Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Humiliated to Death

At this moment, Bao Yushu wished he could die. Being slapped repeatedly before tens of thousands was a humiliation beyond words.

He had tried to resist—his body swayed wildly to dodge, hands clutching his face to block the strikes. But it was futile. Even with both palms pressed tightly, those sharp slaps pierced through.

Each slap echoed in the hearts of the crowd. Every Demonic Path cultivator felt the sting of shared fate, while even compassionate Righteous Cultivators winced.

After dozens of strikes, Bao Yushu’s resolve shattered. He wept and roared, "Fang Lie! Even as a ghost, I’ll haunt you!" With that, he slammed his palm onto his forehead, crushing his celestial spirit and collapsing lifeless.

A Core Inner Gate Disciple of a major Demonic Path sect, driven to suicide by Fang Lie’s humiliation—a pitiful end!

The watching Demonic Path disciples trembled, dreading becoming the next Bao Yushu. Such shame seemed worse than death itself.

Only Fang Lie remained jubilant. "Pay up!" he crowed. "All you esteemed figures wouldn’t dare renege, would you?"

The Great Thunder Sound Temple Elders flushed crimson but complied. Their reputations outweighed mere wealth. Reluctantly, they handed over the owed spirit pearls.

Fang Lie’s haul grew: multiple Seventh-rank top-grade treasures, a Ninth-Rank Great Demon’s corpse, and eighteen million small spirit pearls—all gained with minimal effort.

Bystanders muttered enviously, "Are those Demonic Path sects insane? Provoking Fang Lie just to lose face and treasures?"

"They thought his short cultivation time meant weak skills. Instead, they kicked an iron board!"

"Who’d challenge him now? Even ‘invincible’ Bao Yushu killed himself!"

"What divine skill ignores spatial defenses? How can a Qi Sea cultivator wield such power?"

Suddenly, Bai Lian Chan Master from Great Thunder Sound Temple paled. "Benefactor Fang," he stammered, "was that… the Buddhist Past King Fist?"

Fang Lie grinned. "That’s the name!"

The crowd erupted. "One of Buddhism’s top three divine skills? The lost karmic arts—Past King Fist, Present Tathagata Fist, Future Buddha Fist!"

"Legends say only Past King Fist remained, last seen at Chongming Temple millennia ago!"

"Chongming Ancient Temple? The Man-Eating Demon Monk’s old den that Fang Lie destroyed? Now Great Thunder Sound Temple’s outer courtyard!"

"Did they acquire the skill too?"

All eyes turned to Bai Lian Chan Master. Other Buddhist disciples glared—if Great Thunder Sound Temple possessed it, they’d demand their share.

The elder trembled, realizing Fang Lie had looted the Secret Vault containing Past King Fist. During the temple’s purchase, he’d arrogantly vowed not to blame Fang Lie even without the vault. Now, he couldn’t protest without losing face.

Having traded a Thunder Sound Golden Bell only to be fooled by a junior, Bai Lian Chan Master choked on fury. With a blood spray, he collapsed.

Great Thunder Sound Temple disciples scrambled to revive their late-stage Thunder Tribulation elder.

After Bai Lian Chan Master regained consciousness, he uttered only two words – "We retreat!"

Without waiting for the arena battle to conclude, the Great Thunder Sound Temple contingent withdrew immediately. As they departed, numerous monks shot venomous glares at Fang Lie, their expressions resembling starving wolves eyeing prey.

The surrounding cultivators quickly grasped the situation. These extremely astute observers deduced the truth from Fang Lie obtaining the Past King Fist inheritance and Bai Lian Chan Master’s furious collapse – the Great Thunder Sound Temple had failed to secure their coveted secret technique, allowing Fang Lie to claim it instead. Such a devastating loss explained why their leader had fainted from rage.

Watching Bai Lian Chan Master collapse bloodied and unconscious, Fang Lie felt not an ounce of remorse. Instead, dark satisfaction filled him. He’d long despised these bald devils who sheltered the Man-Eating Demon Monk, causing countless innocent deaths. After that atrocity, they’d shamelessly forced him to trade Chongming Ancient Temple and the Bright Pearl through underhanded means.

Even after succeeding, they’d dispatched their Fire Tribulation Immortal disciple – disguised as ordinary cultivator – to ambush him in the Secret Realm using the Eighteen Arhats treasures. Only sheer luck had prevented Fang Lie’s demise through their repeated schemes. These bald devils deserved no mercy.

Though Fang Lie knew Great Thunder Sound Temple would retaliate, he cared not. Let them try whatever tricks they wished.

The commotion caused significant delay. Fang Lie frowned at the crowd. "Well? Are we fighting or not? Tens of thousands await!"

An Elder from Great Snow Mountain cleared his throat. "The day grows late. Let’s resume tomorrow!"

"Indeed!" others chimed in. "You’ve fought multiple rounds – we won’t exploit your fatigue!"

"As major sects, we should not take turns in fighting! Rest tonight, continue tomorrow!"

The stubborn old men’s flowery excuses fooled no one. Spectators jeered, "How much lower can they sink?"

"Terrified yet pretending concern? Their faces must be stone-carved!"

"Fight now! The sun still blazes!"

"Darkness matters not – we’ll light the sky ourselves!"

Fang Lie’s annoyance mirrored the crowd’s. Delay bred danger – these Demonic Path cultivators would surely plot mischief overnight. While confident in fair combat, he feared their dirty tricks.

"Fight now or forfeit!" Fang Lie barked. "Stop embarrassing yourselves!"

The elders flushed crimson. When Fang Lie stood firm, they began shoving responsibility onto rivals. All avoided volunteering disciples, until attention turned to East Kunlun’s awkward position – a righteous sect entangled with Demonic Path affairs.

The mob united against East Kunlun. Tianhezi, their Elder, stubbornly protected his disciples despite verbal assaults from dozens. But he underestimated Demonic Path shamelessness.

Seeing Tianhezi resist, the cultivators declared to Fang Lie: "East Kunlun’s next! If they refuse, don’t blame us!"

"Why should Demonic Path disciples die alone? Let East Kunlun lead for once!"

"East Kunlun claims to be swordcraft’s holy land, leader of righteous sects – yet hides behind Demonic Path factions? What disgrace!"