Chapter 602

Chapter 602: Pitiful Immortal Kumo

Upon hearing this, Immortal Kumo’s face twisted in anger. "Fang Lie!" he roared. "We hold no grudge—why slander me? Though I walk the Demonic Path and conceal my identity, every Dao friend here knows my true origins! Your wild accusations mean nothing!"

Yan Hongxia and Wu Sheng nodded faintly before turning to Fang Lie.

Fang Lie sneered. "Spare me your empty words. You think anyone here truly knows your background? The Treasure Tower’s owner couldn’t lie even if he tried—not under Soul Search. You’re Zhu Xian’s true leader here, while he’s just your puppet!"

At the mention of Soul Search, Yan Hongxia and Wu Sheng stiffened, glaring at Immortal Kumo.

Both hailed from major sects, tasked with overseeing their sects’ interests here. Records showed Zhu Xian had killed countless elite disciples from their sects. If this man commanded Zhu Xian locally, he’d personally ordered those deaths.

Rage flashed between them as they exchanged glances, silently agreeing to corner him.

Immortal Kumo panicked. "Lies! I’ll swear by the heavens—if I serve Zhu Xian, may I—"

As he began his oath, Yan Hongxia and Wu Sheng wavered, wondering if Fang Lie erred. Their momentary doubt loosened their guard.

Seizing the chance, Immortal Kumo abruptly vanished in a burst of speed.

All being Fire Tribulation Immortals of equal strength, his sudden escape gave him the edge. By the time Yan Hongxia and Wu Sheng reacted, he’d already fled a hundred miles—such was the terrifying speed of their kind.

"Damn rat!" Yan Hongxia stamped her foot, face flushed. "Don’t let me catch you again!"

Wu Sheng clasped his hands. "Amitābha. This one won’t forget, Immortal Kumo."

Fang Lie snorted. "All bark, no bite. Useless, the both of you."

The insult stung. Had they not feared his power, they’d have attacked.

Yan Hongxia shot back, "Oh? Then capture him yourself!"

"What if I do?" Fang Lie grinned.

"Do it, and I’ll call you father every time we meet!"

Wu Sheng nearly choked.

Fang Lie recoiled. "Keep your filial piety! But mark my words—that fool’s not escaping."

Before they could retort, a disturbance erupted from Immortal Kumo’s escape path.

The fleeing immortal suddenly hurtled sideways as if slapped by an invisible hand, crashing through a chicken coop. He emerged covered in feathers and dung, drawing raucous laughter from bystanders.

A Fire Tribulation Immortal reduced to this! Normally, he’d have slaughtered the mockers, but survival came first. Without bothering to brush off filth, he fled anew—only to freeze at the sight of his attacker.

A winged youth hovered ahead, eyes blazing gold and silver. He looked exactly like Fang Lie.

Immortal Kumo was stunned and couldn’t believe his eyes. He had clearly escaped from Fang Lie, so how did this man block his path again? Puzzled, he glanced toward where the real Fang Lie should be—only to see another Fang Lie chatting with Yan Hongxia and Wu Sheng!

It finally struck Immortal Kumo: Fang Lie’s supreme divine skill, the clone technique, could summon dozens of clones matching his strength.

Alarmed, Immortal Kumo fled more cautiously, watching not just the two visible clones but also scanning for hidden ones. But this was a large town with buildings reinforced by Formation restrictions, all shielding divine sense to protect privacy. If Fang Lie hid, Immortal Kumo would never find him.

As he flew forward, a third Fang Lunged from a tavern window. Without a word, the clone swung its Arm and slapped Immortal Kumo hard.

The Buddhist secret technique, Past King Fist, was no joke. Even a Thunder Tribulation Immortal couldn’t evade it—let alone a mere Fire Tribulation Immortal. Though Immortal Kumo dodged sideways, it was futile.

*Crack!* The slap sent him flying. This time, he crashed into a brothel. When he scrambled out, a woman’s red pouch embroidered with mandarin ducks clung to his head. A thousand-year-old man fleeing with a lingerie accessory? Ridiculous.

Cultivators roared with laughter, the jeers unending. Such a spectacle hadn’t been seen in Hundred Years.

Immortal Kumo soon felt trapped in endless torment. Every escape route had a Fang Lie waiting to slap him down. After over a dozen strikes, he collapsed. Surrounded by clones, escape was impossible.

He plopped onto the street, snarling, "Fang Lie, you’ve gone too far!"

Before he finished, a dozen clones appeared and pummeled him senseless.

Fang Lie didn’t waste words on Zhu Xian scoundrels. Venting his rage came first.

Watching this, Yan Hongxia and Wu Sheng felt a pang of sympathy. As fellow Fire Tribulation Immortals, seeing a peer humiliated by a Junior was mortifying. Even hot-tempered Yan Hongxia dared not defy Fang Lie now.

Immortal Kumo was Zhu Xian’s elite, yet Fang Lie toyed with him. Terrifying!

Yan Hongxia suddenly remembered her vow: if Fang Lie captured Immortal Kumo, she’d call him "father" each time they met. Her face flushed. "I’ll spread the information!" she blurted, then fled.

Fang Lie sneered at Wu Sheng. "See? East Kunlun’s sect talks like wind, yet accuses *me* of tarnishing their name. Shameless!"

Wu Sheng stammered, "I’ll assist the Benefactor," and scurried off.

With a thought, Fang Lie’s clones sealed Immortal Kumo’s Magic and dragged him over.

This was no ordinary Fire Tribulation Immortal but Zhu Xian’s elite. Though Zhu Xian focused on Curse Techniques over combat strength, capturing him so easily showcased Fang Lie’s power.

But Fang Lie knew the truth: victory came from surprise. Immortal Kumo never expected clone ambushes. Each slap left Ever-Burning Soul Flame’s blood essence on him, draining Magic to suppress it. A dozen strikes crippled his resistance.

Had he been prepared, he might’ve escaped. Too late now.

Immortal Kumo glared hatefully. "Boy, Zhu Xian will make your end worse than mine!"