Chapter 297

Kill him, kill him! Quick!

Kill him, drain his bloodline, locate his paternal and maternal clans' strongholds, exterminate his nine clans, wipe out his doors, annihilate his tribe!

Sima Xiu let out a hysterical scream.

The thirty-six giant divine soldiers' eyes simultaneously lit with a grim green glow; the pitch-black soldiers, combined with the green light in their eye sockets and the dim light emitted by the luminous mushrooms on the surrounding rock walls, made them appear like ferocious ghosts as soon as they moved.

Poisonous snake spears thrust forward with a piercing 'hiss' sound; Wu Tie drew a deep breath, swung White Tiger Rend with both hands, accompanied by a low tiger roar, and perfect arcs of light enveloped his whole body.

Pinpricks of cold light fell upon the arcs of cold light.

A dull impact shook the surrounding air violently, producing a booming 'rumble'.

The thunderous sound traveled far, then bounced back off the rock walls. Clusters of luminous mushrooms shattered, countless luminous juices spraying onto the walls, instantly brightening the surroundings considerably.

Wu Tie's wrist trembled violently.

The giant divine soldiers' power was immensely strong; Wu Tie's pure physical strength could not withstand their blows.

Wu Tie instinctively unleashed his divine ability of Strength.

As mana trickled from the Life Pool, Wu Tie's power surged severalfold; the white arcs and black spear shadows collided, the pitch-black giant divine soldiers' eyes suddenly brightened, unable to bear Wu Tie's immense force, they were driven back relentlessly like flies in a hurricane.

Sima Xiu's pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick.

Earlier, Wu Tie had caught a spear from a giant divine soldier, and he was already quite shocked.

Moreover, Wu Tie not only wielded White Tiger Rend, but his spear technique was the purest lineage of the giant divine soldiers. Undoubtedly, Wu Tie had received the inheritance of the primordial giant divine soldiers.

And in the Divine State of Great Jin, anyone who obtains the primordial inheritance is guilty of a capital crime.

'Kill him!' Sima Xiu urged again.

The thirty-six giant divine soldiers halted simultaneously, forming a circle around Wu Tie; then, on their pitch-black bodies, extremely fine grim-green lines lit up one after another. These green lines traced out strange runes, and the halo spraying from beneath their feet suddenly expanded to several dozen zhang in length.

Waves of terrifying aura emanated from within the giant divine soldiers.

Sharp spikes grew on their crucial joints, especially on the rear-protruding skulls, where sharp little horns continually sprouted.

In their eyes, the original grim-green eyeballs turned into two clusters of burning green ghostfire.

They stared fixedly at Wu Tie, emitting a sharp, prolonged howl from within their bodies, then transformed into layered phantoms that slaughtered toward Wu Tie.

Wu Tie swung White Tiger Rend with both hands; countless spear shadows shot straight from all directions along direct trajectories—straight thrusts with no flourish, no feint, just a straight spear lunge.

Wu Tie's spear in hand was constantly subjected to fierce impacts from dozens of spears.

The tremendous impact made Wu Tie's whole body tremble slightly, and his wrist gradually felt a tingling numbness.

After these giant divine soldiers underwent their mutation, their power once again caught up to Wu Tie's, nearly matching his current strength. But they numbered thirty-six, while Wu Tie was alone.

Suddenly, Sima Xiu, watching from the side, waved his hand.

That short sword descended soundlessly from the heavens, spinning as it slashed down toward Wu Tie's head.

Wu Tie swung both hands, shaking off six spears thrust straight at his chest, then lunged forward violently.

With a 'swish', the short sword began cutting open the skin at the back of Wu Tie's skull, then sliced along his spine downward; wherever it passed, the blade scraped against his bones, producing a sharp grating sound.

Wu Tie grunted low, suddenly regretting that when he refined the Fallen Soul Scattering Banner, he had also melted down the Eagle God armor.

If he had the Eagle God armor now...

But, fortunately.

Although the short sword was sharp, Wu Tie's bones were extremely hard all over; the blade could not damage his bones in the slightest, merely leaving behind an extremely fine wound deep enough to reach the bone directly behind him.

He drew a deep breath, his muscles writhing as they clenched.

Wu Tie chanted the incantation; strands of pure qi sprayed from the wound, nine blue lotuses flashed across it and the wound instantly healed. Several ultrafine sword qi shot from the wound, striking the rock wall and carving a fissure stretching for several li.

Wu Tie backhanded a spear thrust, shaking the short sword away.

Three spears howled as they thrust in, striking Wu Tie's right thigh, left calf, and right shoulder simultaneously.

With a 'puff', Wu Tie gained three bloody, mangled wounds on his body.

The spear tips striking Wu Tie's bones sent up sparks.

Wu Tie fiercely swung White Tiger Rend, infusing his entire body's mana into it; the spear tip, shaped like a short sword, spat out an unfixed white chill, and with a single sweep, three black spear heads were cut off with a 'puff'.

With another 'puff', six more spears struck Wu Tie's body simultaneously.

Of these, two spears pierced front and back through Wu Tie's belly skin; since there were no long bones in his belly, the spears went straight through, and blood spurted out along the spearheads.

Wu Tie drew a deep breath, White Tiger Rend swept around his body at a strange angle, and the six spear heads were cut off simultaneously.

The spear heads were deeply embedded in his body; before Wu Tie could regain his senses, another three spears lunged at him.

Wu Tie violently shook his body; hundreds of hairs on his head fell out at the roots, each strand suddenly splitting into hundreds of segments, each segment becoming a Wu Tie, who then leapt up in golden light and scattered in all directions.

The thirty-six giant divine soldiers stared blankly, then simultaneously spread their arms.

Their heavy chest armor slid open to the sides, revealing a dense, honeycomb-like launch nest inside. The next instant, thousands of ultrafine green lights blanketed the surrounding void; Wu Tie's silhouettes struck the green light and then burst into scattered specks of golden light.

'Sima Xiu!' but Wu Tie's true self had already escaped the giant divine soldiers' encirclement.

He flew swiftly, instantly arriving less than a hundred meters before Sima Xiu; mid-flight, Wu Tie pulled out the spearheads embedded in his body, pure qi flowed over his surface, blue lotuses blossomed, and all his wounds instantly healed.

White Tiger Rend let out a low roar and thrust straight at Sima Xiu's chest.

At the same time, the Fallen Soul Scattering Banner sprayed from Wu Tie's head; the long banner shook violently, and in the darkness a soul‑hooking, soul‑seizing power enveloped Sima Xiu.

Unlike dealing with You Cang and You Jieya.

Sima Xiu was right before Wu Tie; his aura, his mana fluctuations, his everything were clearly visible to Wu Tie, and the power of the Fallen Soul Scattering Banner could directly affect Sima Xiu's soul.

Sima Xiu smiled; a beam of Blood Light shot from his brow, within which a blazing seal appeared, upon which three dragons and seven tigers leapt forth together, a resounding dragon's roar and a low tiger's roar emanating from the seal, rings of Blood Light swiftly protecting Sima Xiu.

The Fallen Soul Scattering Banner shook continuously.

The crimson seal trembled violently; the silhouettes of the three dragons and seven tigers flickered, seeming on the verge of collapse. But Sima Xiu bit his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the seal, and the seal's Blood Light blazed, stabilizing the situation for a moment.

'Since you know I have soul‑hooking, life‑taking evil arts, how could I not guard against them?' Sima Xiu laughed at Wu Tie: 'This is the Soul‑Controlling Treasure of my Demon‑Pacifying Hall, specially designed to ward off all kinds of heretical soul‑hooking evil arts…… If it weren't for having to deal with you, this general wouldn't even be qualified to bring him down.'

Sima Xiu's laughter still echoed between the cliffs as the thirty‑six giant divine soldiers swept away Wu Tie's clones and surged toward him with mighty vigor.

The silent Old Tie, who had been holding his tongue, suddenly darted out from behind Sima Xiu.

He swung the heavy scepter, striking the seal with a club.

Thud!

The blood-colored seal was sent flying by Lao Tie's club strike, spinning as it flew hundreds of meters off the cliff before slamming headfirst into the rock wall.

The Soul-Control Supreme Treasure's function is to defend against all kinds of soul attacks.

Ironically, this kind of Soul-Control Supreme Treasure is itself extremely fragile, offering little defense against physical strikes or magical attacks.

Sima Xiu was only admiring how Wu Tie had been riddled with holes by the giant god soldiers, and he failed to notice that Lao Tie, whose aura was like a stone, had silently crept up behind him.

"This..." Sima Xiu felt a chill run through his body.

He roared in anger, turned around, and another short sword in his hand flew out, spinning rapidly as it slashed toward Lao Tie.

The short sword struck Lao Tie's body, and his body exploded with a "Bang!" into countless black sand particles; the black dust swirled, then recondensed behind Wu Tie into the form of Lao Tie's hyena‑headed humanoid shape.

"Heh, hehe." Wu Tie laughed at Sima Xiu.

Sima Xiu trembled as a set of exquisite black armor suddenly appeared on him; he drew back with his hand, pulling out two thirty‑section bamboo‑joint steel whips from behind him and pointed them fiercely at Wu Tie.

"I am Sima Xiu, Third‑Rank Demon‑Subduing General of the Demon‑Subduing Hall of the Great Jin Divine State… you, you, you dare to wound me?"

Wu Tie smiled, then likewise bit his tongue, spraying a blood arrow onto the Soul‑Scattering Banner.

With a hard pull, the banner caused Sima Xiu's black armor to flare bright, but the armor obviously offered little defense against soul attacks; Sima Xiu shouted, his eyes widened, and blood spurted from all seven orifices.

He suddenly sat on the ground, formed hand seals, and began chanting a mantra to shock the mind and resist external demons.

At the same time, Sima Xiu's belly heaved violently, and a sharp voice rang from within it: "Kill them, quick, kill them!"

Sima Xiu's facial skin kept shifting between blue and red.

A strand of Blood Light seeped from his brow, revealing a faint figure identical to him, its whole body wrapped in blood‑colored flames, each foot stepping on a blood‑colored lotus, flickering within the Blood Light.

As Wu Tie swayed the banner, that figure kept wobbling, on the verge of being sucked out of his body.

Sima Xiu, meanwhile, chanted the incantation; each time the blood‑colored figure was pulled a little from his body, his inner light flared and slowly drew the figure back a bit.

After several such struggles, the blood‑colored seal wobbled, about to fly back, when Lao Tie spat a mouthful of black sand at it, striking the seal and sending it flying several kilometers away.

Thirty‑six giant god soldiers had already rushed over.

Those giant god soldiers whose spearheads had been cut off dropped their spear shafts, opened their arms, and lunged at Lao Tie.

Their arms writhed, accompanied by a piercing hum, and two blades of lurid green light over three meters long sprouted from their palms; they swung the light blades, which sliced down with a buzzing sound.

Lao Tie gazed solemnly at these giant god soldiers, which looked exactly like his true form and seemed to function identically.

"What on earth are you?" Lao Tie muttered to himself: "Let me get a good look."

Lao Tie's hyena head suddenly split left and right, a crystal brain surrounded by seven‑colored light drifting out, after which thirty‑six dazzling beams shot forth and struck the foreheads of those giant god soldiers.

The bodies of the thirty‑six giant god soldiers suddenly stiffened.

The green ghost‑fire in their eyes rapidly dimmed, then their entire bodies' light dissipated, leaving only their black forms hovering in midair.

"Your structure is completely identical, even your 'main brain'—it's exactly the same as mine… but your material… what a waste. Your material is far superior to what I use for my true form, yet your forging method is… trash."

"Defense, trash."

"Mobility, trash."

"Strike power, trash."

"Reaction speed, trash."

"You are a bunch of trash made from top‑grade materials… Good grief, who made you? Well, I've figured it out—your manufacturing date is no more than… twelve years ago?"

"Brand‑new fledglings, no wonder you have not a trace of chaotic aura—you're utterly clueless newcomers."

"Hehe, the one who made you surely doesn't know about those backdoors in your brains. In rank, I am far above you, so, fledglings, obey!"

Lao Tie's eyes blazed with light as he let out a mighty roar.

The thirty‑six giant god soldiers' bodies shuddered, and the green light in their eyes simultaneously turned blood‑red.

In the next instant, their bodies silently crumbled into fragments.

Sima Xiu shrieked hysterically: "You, you, you… you're a living ancient giant god soldier… damned, damned… but don't think you can control them—they are the heavenly troops of the Great Jin Divine State; anyone who tries to command them will be utterly shattered. They can only be loyal to the Great Jin Divine State—no one can hope to control them!"

Lao Tie looked somewhat dejected at the giant god soldier fragments falling into the river ditch.

He shook his head; a gust of wind swept the fragments up, piling them into a heap beside him.

Then he walked over in silence, raised his scepter, and brought it down on Sima Xiu's head with a blow.

Sima Xiu let out an anguished cry, and the blood‑colored figure shot out of his body, quickly vanishing into the banner.

"This guy, and those behind him, surely misjudged our strength." Lao Tie looked pleased at Wu Tie.

"Next time, someone even harder to deal with will show up." Wu Tie sighed: "So I have no choice but to seek help from the Wu clan… humph, humph, my father has been wandering out there for years, and yet they ignore him?"