Fang Lie boasts undying nature. Bao Yushu acquiring spatial divine skill seems trivial in comparison."

Observing Fang Lie’s failed assault, Bao Yushu swelled with confidence. Mistaking this as Fang Lie’s ultimate move, he crowed triumphantly:

"Think you’re special? I cultivated in Black Water River and discovered an ancient water demon’s pristine leg bone containing preserved marrow! Fusing it granted me the Black Water True Method’s spatial divine skill!"

"My Black Water’s mere mile-thick appearance deceives – its interior contains labyrinthine spatial distortions. Your lances weren’t neutralized but exhausted their Magic wandering this maze. They’d require Hundred Years to reach me! Can you sustain them that long?"

The audience inhaled sharply. This explained Bao Yushu’s confidence – spatial manipulation of such caliber proved formidable.

Ancient water demons rivaled Heavenly Immortals, crushing Semi-Immortals effortlessly. Their water-element mastery combined with spatial traps created inescapable prisons – drowning victims in distorted dimensions.

Though Bao Yushu inherited mere fragments without spatial shards or traps, this partial legacy remained extraordinary.

Spatial divine skills follow strict hierarchies:

Wind Tribulation Immortals craft storage pouches.

Fire Tribulation Immortals grasp basic spatial Dao magic.

Only Thunder Tribulation Immortals achieve combat-applicable spatial warping.

Breaching Bao Yushu’s defense required void-shattering force – a feat achievable solely by Semi-Immortals. While Thunder Tribulation Immortals could theoretically exhaust Bao Yushu’s Magic through sustained bombardment, Fire Tribulation Immortals wielding Eighth-rank Treasures remained impotent.

Hence Bao Yushu’s confidence in challenging Fang Lie.

Spectators murmured: "Incredible! Bao Yushu’s spatial skill makes him Thunder Tribulation-proof!"

"Fang Lie’s finished! No Qi Sea cultivator can breach such spatial distortions!"

"Finally witnessing Fang Lie’s downfall brings me joy!"

Not just Demonic Path cultivators reveled – neutral sects and even Righteous Cultivators wore smug expressions.

Only the Mo Sect members wore worried expressions, secretly dismayed. At this point, even they had lost confidence in Fang Lie!

No one believed Fang Lie still had any chance of victory. Even a Fire Tribulation Immortal going all-out couldn’t breach this defense – how could Fang Lie possibly break through without treasures?

Yet despite the overwhelming disadvantage, Fang Lie kept smiling calmly as if nothing mattered.

He grinned at Bao Yushu: "I can’t maintain Soulfire Lances for a hundred years, so what? Your turtle shell defense is worthless against me. Believe it or not, my next strike will touch you and end this wager!"

"What?" Bao Yushu roared. "Still boasting? Fine! Show me how you’ll break my Black Water True Method!"

"Who said I need to break it?" Fang Lie chuckled. "Our bet was about touching you, not breaking your divine skill. Why bother?"

Bao Yushu frowned. "Without breaking my technique, how could you reach me? Think I’ll walk out for you?"

"You’ll understand soon." Fang Lie raised his right hand. "I’m about to slap your face. Ready?"

Bao Yushu sneered, thrusting his cheek forward. "Here’s my face! Dare to strike?"

"HAH!" Fang Lie laughed. "Since you insist!"

His palm arced through air with golden light – no other signs. Yet everyone heard a loud SMACK. Bao Yushu spun full circle under Black Water True Method’s protection.

When he stopped, a perfect handprint glowed on his cheek matching Fang Lie’s palm. Blood trickled from his lip, but he stood frozen until touching the mark. "Impossible! How?"

The crowd erupted.

"Heavens! The defense wasn’t breached!"

"What divine skill is this? Spatial techniques remained intact!"

"Beyond spatial mysteries… could it be time manipulation? Or Law of Cause and Effect?"

"Not time-related. Must be causality! But even Semi-Immortals struggle with that!"

Amid the chaos, Fang Lie calmly asked: "Well? Do you yield?"

Bao Yushu paled. Surrender meant death in this arena battle. "Cheater!" he screamed desperately. "No proof! My defense stands – kill me if you dare!"

The crowd scoffed at his shamelessness. Even fellow Demonic Path cultivators winced.

Bao Yushu gambled – Fang Lie’s slap felt weak. Maybe this strange skill had precision but no power. With his water-tempered body, perhaps he could survive…

Fang Lie coldly smiled. "Typical Demonic Path trickery. Think this saves you?"

Nine Fang Lies simultaneously raised hands.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! Nine slaps pummeled Bao Yushu’s left cheek into swollen deformity. Nine more blows battered the right side.

Still Fang Lie continued – left, right, left again. Nine clones slapped relentlessly. Bao Yushu spun like top, face ballooning grotesquely, reduced to humiliated wreck.