Chapter 1056

Old man, Xi Wu Yi!

The Elder fiercely smashed down the staff in his hand, while loudly announcing his name.

Wu Tie!

Wu Tie's right-hand black sword brought forth a sword gleam, stabbing swiftly; at the same moment Xi Wu Yi opened his mouth, he announced his name.

Neither dodged, nor blocked, nor used any divine abilities or secret techniques to defend themselves.

Xi Wu Yi had full confidence in his staff.

This blow will surely shatter Wu Tie's brains.

Wu Tie likewise had full confidence in his sword; with this sword, he forcibly condensed the berserk killing intent within his black sword into a substantive, converging killing intent, not letting a single thread leak out.

This sword's light was dazzling, yet its aura seemed extremely feeble; merely, the speed of the sword light far surpassed that of ordinary sword wielders, by far.

With a tremendous boom, Xi Wu Yi's thick staff heavily struck Wu Tie's head.

Wu Tie's body shuddered; he clearly felt that embedded in the middle of this metal-forged staff was a fist-sized fragment of a strange treasure. This fragment emitted tremendous earth-pulse undulations; at the instant his head was struck, Wu Tie saw before his eyes the phantasmal images of five wondrous, towering divine mountains.

A fragment of the primeval strange treasure, the Five Peaks Divine Seal.

With a single strike, it can summon the power of the Five Peaks to suppress enemies.

And the Five Peaks Divine Mountains are said to be the lords of all mountains in the world; the power of the Five Peaks is the power of all mountains under heaven. When the Five Peaks Divine Seal is complete, this seal can truly suppress the primordial wilderness and crush all holy gods and buddhas.

This fragment embedded in Xi Wu Yi's staff—who knows what fraction of the Five Peaks Divine Seal's main body it is—yet it can still draw upon immeasurable earth-pulse power, as if tens of thousands of great mountain ranges were simultaneously crashing down on Wu Tie's head.

Wu Tie's long hair on his head trembled, each strand pulled straight by the immense force.

Amidst flying sparks, accompanied by a tremendous boom, Xi Wu Yi's staff violently rebounded; the five fingers of his right hand gripping the staff were shaken to break simultaneously, flesh splitting open to reveal dark gold bone fragments jutting out ferociously.

With a 'hiss', Wu Tie's black sword pierced Xi Wu Yi's chest, emerging from his back.

A sword through the heart, a massive, condensed killing intent surged forth.

Xi Wu Yi's five viscera and six bowels were struck by the killing intent; all vitality instantly vanished. Visible to the naked eye, on his thick serpent tail, the brilliant dragon scales instantly lost their luster, and a grayish deathly breath spewed from deep within the scales.

"You, you, you!" Xi Wu Yi's serpent tail swayed as his body staggered back a great distance.

Wu Tie silently watched Xi Wu Yi.

He came to Xi Valley merely to retrieve the fragment of the Haotian Mirror, using his own boundless merit to repair this primeval marvel, a divine artifact of the Three Realms, to add a layer of foundation for Wuguo and himself, in preparation for future divine means.

He came with the sincere intention of resolving things peacefully, but since Xi Wu Yi and company have slapped him with an absolute charge and even ruthlessly moved to kill him… then, as the saying goes: 'Give them jade, receive melons'; if they throw swords and blades, all he can throw back are fists.

Countering violence with violence is just that simple.

The eleven Xi clan elders seated on the thrones all rose to their feet, each with gleaming eyes watching the continually retreating Xi Wu Yi.

Xi Wu Yi threw down his staff, clutching the wound pierced by Wu Tie's black sword with both hands.

Wu Tie calmly looked at him, lightly touching his own head with his left hand. Not bad—thick skin, strong flesh, solid bones; Xi Wu Yi's staff would blast an ordinary venerable expert to ashes, but Wu Tie's physical strength far exceeds ordinary imagination.

His scalp ached a little, his head felt a bit dizzy—that was all.

A seven-colored lotus flower flew up from atop Xi Wu Yi's head; at the center of its pistil, a drop of clear spring water fell, making a 'ding' sound as it landed in the mouth of the upward-facing Xi Wu Yi.

A vast surge of vitality welled up from within Xi Wu Yi's body, coiling inside him; the killing intent that had utterly extinguished his bodily vitality was gradually worn away and dissolved by a warm, yang force, like the sun shining down.

After all, it was merely residual killing intent within him, a sourceless water.

That warm, yang force was endless; bit by bit it wiped out the killing intent while also activating the vast essence power within Xi Wu Yi's body. His body gradually regained its luster, and the five viscera and six bowels that had lost vitality swiftly recovered it.

After all, he too is a venerable powerhouse, an elder of the Xi Huang lineage; though his flesh is not as strong as Wu Tie's, he has certainly reached the realm of 'rebirth from a drop of blood'.

Large amounts of grayish deathly dragon scales sloughed off his body, falling to the ground with a resounding 'clang clang clang'.

Vivid new scales rapidly sprouted from beneath his flesh, while Xi Wu Yi's body exuded droplets of blackish filthy blood—this is the tissue killed by the killing intent being expelled by the newly grown flesh.

After a few breaths, Xi Wu Yi's aura weakened by about ten percent, yet his body had fully returned to normal.

An aura weakened by about ten percent signifies that Xi Wu Yi's life source and cultivation have been cut by roughly ten percent. To put it more concretely, if he originally had a hundred catties of strength, he now has only ninety.

But Xi Wu Yi's strength is far more than a hundred catties!

For an ancient monster like him who has lived who-knows-how-many years, losing even a tenth of his origin, foundation, and power… such a loss made Xi Wu Yi's heart ache so much his face twitched.

With a right-hand grasp at empty air, the staff he had thrown onto the ground soared up and fell back into his hand.

The seven-colored lotus emitted threads of rosy light, enveloping Xi Wu Yi and clothing him in a seven-colored rosy robe. Gripping his staff with both hands, he said in a low voice: 'Elders, demons run rampant; please jointly subdue demons and eliminate evil.'

Xi Wu Yi stared at Wu Tie with an expressionless face and cold gaze: 'Today, we shall first behead this demon lord, then join forces to raze his lair and sweep away his demonic nest!'

The eleven elders who had risen simultaneously drew forth staffs nearly identical to the one in Xi Wu Yi's hand; their thick serpent tails swayed slightly as they slowly approached Wu Tie.

"These words exactly suit my wishes." said an elder with an ancient, simple countenance: 'Heretical demons and evil paths all deserve death… those who do not honor ancestral laws and violate the human baseline all deserve death.'

Wu Tie tightened his grip on his black sword.

He remained silent, but he wanted to tell these elders: any who merely occupy a position without merit, who sit idly by while the people's children are harmed by demons, who watch countless commoners be thrown into pots as fodder—those elders are truly the ones who deserve death most!

With a sweep of his left sleeve, the newly fused golden holy sword, like a swimming dragon, flew out and was grasped by Wu Tie in his hand.

After the two swords merged, the golden holy sword's might exceeded Wu Tie's right-hand black sword by many folds; the black sword instinctively trembled, emitting a piercing sword hum, and Wu Tie could even sense a hint of resentment and eagerness from the black sword.

The black sword complained that Wu Tie had not given it a chance to keep growing stronger.

And the eagerness came from—the black sword sensed that, ahead, beneath the earth cavern shrouded by the thirty-three layered exquisite stupa, within the so-called 'Heavenly Dao Cavern,' other fragments of it exist.

Well, the primeval holy sword fragment Wu Tie used to forge his black sword is merely a small piece.

The black sword sensed that within the Heavenly Dao Cavern lie fragments amounting to over a hundred times its own amount.

Sharing the same origin and lineage, inheriting the supreme slaughtering power of heaven and earth, these are remnants left by the first slaughtering holy sword of the primeval wilderness.

Wu Tie raised both hands and gave a faint smile to the twelve elders stepping ever closer: 'The charges you levy against me I do not accept. On the contrary, in my heart, it is you who bear monstrous sins. Since you refuse to deal with me fairly…'

Wu Tie's tone turned cold and resolute: 'Between heaven and earth, nothing is more important than life and death… with our very lives, we shall determine who is right and wrong; the one who survives is naturally correct.'

The twelve elders in unison gave a cold chuckle: 'These words are exactly in accordance with heavenly principle.'

Wu Tie's face twitched; just how inflated have these elders of the Xi Huang lineage become?

Do they really think they can speak for this realm of heaven and earth?

Shaking his head silently, Wu Tie's feet gave rise to a massive innate yin-yang taiji diagram of light and shadow; the black-and-white taiji rapidly expanded to a size of 100,000 li, and the two holy swords in his hands flew out, hovering respectively over the black and white fish eyes of the taiji.

The Taiji Diagram spun rapidly; each rotation caused boundless sword qi to surge into the sky, transforming into piercing sword light that crisscrossed the void.

"Child's tricks." Xi Wuyi gave a cold snort, he lifted his gaze to the Seven-Colored Divine Lotus above his head and said in a deep voice: "All Elders, be careful; this child's methods are cruel and ruthless, truly the nature of a demon. First secure your own defenses, then join forces to eliminate the demon."

The eleven Elders nodded slowly; Seven-Colored Divine Lotuses flew from their heads, releasing seven-colored radiance that enveloped their entire bodies.

Wu Tie's eye twitched.

Just how many good things have these old fellows scavenged?

The twelve Seven-Colored Divine Lotuses had identical auras, clearly a supreme treasure born of the same source. I do not know their defensive power, but that single drop of clear spring just now revived the life-extinguished Xi Wuyi……

Such a supreme treasure, yet they hid it deep in Xi Valley to nourish themselves.

Such a supreme treasure, each one's power far surpasses that of the ancient Sui Dynasty Fire Transmission Grand Formation by an unknown margin.

Twelve Seven-Colored Divine Lotuses, in theory, could suppress twelve human dynasties, letting their people live in peace and prosperity, free from demonic harm.

Wu Tie's expression turned blank; he backhandedly snatched the treasure mirror hanging behind him, the mirror trembled slightly, expanding in his hand to a six-foot diameter, its surface continually spraying rosy spiritual light that illuminated the surroundings in bright clarity.

The twelve Elders' bodies shuddered, and the great hall instantly plunged into total darkness, save for the two holy swords Wu Tie unleashed and the treasure mirror in his hand, which continued to emit light, illuminating a radius of a hundred zhang.

A cold wind rose from the ground, mist swirling upward.

Heaven and earth, universe, up/down/left/right, space and time, the Three Powers and Five Elements—all concepts shattered instantly.

"Twelve Celestial Stems Demon-Slaying Grand Formation!" Twelve massive serpent tails spanned the void; the upper halves of the Elders could not be seen, only the twelve colossal serpent tails tracing enormous mysterious divine patterns in the void.

Terrifying pressure descended.

The twelve Elders' staffs each merged into a fragment of the Five Peaks Divine Seal.

The weight of millions of mountains fell from above; aside from Wu Tie, any other expert of the present age would already have been crushed to dust in this first wave of pressure.

Wu Tie's left-hand treasure mirror shuddered violently, his internal mana instantly depleted by more than half.

A heaven-piercing, earth-shaking divine light shot upward; the twelve serpent tails were illuminated by the mirror's divine light, and with a wail three tails instantly vaporized, vanishing without trace in the mirror's mighty power.

The formation was breached by a huge gap, and the mountain weight pressing down from above immediately diminished by more than half.

Twelve unusually heavy staffs brought forth mountain-phantom after mountain-phantom, sweeping down upon Wu Tie's entire body; under the formation's augmentation, each strike of these staffs was dozens of times stronger than Xi Wuyi's previous fierce assault.

Wu Tie stood upright and unmoving in place.

The twelve staffs almost simultaneously struck his body; with a tremendous bang they rebounded skyward, high and high…… the twenty-four palms of Xi Wuyi and the other Elders were shattered by the recoil, the staffs flew from their hands with a terrifying whistling sound, vanishing who knows where.

The twelve Elders' bodies were within less than three zhang of Wu Tie; he flung his left-hand treasure mirror aloft, where it released a divine light that showered down, completely sealing the void within ten zhang around him.

Time, space, and all conceivable and inconceivable concepts were utterly frozen at this moment.

Aside from Wu Tie, the twelve Elders all fell into a rigid state.

Their Dao seals were locked tight by the mirror's divine light, completely severing all connection to the outside world; they could not mobilize even a trace of the heaven-earth Dao's pressure to bolster themselves, nor could they draw upon any iota of heaven-earth's mighty force to strike down enemies.

Wu Tie clenched his fists, strode forward in large steps to Xi Wuyi's face, and pummeled him with a barrage of over a hundred punches like meteors.

Time and space were frozen; Xi Wuyi solidly absorbed Wu Tie's barrage of over a hundred punches, his body stiff in midair without the slightest movement.

Wu Tie continued likewise, striding in large steps to each of the other eleven Elders and unleashing his full strength in a barrage of over a hundred punches upon them.

The twelve Elders' eyes filled with despair, then Wu Tie retracted the treasure mirror.

With a tremendous roar, the twelve Elders' immensely cultivated Dharma bodies, nourished by incalculable heavenly and earthly treasures, exploded simultaneously. Twelve clouds of blood mist sprayed the hall crimson, evenly coating the floor.

Twelve water-tank-sized orbs, emitting an unflickering innate spiritual light, hovered silently in the air; the howls of Xi Wuyi and the others, transmitted via soul fluctuations, surged madly: "Wu Tie, you dare damage our Dharma bodies…… you, you, you, you deserve ten thousand deaths!"

The twelve Seven-Colored Divine Lotuses swayed violently, slowly tilting as a drop of clear spring seemed about to fall from their blossoms.

Just as the treasure mirror sealed time and space, the power of these twelve divine lotuses had no chance to erupt before Wu Tie blasted their masters' bodies to pieces.

At this moment they were about to unleash their tremendous resurrective power to help their masters recondense their Dharma bodies.

A sky-filling black-and-gold sword light swept down, instantly slicing through the twelve clusters of supreme innate spiritual light.

Just a single strike, and the twelve Xi Clan Elders utterly vanished into smoke.

The twelve Seven-Colored Divine Lotuses trembled slightly in the air; Wu Tie swept his great hand and violently gathered them in.

"You, you, you, you have caused a cataclysmic disaster!" Xi Kuang beside him finally realized what Wu Tie had done, he shrieked in near‑mad panic: "You, you, you…… heavens, how could you possibly slay an Elder?"