Chapter 207

Chapter 207: A Little Revenge

"Nonsense!" Chi Hanshui was so enraged that one buddha seemed to emerge while another ascended to heaven. He roared, "Who’s your slave?"

"You, obviously!" Fang Lie smirked. "Haven’t you realized? Ever since being struck by my Great Unity Spell, you’ve essentially become my servant!"

"Great Unity Spell?" Chi Hanshui paused before understanding. "Those tiny butterflies you released earlier?"

"Exactly!" Fang Lie grinned. "Now listen well, servant. Harm me, and you’ll endure matching wounds. Kill me, and you’ll die too—except I’ll revive while you won’t!"

"Lies! Such an absurd divine skill can’t exist!" Chi Hanshui snarled, face contorted. "You think empty threats scare me? Prepare to die, Fang Lie!"

Grabbing the Demon Sword with his left hand, he lunged again.

"Foolish persistence!" Fang Lie snorted. The Devouring Heaven Chaos Halberd flew into his grasp as he countercharged.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Their weapons collided violently. Onlookers glimpsed only blurred shadows amidst surging shockwaves—a brutal clash ending abruptly after mere seconds.

This time, Fang Lie fared worse: his left arm and one wing severed, chest caved by a brutal kick. Privately, Fang Lie knew Chi Hanshui had swapped a fatal sword strike for that kick at the last instant.

The Demon Sword granted Chi Hanshui monstrous swordsmanship, overwhelming even Fang Lie’s prodigious close-combat skills. Yet this mercy wasn’t voluntary—as Chi Hanshui prepared the killing blow, his own left arm suddenly detached mid-swing. Only then did he believe Fang Lie’s claims about shared mortality.

Though pulling the lethal strike, Chi Hanshui’s Golden Pool realm physique still shattered Fang Lie’s ribs with that kick. Through the Great Unity Spell, matching fractures instantly crippled Chi Hanshui himself.

Spectators gaped as both combatants tumbled backward in unison, crashing down and vomiting blood simultaneously—a macabre mirror image.

Yet their recoveries diverged completely. Fang Lie’s Healing Art mended all injuries within seconds, leaving him unscathed. Chi Hanshui meanwhile lay broken: arms useless, ribs pulverized, organs damaged—combat strength obliterated.

Thus concluded the duel that defied all expectations. Despite superior cultivation, treasures, and experience, Chi Hanshui lay defeated—crushingly injured without even scratching his opponent, clueless about his undoing.

Gazing up at the disdainful Fang Lie, the defeated man rasped, "I yield. Grant me this—how did I lose?"

His unbroken spirit drew Fang Lie’s grudging respect. "The Great Unity Spell, as stated."

"That damned Great Unity Spell!" Chi Hanshui spat blood. "What broken toy is this? Why’s it unheard of?"

"The Great Unity Spell is an ancient secret divine skill passed down by the Left Dao," Fang Lie explained calmly. "Its prestige and power are equal to our Sect’s *Mo Ancestor’s Mechanical Puppet Compendium*!"

Everyone gasped sharply at his words.

Though the Great Unity Spell hadn’t appeared for millennia, they all recognized *Mo Ancestor’s Mechanical Puppet Compendium* – the Mo Sect’s most fundamental text. Only secret disciples who reached the Immortal realm could practice it. Even Thunder Tribulation Immortals could only learn fragments, while only the current Mo family Clan Leader could study the entire work!

This demonstrated the Compendium’s immense value. For the Great Unity Spell to match its status proved its extraordinary power.

Chi Hanshui stood dumbstruck by this revelation.

After long moments, he finally muttered bitterly, "No wonder you’ll become the Benevolence Token Lord. This divine skill came from the Token itself, didn’t it? I lost because I lack such powerful backing!"

His resentful tone made him sound like a bullied victim.

Fang Lie scoffed at this attitude, "Don’t misunderstand. This wasn’t given by any Token Lord, but awarded by our Sect!"

His words caused instant uproar. The crowd erupted like stirred hornets.

"What? This heaven-defying skill given to some Qi Sea Realm brat? I’ve served centuries as Nascent Soul True Immortal and never received such power!"

"Exactly! How’s this fair? We demand answers!"

Among the watching Cultivators, numerous Inner Elite Disciples and Immortal realm experts seethed with indignation. Having served for centuries without such rewards, their resentment boiled over.

The atmosphere turned dangerous as thousands surrounded Mo Wanfang. Though restrained from attacking the future Sect Leader, they clearly wouldn’t back down without explanations.

Mo Wanfang glared hatefully at Fang Lie but shouted, "Stop lying! Our Sect never possessed this skill – I’d know if we did!"

"Really?" Fang Lie feigned surprise. "But you personally gave me the Sect’s reward containing it!"

Murderous intent immediately focused on Mo Wanfang. Sweating profusely, he cried, "Slander! If I possessed such power, why wouldn’t I use it myself?"

The crowd found this reasonable and turned to Fang Lie.

Smirking, Fang Lie declared, "I swear by my ancestors’ honor – you gave me this yourself!"

Collective gasps echoed. Everyone knew Fang Family members never broke ancestral oaths.

Mo Wanfang nearly choked on fury. "You’re framing me! When did this happen?"

"After I won the Secret Realm contest," Fang Lie replied innocently. "You handed me that beast bone yourself, remember?"

Mo Wanfang’s eyes widened. "That scrap contained this divine skill?!"

"You didn’t know?" Fang Lie pretended shock. "The Sect rewarded their hero with random trash? How disgraceful!"

Mo Wanfang froze. Admitting knowledge meant deceiving everyone. Denying meant admitting the Sect cheated its heroes. The cunning Clan Leader’s heir found himself completely cornered.