Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Unleashing Carnage

In the past, Fang Lie would have been helpless against the siege of five Purple Palace realm cultivators, forced to await death with closed eyes. But the current Fang Lie stood transformed, particularly after obtaining the Devouring Heaven Chaos Halberd—ordinary Purple Palace cultivators now seemed beneath his notice!

Surrounded on all sides, he snorted disdainfully and gave his halberd a slight shake. "Perish," he uttered coolly.

The Devouring Heaven Chaos Halberd quivered, releasing an unseen force. Instantly, one of the spell-casting twin brothers in the distance exploded with a wet pop. His entire upper torso vanished above the waist, leaving charred flesh where the Minor Formless Chaos Divine Lightning had struck.

This hidden power of the halberd held terrifying might. The Little Formless Divine Lightning operated without sound yet carried devastating force—even a Thunder Tribulation Immortal would be reduced to dust if struck directly. Only those with supreme divine sense could detect its approach and block it using sixth-rank treasures or higher.

These Purple Palace cultivators lacked both the perception to sense the lightning and sixth-rank protective treasures. Their doom was sealed.

Regrettably, the Divine Lightning required devouring fifth-rank treasures to replenish. Fang Lie possessed merely three charges. Had he more, annihilating all foes would’ve taken mere moments.

Yet one blast sufficed to shatter their formation. With one twin dead, their combined spell collapsed. Fang Lie’s golden wings snapped open, restoring his dreadful mobility as he burst free from the encircling trio.

The three surviving cultivators recognized their broken trap and vanished advantage. Without exchanging words, they scattered in panic.

But outrunning Fang Lie proved fatal. He materialized before the remaining twin, cleaving him down with a halberd strike before seizing both brothers’ Sumeru Bags.

Next, Fang Lie pursued the nearest demonic sect cultivator. The man’s Sinister Treasure—clearly forged through countless sacrifices—drew Fang Lie’s wrath. Such demons deserved only death.

"Mercy, Fang Lie!" the cultivator shrieked as golden wings shadowed him. "I’m from the Demonic Path’s Yōuhún Sect! Kill me and our sect will hunt you eternally!"

"Worthless demon spawn," Fang Lie growled. "Send all your vermin—I’ll slaughter every last one!" The halberd fell, bisecting the man vertically.

After claiming another Sumeru Bag, Fang Lie targeted the fleeing yellow-robed Taoist. Golden wings propelled him instantly behind the man.

"Spare me!" the Taoist begged. "I’m from the righteous Five Elements Sect! Fellow daoist—"

"Traitors forfeit fellowship," Fang Lie interrupted. The halberd flashed, sending a head tumbling skyward as the corpse crumpled.

The final target—a woman—fled earliest but couldn’t match the wings’ speed. Within breaths, Fang Lei loomed behind her.

"Don’t kill me!" she screamed. "My husband’s a Wind Tribulation Immortal! Harm me and he’ll—"

"Wind Tribulation?" Fang Lie laughed harshly. "I’ve crushed Thunder Tribulation fools. Your husband’s nothing!" The halberd’s arc sliced her midriff. Her severed halves crashed onto rocky shores, screams fading to silence.

Bystanders shuddered at the carnage. This madman slaughtered without regard for faction or consequence—righteous, demonic, backed by immortals—none stayed his hand. Newcomers reconsidered their life choices, retreating stealthily.

Fang Lie soared higher, halberd raised defiantly. "WHO ELSE CLAIMS MY HEAD?"

Met with averted eyes and shuffling retreats, he smirked. The battlefield held only corpses and cowards.

Over a hundred Golden Pool and Purple Palace Masters trembled in fear before this mere Qi Sea cultivator! At that moment, a haughty voice suddenly shouted: "Little brat acts tough! Are all Mo Sect disciples so ill-bred?"

A white-robed cultivator riding a white crane descended before Fang Lie, his body glowing with treasure light—the clear mark of a full-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Before Fang Lie could respond, another voice jeered: "Your cultivation gives you some pride, but you’re far from invincible. What makes a whelp like you so cocky?"

A Demonic Path cultivator atop a black killing cloud appeared beside Fang Lie, his poisonous eyes glaring contemptuously. The man’s surging aura matched the Nascent Soul cultivators nearby.

Then a shrill voice cackled: "Ah, the mighty Mo Sect! Naturally their disciples swagger about—even outer gate nobodies like this Fang Lie!"

The sneering words came from a Hong Yi-robed crone standing on a giant insect, her wrinkled face resembling tree bark. Yet she boldly stood beside two Nascent Soul True Immortals, proving her equal strength.

Suddenly Fang Lie found himself surrounded by three Nascent Soul experts.

Seeing this, retreating cultivators swarmed back, encircling the area to profit from the chaos. As time passed, news spread through the town—soon thousands gathered around.

Fang Lei scanned the crowd, then grinned at the three Nascent Souls: "You’re right! I am arrogant! I do look down on you old fools! What’ll you do about it?"

"Insolence!" The crane-riding Immortal flushed red.

"Death-seeking brat!" The demonic master gnashed his teeth.

"Foolish child!" The crone hissed, eyes narrowing. "You’ll beg for death once I’m through with you!"

"Try me!" Fang Lie retorted, stowing his Devouring Heaven Chaos Halberd. He drew the black-red Demon Sword instead.

Boundless killing energy flooded his body. As endless resentment consumed his soul, Fang Lie uttered one last sneer: "Die, all of you!"

The Demon Sword’s corruption fully possessed him. Three Nascent Soul faces paled not at his words, but at the terrifying aura erupting from him—power surpassing their own!

Forged from condensed heavenly killing energy, the Demon Sword granted Fang Lie strength matching ninth-stage Nascent Soul magic. Combined with its sixth-rank destructive power, he became an unstoppable slaughter machine.

Devoid of thought, only bloodlust remained. His crimson gaze made even veteran Immortals shiver.

"DEMONIC POSSESSION! FLEE!" The crane rider turned to escape.

Too late. Fang Lie’s first target was locked.

His skin turned ink-black, wings darkening completely—yet the Divine Phoenix Golden Wings’ power grew deadlier. One flap sent him streaking faster than any Flying Sword.

The Demon Sword flashed. A condensed killing energy blade sliced through the crane rider’s Fifth Rank Flying Sword defenses like paper, cutting man and beast in two before any scream could escape.