Chapter 331

These barbarian god giants are all incarnations made from their natal essence blood, crafted by the Divine State of Great Jin via secret arts, with a wisp of divided spirit entrusted within, then refined over hundreds of years.

Compared to the Xuan Spider, the Yucang, or the You Ruo temporary incarnations used for descent, these blood‑essence incarnations of theirs are actually no different from their true bodies; only their strength and soul intensity fall short of their true selves.

Eighteen barbarian god giants attacked together.

Nine heavy axes, nine single‑blade serrated heavy swords; the weighty weapons brought a flash of cold light and flew to slash at Wu Tie's face. Wu Tie could not see their attacks clearly, and the eighteen heavy weapons struck him solidly.

The Tower of Rebirth flashed with a dim light.

Wu Tie lowered the Tower of Rebirth's defense, allowing those heavy weapons to hack directly at his body.

After all, the Tower of Rebirth governs the Great Dao of Life and Death Reincarnation; though it is an immensely powerful divine artifact, it is not a dedicated defensive artifact.

Wu Tie was a bit frenzied at the moment and did not wish to rely on the Tower of Rebirth for protection.

He let the eighteen heavy weapons chop into his body.

A dull "duk-duk" kept ringing, and the eighteen barbarian god giants stared in shock at Wu Tie.

Their weapons striking Wu Tie's body were like an ordinary person using a great axe forged from refined iron to chop a thousand‑year‑old tree: the blade cut into his flesh, but only an inch deep before Wu Tie's astonishingly tough muscles clamped the weapons fast.

"Roar!"

Wu Tie suddenly let out a great shout, his qi and blood surging to the heavens, and he punched straight into the face of the barbarian god giant opposite him.

With a tremendous boom, a large spray of blood burst from the barbarian god giant's face, its nasal bone shattering completely; it flew backward hundreds of zhang in a daze, headfirst into the rock wall, sinking deep into the wall thousands of zhang.

The seventeen barbarian god giants could not believe that their heavy blows had yielded only this result; they drew their weapons and struck Wu Tie with all their might.

Wu Tie stood motionless on the spot, allowing each weapon flashing with runic cold light to leave a gruesome wound on his body. Shockingly, the cross‑section of his split flesh flickered with a faint metallic cold gleam, yet not a drop of blood seeped out.

After suffering over a hundred such blows, Wu Tie suddenly laughed.

The faces of the seventeen barbarian god giants changed.

The edges of their great axes and heavy swords showed clear, visible signs of wear.

It was not because Wu Tie's muscles were so hard as to damage their weapons; rather, within his muscles lay countless tiny myofibrils like greedy little mouths, and when the weapons cut into his flesh it was as if sumptuous food were being delivered to those mouths.

Each strike corroded them a little; after a hundred blows, these at‑least‑immortal‑weapon‑grade great axes and heavy swords developed large patches of wear, and the edges of a few heavy swords even bore notches the size of a thumb.

The barbarian god giant that Wu Tie had punched away struggled free from the rock stratum.

Though it sounds long, in fact from the moment he was flung away until each of his companions had struck Wu Tie a hundred times was only the span of half a finger‑snap.

The barbarian god giant that had been blown away raised his great axe, blood dripping from his face, roaring as he charged at Wu Tie, and brought the axe down heavily upon Wu Tie's frontal bone.

With a tremendous boom, the skin and flesh on Wu Tie's forehead split open, sparks flying everywhere; a hair‑line, almost invisible mark flashed on his frontal bone, then a spark of fire flickered inside the bone, and his bone healed as if never injured.

A notch the size of a fist appeared on the barbarian god giant's great axe; along its edge, countless hair‑thin cracks kept forming, the axe emitted a piercing cracking sound, and tiny metal fragments continually fell from it.

"This guy… what a hard bone!" the eighteen barbarian god giants exclaimed in unison.

Not only were his bones so hard as to frighten them, but Wu Tie's entire flesh was also hard enough to make their scalps go numb. They could hardly tell what body‑tempering art he cultivated, and, racking their scarce brains, they recalled the famous human body‑tempering divine arts they knew.

Yet no matter which body‑tempering divine art it was, it could not enable a Human Cultivator at the Meridian‑Pool Realm to bare‑handedly withstand the heavy blows of these Embryo‑Storage Realm barbarian gods.

Even though the weapons in their hands were merely immortal‑grade arms forged for them by the Great Jin Divine State, not their personal natal divine artifacts they normally wield.

But this is just too absurd!

Wu Tie clenched his right hand tightly, and the White Tiger's Fissure appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a low tiger's roar.

Eighteen straight, pallid beams of cold light shot outward in all directions, each striking the center of a barbarian god giant's brow. Accompanied by a piercing penetration sound, the White Tiger's Fissure pierced their skulls, which were nearly half a foot thick, ran through their fist‑sized brains, pierced again through the half‑foot‑thick occipital bone, and protruded from the back of their heads as a gleaming spear tip.

"What thick bones!" Wu Tie exclaimed from the heart.

The White Tiger's Fissure let out an angry roar; the essence blood within the eighteen barbarian god giants' bodies instantly dried up, and together with their blood‑essence it was completely drained by the Fissure. The eighteen sturdy corpses exploded into countless motes of dust that drifted down.

Wu Tie opened his mouth, and the heavy armor on the eighteen barbarian god giants, their weapons, and the large storage bracelets on their wrists all flew into his mouth.

A surge a hundred times greater than all the energy he had previously acquired burst forth in his belly, and a terrifying thunderous roar immediately echoed within Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie could not help but admire, these barbarian god giants were no honest goods; they were adept at scraping the earth.

Their storage bracelets were piled high with various premium cultivation resources; among them were even some divine materials that could be listed as heavenly‑earth rarities, and the heavenly‑earth primordial energy stored in these treasures was immense— a single such rarity could bring Wu Tie tremendous benefit.

Wu Tie's muscles quivered rapidly; in his meridian pool, several billion fine threads of light—each representing the profound mysteries of all laws between heaven and earth—continually absorbed vast amounts of heavenly‑earth primordial energy, thickening from fine filaments into stout streams of light that constantly passed through his soul.

Among these streams of light, especially the one corresponding to the Great Dao of Life and Death Reincarnation, which Wu Tie had deepened his understanding of by refining the Tower of Rebirth, was the thickest; each stream of light was like a mighty dragon, extraordinarily imposing.

Visible streams of blood‑qi turned into scarlet long rainbows, shooting up from the top of Wu Tie's head to a height of thousands of zhang.

One after another, giants of various forms continually appeared within the scarlet long rainbow above Wu Tie's head, their domineering aura shaking the surrounding rock walls into violent tremors.

Each of these giants corresponded to a particular profound mystery of the Great Dao; whenever one appeared, Wu Tie's blood surged, his grasp of that Dao deepened a little, and in his vast meridian pool the associated stream of light quickly thickened, leaving a richer Dao resonance as it passed through his soul.

"He killed eighteen barbarian gods!"

A piercing voice came from high above; Wu Tie lifted his head, his two eyes spraying green light, and he fixed his stare on the Embryo‑Storage Realm commander of the Demon‑Suppressing Hall, who was shrieking at a height of several hundred li above.

A faint layer of golden light rose on Wu Tie's body surface; he stamped his right foot and turned into a golden streak that shot straight up into the sky.

However, the Demon‑Suppressing Hall had sealed this portion of void and earth with a secret treasure, so Wu Tie's ascent was extremely slow; in the span of a single breath he rose only a little over one li, and reaching several hundred li high would likely take a quarter of an hour.

The air was viscous and sluggish, making flight speed extremely slow.

Wu Tie opened the celestial eye at his brow; a hazy, grayish chaotic gloom seeped out as he gazed into the surrounding void.

In the void that had originally been empty, Wu Tie saw a huge, semi‑transparent light net densely filling the surroundings, three‑dimensional and as fine as countless spiderwebs crisscrossing; the smallest mesh was only the size of a mung bean, the largest no bigger than a fist.

Within the light net, countless beams intertwined, each beam flashing with innumerable runes.

Seal and forbidden sigil, together with runes concerning space, speed, and time, were tightly woven together to form this vast prohibition that enveloped the void, causing Wu Tie's escape‑light speed to plummet by hundreds or even thousands of times.

"Not bad." Wu Tie laughed, the gloom in his celestial eye flickering; he gazed at the shrieking Demon‑Suppressing Hall commander and spat out dozens of fist‑sized chaotic thunderbolts in rapid succession.

The speed of the chaotic thunderbolts was utterly unaffected by this massive prohibition; with a flash of lightning, each chaotic thunderbolt struck the Embryo‑Storage Realm commander.

When one thunderbolt exploded, the commander's armor instantly lost its luster; his breastplate shattered into five pieces, the lower battle skirt was blown apart, revealing a mangled chest of flesh and blood.

However, this Embryo‑Storage Realm commander possessed profound cultivation and followed the body‑tempering path; Wu Tie's chaotic thunderbolt had hit only one of them, and the commander, by some unknown means, instantly teleported to a spot a thousand li high in the sky.

Although his chest was blown to a bloody mess, the commander suffered only moderate injury.

He gasped heavily, pointing at Wu Tie and unleashing a torrent of curses.

Dozens of other thunderbolts plunged into the elite ranks of the Demon‑Suppressing Hall behind the commander; over a hundred Meridian‑Pool Realm cultivators were caught in the blast, each screaming as flesh and blood flew apart, dozens died on the spot, and dozens more were severely wounded and fell from the sky.

Wu Tie "haha" laughed loudly.

He had already seen the great sealing net in the void; since he could see it, he could destroy it.

White Tiger Split let out a sharp, long howl; Wu Tie exerted all his strength, thrusting his spear upward into the high sky. Then a muffled, thunder-like explosion came from the void; some Demon-Suppression Hall warriors whose cultivation was insufficient suddenly saw that, around Wu Tie's body, light like countless nets twisted slightly.

Afterwards, a dim light rain across the sky flashed and vanished.

The sealing light net within a thousand li around Wu Tie was shattered in one blow; Wu Tie shot up into the sky, instantly reaching an altitude of a thousand li.

From all directions, the shattered light net rapidly spread toward Wu Tie's position.

Hordes of Embryo Storage Realm commanders, leading countless Soul Pond Realm and Chonglou Realm warriors, swarmed up.

Countless warships of various sizes, thick as a swarm of bees, continuously descended from the high-altitude cloud layers, their mighty momentum sealing off tens of thousands of li of surrounding void.

Above Wu Tie's head, a warship a thousand zhang long shattered the cloud layer and plummeted straight down like a meteor.

Indeed, it slammed down.

Beneath that warship, countless flashing runes surged, and the vast heaven-earth primordial energy condensed into a light spear as thick as a water bucket and a thousand zhang long, emitting a piercing shriek as it stabbed straight at Wu Tie's celestial crown.

Using a warship directly as a melee weapon—truly, those Demon-Suppression Hall fellows have such a genius idea.

Wu Tie burst into loud laughter; he watched that warship, whose speed kept increasing, plummeting precisely from several thousand li of altitude, he hesitated a moment, then let out a violent roar.

"Break it for me!" Wu Tie roared, his body suddenly swelling to over three hundred zhang in height.

White Tiger Split likewise transformed to over five hundred zhang in length.

Wu Tie gripped the butt of White Tiger Split with his right hand; the spear let out a sharp, terrifying rending sound, tore open the void, and fiercely thrust toward the light spear beneath the warship.

At this moment, Wu Tie was completely under the influence of his continually refined, ever-stronger bloodline.

The wild, unbridled, heaven-defying, earth-fighting valor of the Wu clan's ancient ancestors controlled Wu Tie's body; that most ferocious and heroic warrior's unique aura of fighting to the death utterly filled his soul.

In Wu Tie's heart at this moment, nothing was beyond what his spear could break.

So, raise White Tiger Split and thrust upward!

Wu Tie shot straight up into the sky.

The huge warship plummeted straight downward.

On the warship, 108 Embryo Storage Realm commanders jointly activated all the formations and seals within the warship; their combined power merged with every formation inside the huge warship, and the instantaneous impact they unleashed nearly broke through the great realm barrier above Embryo Storage Realm.

"This boy will surely die."

In the distant sky, Mr. Mu sincerely exclaimed: "What a pity, such talent cannot be used for the lord."

Shaking his head, Mr. Mu coldly said to the hovering Saint Yao and You Ruo beside him: "Two lords, this lad doesn't even know how much star-force essence he's consumed; this loss, our lord is not responsible for."

"Star-force essence comes easily for you two lords, but preparing those supplies for our lord is extremely difficult. Given your exalted status, you surely won't let our lord suffer a loss, right?"

Saint Yao and You Ruo snorted coldly repeatedly, their gazes like wolves locked onto Wu Tie's ever-rising figure.

Such talent… such heaven-defying pride… such unmatched bearing…

Such a hero—better to die quickly.

Humans… as long as we have Mr. Mu, Luo Lin, Tie Canglong, and those bigwigs behind them who are merely flies and dogs, that's enough.

To the gods, humans are best as a pack of mangy dogs with broken bones… humans need no heroes.

Wu Tie roared as he shot up into the sky.

His qi and blood swelled to the extreme; Old Iron loudly cursed inside the Reincarnation Tower, but Wu Tie had completely lost his sanity, like a mad war beast charging straight into the sky, desperately trying to fight to the death against that huge warship.

The warship descended rapidly while Wu Tie rose rapidly; the distance between them kept shrinking.

Suddenly, the jade box containing the Three Emperors' essence blood flew out of Wu Tie's sleeve.

With a crisp "pop," the jade box shattered. The three clusters of Three Emperors' essence blood, without Wu Tie's prompting, merged into his body on their own.

In the distant void, atop an extremely majestic mountain, a faint, dim giant phantom flickered into view.

Beneath the earth, countless meridians trembled simultaneously.

Vast earth qi surged skyward; the rich, yellow earth qi shot up into the heavens, then condensed in the void into a huge seal phantom, a full hundred zhang across.

Entwined by nine dragons, the seal's knob—a yellow earth kirin—absorbed an unknown amount of earth qi, then turned into a yellow light that instantly shifted to the tip of Wu Tie's spear.

White Tiger Split lifted that seal and slammed straight into the light spear beneath the warship.

In the next instant, a million-li radius of void was engulfed by an intense light.