Chapter 1124

Above Wudu, chaotic sword light swept across.

Hundreds of thousands of foreign warriors, golden all over, with four wings on their backs and resembling male lions, screamed miserably and were directly shredded by the sword light.

Above the highest firmament, powerful beings among the gods had already analyzed the location of the sword formation's hub that shrouded half of Mu Dalu; as hundreds of thousands of foreign warriors were crushed to pieces, a strangely shaped blade wheel descended from the sky.

The azure blade wheel was exquisitely exquisite, with countless strands of pure lunar yin power condensing on it into visible Dao patterns; moreover, terrifying metallic sharpness and overwhelming slaughter Dao resonance were hidden within, making the blade wheel exude a chilling Cold Qi and fill the air with killing intent.

The blade wheel plummeted rapidly, instantly expanding to a diameter of hundreds of thousands of li.

Despite its immense size, the blade wheel was thousands of times thinner than a cicada's wing, almost like a sheet of clear, transparent circular light slicing straight down.

Four strands of chaotic sword light, mixed with overwhelming killing intent, shot straight upward and collided head‑on with the blade wheel.

With a crisp ring, the triumphant sword's cry shook heaven and earth.

The azure blade wheel was split open by a gash tens of thousands of li long, like a cat's claw scorched by fire, and with a 'swish' it snapped back into the void.

The four sword lights relentlessly surged upward, closely pursuing the blade wheel's tail.

In the high sky, hundreds of thousands of golden eight‑wheel chariots wrapped in scarlet flames hovered above Wudu; as the four sword lights swept in, the towering, stalwart divine spirit standing on the lead chariot roared and swung its flame‑wreathed vajra pestle down upon them.

The sword light flashed, the vajra pestle shattered, the giant spirit was smashed, and the hundreds of thousands of eight‑wheel chariots, together with the tens of millions of stalwart foreign warriors aboard them, were pulverized.

The four sword lights swallowed the source essence of those foreign spirits in one gulp, instantly becoming several degrees sharper.

The void trembled; one after another, over a hundred supreme divine artifacts came crashing down toward Wudu in disorder, like the foreign tribes' Dao resonance condensed by a hurricane into tangible form, turning into a visible seven‑colored storm that plummeted straight down.

Wu Tie sat cross‑legged above Wudu, operating the sword formation; the four sword lights swept sideways through the air, causing over a hundred supreme artifacts to wail mournfully as the four ferocious weapons sliced gaps large and small into them, prompting them to flee hurriedly back into the void.

Even though they fled swiftly, three peculiarly shaped supreme artifacts failed to escape in time; Wu Tie's sword light lightly ensnared them, trapping them inside the formation where they were subjected to a frenzied hacking and slashing.

The three supreme artifacts were shattered; a Great Dao furnace erupted from Wu Tie's crown, the four ferocious weapons willingly threw themselves into it, and with the aid of spark‑fire they easily consumed the artifacts' essence completely clean.

News of the Youxiong tribe's army suffering a setback has already been sent back.

The Mu Ling army formed by human traitors, coordinating with countless vassal foreign tribes, is encircling and pursuing the Youxiong tribe's main force.

In just a few days, over sixty percent of the Youxiong tribe's important cities have fallen; if not for the timely aid of the Jiu Li tribe, the Youxiong army would almost certainly face expulsion from the human realm continent.

The gods' arrival was tumultuous; in just a few days they have already achieved such results.

Wu Tie, along with all of Wuguo's high officials, felt a heavy heart, as if a mountain weighed upon their chests.

Wuguo's secret martial guard has been entirely dispatched by Pei Feng; anyone within Wuguo who dares collude with the gods will inevitably face an unprecedented bloody purge.

On the fifteenth day of the gods' renewed descent, a barefoot youth in coarse cloth, bearing a god‑slave brand on his forehead and with disheveled long hair, handsome in appearance, personally piloted a small flying vessel and, under the watch of a great throng of Wuguo soldiers, arrived at Wudu.

The youth stood tall and chest out in the hall, gazing without the slightest fear at Wu Dashan seated on the central throne.

"Youxiong tribe, Ji clan's Ji Mingde, requests an audience with the Wu King, Your Majesty." The youth's voice was exceptionally clear, carrying the resonance of a dragon's chant and a phoenix's cry; he lightly clasped his hands and loudly announced his name and purpose.

"The one before you is the current Wu King of Wuguo." Huang Lang stepped forward from the foremost position among the civil officials, his expression stern as he reminded Ji Mingde.

"What I wish to see is not this Wu King… but the Wu King who, with a single sword formation, shielded half of Mu Dalu—the former Wu King, Wu Tie, Your Majesty!" Ji Mingde laughed, pointing at Wu Dashan and saying, "Can he make decisions? I want to see the one who can!"

Wu Dashan's complexion remained unchanged; he calmly regarded Ji Mingde.

As the son of Wu Tie and Pei Feng, Wu Dashan has held the throne of Wuguo for hundreds of years, having been tempered thereby; indeed, in dealing with people and managing state affairs, he surpasses Wu Tie by an unknown margin.

Both are Wu Kings, yet Wu Tie has merely been herding sheep… while Wu Dashan has been diligent and conscientious, wholeheartedly administering Wuguo's governance for hundreds of years.

"You wish to see my father?" Wu Dashan said calmly: "First state your purpose; otherwise, any stray cat or dog could claim they want to see the father, speaking lightly."

He waved his hand and said coldly: "You may stay silent; then we'll simply drag you out and behead you. Seeing that slave mark on your brow is truly nauseating."

Ji Mingde's face twitched slightly; he glanced at Wu Dashan, then at the restless throng of Wuguo commanders in the hall, and gave a dry cough: "I am… the younger brother of Ji Hongde. I have come here to…"

Wu Dashan interrupted Ji Mingde: "Invoking your brother is useless; this is Wuguo, not Youxiong. You have violated Wuguo's law—beheading is beheading. Moreover, what good does citing Ji Hongde do? You are a human traitor."

Inside the hall, all of Wuguo's officials laughed in unison.

Ji Mingde's complexion darkened a bit; fuming with embarrassment and anger, he scanned the civil and military officials of Wuguo in the hall, clenched his teeth, and said coldly: "I have come to save you…"

A bright light appeared beside Wu Dashan, and Wu Tie stepped out from it.

He gave Ji Mingde a once‑over, sighed, and said: "I never expected the Ji clan of Youxiong to produce a beast like you. I roughly know what you want to say; there's no need to mention it, for it would only foul my ears."

He shook his head and said calmly: "I am here, my wife and children are here, the myriad commoners of Wuguo are here. If you wish to pen us up like livestock, then do so with your strength!"

Ji Mingde shouted: "Wu King Wu Tie, don't rely on your slight luck, having obtained a few great treasures and some cultivation, to act self‑important, arrogant and overconfident… the three supreme divine ancestors, and the host of holy and ancient gods, merely refrain from acting due to their status."

"Don't think that your modest recent victories mean the gods' power is limited… not to mention the three supreme divine ancestors, even the hundred ancient holy gods accompanying this expedition, if they were to act, your Wuguo would be reduced to dust in an instant."

Wu Tie fell silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "Chop off his limbs and send him back. Tell those so‑called divine ancestors, holy ones, and ancient gods… I, Wu Tie, await them at Wudu!"

Ji Mingde stared, then pointed at Wu Tie and burst into laughter: "You dare? You dare? Ha, I see—you're just bluffing, you're just bluffing…"

Wu Tie gave a forceful wave; the impatient Xiahou Wuming leapt forward, seized Ji Mingde's throat in one grip, and flung him out of the hall.

"In war between states, envoys are not slain… Wu Tie, Wu Tie… you, you… you scoundrel!" Ji Mingde shrieked hysterically.