Chapter 513: Because I'm a Bastard

Four Gates Golden Lock Formation, the Great Jin Military's most traditional and also most orthodox battlefield killing formation.

Isolating the heavenly and earthly elemental energy, depriving the enemy of control over it, making the enemy weaker the more they fight while we grow stronger the more we fight. This mutual waxing and waning naturally yields final victory.

A formation of three hundred thousand soldiers can completely isolate the heavenly and earthly elemental energy within a three-hundred-li radius.

Wu Tie felt as if he were trapped inside a heavy metal sphere, pitch black, sensing no external energy; he wanted to breathe but could not draw in even a bit of air.

He could feel that his connection with heaven and earth had been violently severed.

Afterwards, a sky-full of attacks came upon him.

The formation surrounded Wu Tie; several Eastern Palace commanders, infused with formation power and emanating terrifying auras, shouted lowly, not using overly powerful divine abilities, and attacked him directly with fists and feet.

Having received the formation's power infusion, these Eastern Palace commanders' strength increased a hundredfold.

Even with mere physical strikes, each of their punches could easily shatter a hundred-li mountain; likewise, the Great Jin Military's standard warships could be utterly destroyed with a casual wave of the hand.

Wu Tie simply did not move.

He stood still in place, letting those few Eastern Palace commanders' fists and feet land on his body.

"One hundred taels, two hundred taels, three hundred taels..."

"Two hundred taels, four hundred taels, six hundred taels... Idiot, don't use fists, use kicks!"

"Go easy, go easy, putting on a show—first each person throw a hundred punches, kick a hundred times, then bring out the heavy blows!"

"Tsk, it's rare that His Highness is so generous today—a punch for a hundred taels, a kick for two hundred taels..."

"Duke of Yuzhou, don't mind—let me chop you with a knife? I'll go easy, just break the skin."

Fist and leg shadows filled the sky; as the Eastern Palace commanders threw punches and kicks, they stirred the air with a tremendous roar, emitting terrifying sound waves, yet the fists and feet that landed on Wu Tie were light, as light as a spring breeze brushing the face.

Indeed, two commanders drew their swords, appearing as fast as lightning, but actually landed lightly on Wu Tie.

The swords tore open Wu Tie's robes, cutting his skin, yet could not penetrate his skin at all.

Wu Tie's skin had become tough to an absurd degree; not to mention these two commanders deliberately holding back, even if they went all out with their six-refined immortal weapons, they could not injure Wu Tie in the slightest.

"Hehe, Duke of Yuzhou just needs to cooperate... one thousand taels, two thousand taels, three thousand taels... Oh dear, tonight we must go to Ruyi Tower to find my little green pearl, my little treasure, and have a good time with her!"

"Hehe, isn't that right? Duke of Yuzhou is so understanding; when we really strike later, we'll definitely go easy... Alas, this is the twenty-fifth cut, twenty-six thousand taels!"

Wu Tie's face twitched violently.

These guys, they're blatantly colluding to embezzle Hei Simafa's gold?

Hey, hey, is it okay for you to do this?

Soon, the first wave of Eastern Palace commanders besieging Wu Tie each chopped him a hundred times, punched him a hundred times, kicked him a hundred times, then quickly withdrew, letting the outer comrades come up to Wu Tie.

In just a few breaths, several shifts of attackers were rotated.

Wu Tie only felt absurd; he gave a low shout, swung his fist hard, and knocked down a careless Eastern Palace commander who approached without guard.

One punch like a collapsing mountain, only a huge bang was heard; this commander's third-refined immortal weapon–grade armor was shattered to pieces, countless armor fragments flew outward, and two nearby Eastern Palace commanders screamed as fragments struck their faces, covering them in blood.

Wu Tie bellowed lowly: "How can formation matters be a joke? You all deserve to die!"

The Eastern Palace commander struck by the heavy punch curled up like a boiled shrimp, lying on the ground unable to move, his whole body violently twitching. Wu Tie's punch truly was like heaven collapsing and earth splitting, shattering his armor, nearly piercing his body, and almost bursting his five viscera and six bowels.

Gulping blood, the unfortunate Eastern Palace commander's vision went dark; he seemed to truly see death rapidly approaching.

"Really fighting? Beat him... beat him to death!" a sharp voice cried out: "Strong King's carrying the black pot—beat him to death and be done with it!"

Three blades and two swords, all six-refined or higher immortal weapons, bearing piercing strong light, fiercely hacked and stabbed at Wu Tie.

With a "ding-ding" sound, sparks scattered across Wu Tie's skin surface; his skin suffered no damage, the five weapons simultaneously emitted a piercing tremolo, and were forcibly shattered at the edge by the rebound force from beneath Wu Tie's skin.

The five immortal weapons were damaged; the highly spirited immortal weapons jumped and trembled, wanting to break free from their masters' hands and quickly distance themselves from Wu Tie, whose body was far sturdier than theirs.

The five Eastern Palace commanders exclaimed in unison.

Wu Tie spread his arms, letting their full-force attacks land upon him.

A long spear thrust down, its spear tip shattered.

A great axe swung down, its axe blade shattered.

A steel whip lashed down, the whole whip snapped.

The strange weapon, a rope umbrella, smashed down, the rope umbrella burst apart.

Wu Tie stood in place as hundreds of six-refined immortal weapons, nine-refined immortal weapons, and superior-grade immortal weapons, carrying rosy light and auspicious aura, smashed down upon him.

The tremendous noise continued; Wu Tie's clothes were reduced to fragments, yet his body remained unmoving, his clean physique showing not a trace of injury, not even a scratch.

Among all the shattered weapons, streams of light flowed out, continually pouring into Wu Tie's body.

The more he was beaten, the sturdier Wu Tie's body became.

Unless these Eastern Palace commanders' attacks could break through Wu Tie's defense and inflict real harm, only Wu Tie could possibly grow stronger the more they fought.

"Impossible!" an Eastern Palace general let out a strange howl, he desperately drew upon the formation, vast power poured into his body, his physique swelling to a height of a hundred zhang, he unleashed the great divine ability of Moving Mountains and Filling Seas, his hands grasping the earth, boundless Wu Earth primordial qi surged from the ground and condensed in his palms into a yellow mountain a hundred zhang tall.

This mountain, condensed from pure Wu Earth primordial qi, is extraordinarily heavy, heavier than a mountain hundreds of li high and thousands of li in radius.

Without the aid of the formation's power, this general could not possibly condense such a heavy mountain.

With a great roar, the general lifted the mountain with both hands and slammed it down hard upon Wu Tie.

Wu Tie's feet shattered the ground with a boom, dense spiderweb-like cracks spread outward in all directions, his body swayed slightly, the hundred-zhang mountain atop him shattered into fragments, yet not even a single break appeared on his scalp.

"Nice divine ability! Take one of my moves!" Wu Tie clenched his right fist, still not using any divine ability, and delivered a clean, swift punch to the front shin bone of that hundred-zhang giant.

A miserable howl rang out; the giant's shin exploded, the tremendous force propelled his body, and he slammed hard into the Eastern Palace guards forming the rear ranks.

Tens of thousands of Eastern Palace guards were blown apart, each with broken bones and torn tendons, spitting blood profusely.

Wu Tie bellowed lowly: "You can't even break my skin... you... are too weak!"

The Eastern Palace commanders besieging Wu Tie were so angry they vomited blood.

They roamed the outskirts of Anyang City, domineering, often brawling and causing trouble, not knowing how many formidable opponents they had faced.

But they had never encountered an enemy like this.

Unable to move, unable to break through, unable to inflict the slightest damage... it's not that they're too weak, it's that you, this monster, are too monstrous!

"Hit him, hit him, beat him to death, but don't actually kill him!" Sima Fa stood outside the army formation; he couldn't see what was happening inside, just waving his arms and kicking his legs, showing off his fair skin while loudly cheering for his subordinates.

Suddenly, Sun Bingbing pulled hard on Sima Fa's waistband.

Sima Fa stared, then turned and slapped Sun Bingbing across the face: "You scoundrel, what do you want? Could it be you have designs on me? Sun Bingbing, when did you pick up this bad habit?"

Sun Bingbing's face turned deathly pale; he carefully pointed behind him.

Sima Fa turned, stared wide-eyed at a distance of several zhang behind him: Pei Feng's beautiful face was overcast with gloom, and over a thousand Five Element Spirits with fierce eyes.

The Eastern Palace's army formation was all surrounding and beating Wu Tie.

Sima Fa had only Sun Bingbing and a few lackeys by his side… These few lackeys were top-notch at eating, drinking, and having fun, but if you wanted them to fight to the death… Sima Fa knew full well that Sun Bingbing and his crew weren't cut out for that.

And he himself!

Sima Fa's cultivation was excellent, but how could he bear to let his skin—smooth as snow and like mutton-fat jade—suffer even the slightest damage?

"Army Commander Pei Feng… I've heard of you." Sima Fa smiled, clasping his hands toward Pei Feng: "Do you know Pei Youhu, Sir Pei of the Bureau of Barbarian Affairs? He's your clansman, right? I'm good friends with Sir Pei… The Bureau of Barbarian Affairs handles relations with Great Wei and Great Wu; those beauties from Great Wei and Great Wu in our palace are all secretly procured for me by Sir Pei from those kingdoms, hey!"

Sima Fa laughed extraordinarily brightly: "I'm good friends with your clansman; I am your uncle… As your niece, how could I strike my uncle?"

Pei Feng's palm spewed black flames.

A pitch-black spear shot out from the black flames.

Pei Feng gripped the black spear; with a swish, before Sima Fa, Sun Bingbing, and the others could even see the spear's shadow, the tip was already at Sima Fa's throat.

Sima Fa dared not move, difficulty speaking: "Army Commander Pei Feng, do you know my nickname is Jade Flag Pole? Hurting me doesn't matter, but all those noble young ladies in Anyang City will have their hearts broken!"

"You won't spear and shatter their spring-chamber dreams, will you?"

Sima Fa's words were shameless, yet they still had a touch of literary flair!

Pei Feng looked curiously at Sima Fa: "Are you the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace of Great Jin?"

Sima Fa gave a dry laugh: "Yes."

Pei Feng furrowed his brows: "Is the Crown Prince of Great Jin really someone like you?"

Sima Fa laughed brightly: "So suave and debonair, does it leave a deep impression on Army Commander Pei Feng?"

Pei Feng pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Great Jin is doomed!"

Sima Fa laughed even more brightly: "Don't joke—what is this? If you saw my father the emperor… he'd be the first fool of all Great Jin's history. Sitting on that throne, Great Jin still enjoys peace across the lands… Once I take the throne, as long as I'm just a bit better than my father, Great Jin won't collapse."

Pei Feng was actually… speechless.

As for the present Great Jin Divine Emperor Sima Xian, his absurd deeds are well known to the common folk.

But to be so shameless as to say such things, dragging himself and his father through the mud, leaving no inch unscathed… this Sima Fa is truly the extreme among extremes.

Pei Feng gritted her teeth, and the black spear tipped forward slightly.

The spear tip immediately touched Sima Fa's skin—white as snow, smooth as mutton-fat jade. Pei Feng's black spear is a divine weapon she obtained together with the Primordial Phoenix Legacy; it is extremely sharp and contains a strand of innate demonic flame, making its power terrifying.

With a hiss, a wisp of thin green smoke rose from Sima Fa's neck; he screamed in pain, then shrieked hysterically: "Stop, halt the formation, no more fighting… respectfully bring out the Duke of Yuzhou; if the Duke is injured anywhere, quickly fetch the finest Great Dao Treasure Pill to attend to him."

"Treat the Duke of Yuzhou as an ancestral deity, and no more fighting!"

Sima Fa slightly retracted his neck, gave Pei Feng a flirtatious glance: "Marquis of Ling Shan, hey, Army Commander Pei Feng, hehe, I'm an upright man—if I do wrong, I deserve a beating; after being beaten, I should actively accept punishment."

"I was careless and ended up in the Marquis of Ling Shan's hands; I've taken the loss, I admit the fault. Hey, the Duke of Yuzhou surely isn't dead, so there's no need for swords or spears—you, such a tender beauty, would really bear to damage this peerless skin of mine?"

Pei Feng opened her mouth, but still couldn't speak.

The Eastern Palace Crown Prince of Great Jin is truly……

The Four Gates Golden Lock Formation slowly ceased operation; dozens of the Eastern Palace's strongest cultivators, panting, retreated bare-handed dozens of steps, carefully distancing themselves from Wu Tie.

The ground sank over a zhang deep; this was the immense pressure of the Four Gates Golden Lock Formation, forcibly compressing the land for dozens of li around into a depression.

Wu Tie stood at the center of the depression, naked, only seven-colored spirit light swirling around him, emitting tremendous pressure.

Just as Wu Tie was about to use the Five Elements Divine Light to break the great formation, the Five Elements Divine Light had just flared up—whether by coincidence or not, Sima Fa decisively admitted defeat and even said the words of treating Wu Tie like a grandfather to be served.

This time, Wu Tie gathered all his strength, but before he could throw a punch, the enemy voluntarily surrendered, and all his strength went to waste—what a miserable feeling for his whole body!

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a new set of robes and put them on; Wu Tie's form flickered as he appeared before Sima Fa.

"Your Highness! …" Wu Tie stared fixedly at Sima Fa.

"Is the Duke of Yuzhou going to quarrel with a scoundrel…?" Sima Fa laughed brightly: "I know I'm a scoundrel; when I ascend the throne I'll surely be a fool… Duke of Yuzhou, as for quarreling with a scoundrel, a future fool—is that worth it?"

Wu Tie remained silent.

Sima Fa's words were truly too powerful, too persuasive; Wu Tie actually couldn't utter a single word.

Since Sima Fa himself admits he's a scoundrel, can Wu Tie, like a scoundrel, keep going on and on with him?

Sun Bingbing produced a jade box.

Sima Fa took the jade box and casually shoved it into Wu Tie's hands.

"All right, I've offended you today; this is a set of Great Dao Dragon Elephant Treasure Pills I extorted sometime ago from some unlucky prince, specially to aid body-cultivation techniques."

"Duke of Yuzhou, I've got high hopes for you!"

"From now on, come often to the Eastern Palace… with me as your backing, as long as you don't steal the concubines of Linghu Qingqing and Gongyang Sanlü, I'll guarantee you can run rampant in Anyang City and throughout Great Jin, with no one daring to stop you!"

Sima Fa whistled, turned, and swayed his way toward Anyang City.

"Brothers, let's go! All change into casual clothes; those 572 taverns in the southwest corner of Anyang City, I've booked them all today. Eat your fill, drink your heart out, go wild! Cackle!"