Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Clash of Words

Though the Blue and Purple Ancestors desperately wanted to finish refining the rare eighth-rank Flying Boat, the worsening situation left them no time.

With Sword God unable to show his skills, allowing Fang Lie’s rampage would preserve the Ximen family clan’s core but doom countless spiritual sites and towns on their borders.

Having inherited treasures over millennia, the Ximen family clan hoarded spiritual riches – particularly spirit essence lands seized from conquered sects. Their holdings overflowed: snow-peak ironwood forests, Spiritual Fields, spirit springs, and rare spirit fish schools numbered in thousands across their territories.

Though individually modest, these combined resources generated forty percent of the clan’s spiritual items. Their total destruction would cripple the clan for millennia.

Neither Semi-Immortal had anticipated such devastation. Had they known Fang Lie’s destructive power, they’d have never stolen his treasures.

A single Ten-Thousand-Year Field outweighed any peak eighth-rank large treasure weapon. The Spirit Jade mines meant little to Ximen but rivaled Ninth-Rank Treasures for Mo Sect.

Fang Lie’s hours of destruction inflicted unbearable losses. Forced to compromise, the Ancestors conferred.

"Brother-in-law, assist us!" Purple Ancestor called. "Abandoning the refinement now risks backlash injuries!"

The stone door opened. Sword God nodded and entered without hesitation.

Refining peak eighth-rank treasures risked deadly backlash even for two Semi-Immortals. With the world’s strongest cultivator sharing the burden, three prepared experts weathered the strain.

Emerging half-hour later drenched in sweat, the trio ignored their exhaustion. Fang Lie’s one-hour deadline loomed – the notorious scoundrel kept his word.

Teleporting to confront Fang Lie’s clone, Blue Ancestor’s wrath erupted at seeing the youth’s smirk. His crushing aura smashed Fang Lie from the sky.

The mud-caked youth rose with grass in his hair, drawing hearty laughter from the Semi-Immortals.

Fang Lie’s eyes burned with Fang Family pride. "Think I’ll swallow this shame?" he sneered.

Purple Ancestor scoffed, "What’ll you do? I could erase you with a finger."

"True," Fang Lie smiled coldly, raising one finger. "But your descendants? I claim a hundred lives."

Three shouts of "No!" echoed too late.

Fang Lie’s clones could freely communicate with each other. The moment one suffered a setback, the others instantly retaliated.

Terrifying auras erupted across the Ximen family clan’s territories as dreadful Dao magic rained down on unprepared disciples.

Exactly one hundred perished. Some were struck from the sky while flying. Others died during closed-door training in family estates, incinerated by descending Fire Birds.

Within moments, a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators lay dead—each bearing the emblem of the Ximen main bloodline.

The three great Semi-Immortals detected this slaughter through their overwhelming divine senses, their wrath choking them.

Though Nascent Soul cultivators meant little to beings of their stature, losing a hundred at once proved unbearable.

This struck hardest at the Blue and Purple Ancestors—these casualties were their direct descendants!

Blue Ancestor nearly lost his mind. He’d merely delivered a warning to Fang Lie! Was that worth slaughtering a hundred of his descendants? Since when did Righteous Sect members act more viciously than bandits?

Blinded by rage, Blue Ancestor roared, "Damned fool—DIE!"

His palm strike reduced Fang Lie to dust before the clone could speak. Not a single leaf nearby was disturbed—proof of his peerless power control.

Regret immediately surfaced. "Will that brat retaliate again?" Blue Ancestor fretted.

"Big Brother!" Purple Ancestor snapped. "Destroying one clone changes nothing! Was this worth it?"

"It…it was a moment’s anger," Blue Ancestor mumbled.

"Your moment cost our descendants dearly!" Purple Ancestor retorted.

Sword God stood silently, grimly understanding the Ximen clan’s doom was sealed.

True to their fears, the clone’s destruction provoked Fang Lie’s entire swarm. Where his clones previously showed restraint—targeting only combatants—they now raged like provoked lions.

At a scenic training mountain, a hundred Qi Sea cultivators attended a Golden Pool elder’s swordcraft lecture. This junior academy housed thousands of low-level disciples, its Purple Palace-tier wards untouched by distant battles involving Thunder Tribulation Immortals.

None feared Fang Lie’s golden-winged clones flying overhead—Righteous Sect members didn’t slaughter children.

But today’s enraged Fang Lie cared nothing for honor. Spotting the Ximen emblem, a clone summoned a hundred-meter Fire Bird.

The explosion leveled fifty miles. A mushroom cloud ascended as the academy vanished—no screams, only ashes.

Elsewhere, a makeshift Ximen town with a thousand residents fell to another Fire Bird’s strike. No defensive Formations, only oblivion.

Thousands of miles away, a Fire Tribulation Immortal’s palace housing his family met identical destruction—no survivors.

Such scenes repeated clan-wide. Fang Lie’s clones now exterminated every Ximen member in sight. Tens of thousands died within minutes; hundreds of settlements erased.

Monitoring through divine senses, the three Semi-Immortals paled. Blue and Purple Ancestors trembled with grief—Fang Lie’s retaliation surpassed Demonic Path cruelty!

Reconciliation became impossible. The two Semi-Immortals teleported away, hunting clones with murderous frenzy.

Sword God remained, muttering, "Weren’t we here to negotiate? They started battling before speaking! These scoundrels ruin everything!"