Chapter 633

Chapter 633: The Challenge for Heads

After 25 years of arduous cultivation, Fang Lie’s Magic had advanced dramatically. His Qi Sea expanded from twenty thousand li to sixty thousand li, making his total Magic capacity nearly a hundred times greater.

The Qi Sea resembles a fixed disc—as its area increases, its thickness grows proportionally, causing its volume (and thus Magic reserves) to multiply exponentially. This explains why expanding the Qi Sea becomes increasingly difficult. Even minor expansions at Fang Lie’s current level resulted in massive Magic gains.

His divine skills grew correspondingly stronger. The Void Space Annihilation Slash, once requiring desperate effort to execute slowly, now consumed merely eighty percent of his Magic while unleashing indescribable destructive power.

When Fang Lie activated it, dozens of golden light sources suddenly appeared like scattered suns. As people’s vision cleared, they gaped in shock—dozens of Formation core eyes and their Treasure Towers had vanished, replaced by hundred-zhang-wide void rifts sucking in earth and debris.

Though Heavenly Dao laws worked to repair the rifts, the process crawled. These spatial tears would linger for half an hour at least, devouring countless objects meanwhile.

Standing atop each rift was a flamboyant youth with golden-silver eyes and feathered wings, resembling a celestial being.

With all protective array cores destroyed, the town’s defenses collapsed instantly. Local cultivators stood frozen in shock until a Wind Tribulation Immortal rushed forward, jabbing his finger at one Fang Lie clone: "Mad brat! This is Ximen territory! You dare cause trouble here?"

"Wrong!" The clone grinned. "I came to humiliate you. Yet you still charge out blindly? You’re the suicidal fool here!"

Fang Lie flicked his wrist, releasing a Fire Bird that streaked like lightning through the man’s chest. Though sparrow-sized, it shredded multiple defensive barriers like paper. The cultivator burst into human-shaped flames, crumbling to ash within breaths.

This display cowed potential challengers. The victim had been the town’s nominal leader—a Ximen family genius with five-thousand-li Qi Sea and late Wind Tribulation cultivation, comparable to weaker Fire Tribulation Immortals. Yet a single clone obliterated him effortlessly.

Terrified townsfolk barely breathed until the true guardian emerged—a gaunt Fire Tribulation Immortal radiating crimson aura, clearly mid-to-late stage.

"Mo Sect’s Fang Lie?" The Elder recognized the distinctive figure, paling. "Why attack us? The Ximen clan bears you no grudge!"

"Attack?" Fang Lie barked laughter. "My Fang Family acts with honor! Your deadbeat father Ximen Qingdong seized my Flying Boat and killed me for merely passing through! Now I return the favor!"

The Elder’s face drained color. Fang Lie—Celestial Platform Competition champion, rumored Thunder Tribulation-level fighter, undying menace—targeting him over paternal folly? Internally cursing his father’s idiocy, he feigned confusion: "Perhaps misunderstanding? Let me consult…"

"Save it!" Fang Lie interrupted. "I prefer repaying violence with violence. Since the old turtle hides in his clan’s shell, I’ll take his whelp’s head as my challenge letter!"

"Bastard! You claim righteousness yet bully the weak?"

"Your father started this game of crushing weaker opponents." Fang Lie’s smile turned feral. "Blame him when your head rolls."

Enraged, the Elder unleashed golden light projectiles before fleeing at full speed—only to have a roadside clone smack him down with unavoidable Past King Fist. The punch launched him through a tavern roof, leaving him dazed.

His final sight: another clone seated calmly in the tavern, casually beheading him.

The clone tossed the severed head to a Ximen clansman marked by the Small Sword emblem. "Deliver this to Ximen Qingdong. Tell him I’ll play his game until oceans dry and mountains crumble. First to yield is a motherless coward!"

After slapping the messenger airborne, remaining clones roared: "Clear out! I’m looting and burning! Anyone remaining in incense-stick time dies!"

The exodus finished faster than expected—within tea-brewing time, only Fang Lie and his clones occupied the terror-stricken town. His obliteration of formation cores and execution of a Fire Tribulation Elder had proven more intimidating than anticipated.