Chapter 57: Chapter Fifty-Six: See You Again, Longevity (4)

The White Tiger Rift's power was immense, killing the Mist Blade Chief Steward off guard.

The Mist Blade Chief Steward's cultivation is extremely high; in the entire Cangyan Realm, relying solely on his personal cultivation, he could absolutely rank first.

Not only is his cultivation strong and his realm quite high, the Mist Blade Chief Steward also inherited many secret treasures and strange objects from the Mist Blade's legacy; in terms of methods, even dozens of ordinary Chonglou Realm experts joining forces would be beaten by him until they fled in disarray.

Such an expert suffered a great loss under the White Tiger Rift.

Furthermore, having just been injured in his vital point by Lao Tie's despicable tactic, he, ashamed and enraged, spat out a mouthful of his lifeblood-bound 'Breaking Origin Blood Qi'.

Wu Tie's right chest was pierced by a blood-filled hole the size of a fist; the front and back layers of his armor were pierced, a large area of flesh and bone instantly turned to nothing, and the plasma flowing from the wound gradually changed from red to clear water color.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; Lao Tie was fully focused on guarding against the two iron balls falling from the sky when he suddenly heard Wu Tie's muffled groan, he opened his mouth and spat out a bottle of white liquid, then turned and threw it to Wu Tie.

Wu Tie endured the severe pain in his left hand and right chest, widened his eyes, took the medicine bottle, and drank half of the white liquid inside, pouring the other half onto his wound.

The wound instantly became covered with a translucent pink film, and the blood, like a spring, immediately stopped.

A warm current slowly circulated within his body, gradually gathering toward the wound on his right chest.

The one-armed Mist Blade Chief Steward pulled out a bottle of medicine, pulled the stopper with his teeth, and swallowed the crimson liquid inside. While he was circulating his qi to seal the large and small blood vessels on his left arm wound, in pain to the point of seeing black, he suddenly witnessed the miraculous effect of the white liquid Wu Tie had swallowed.

He felt a surge of anger from the depths of his heart, almost coughing up blood from being infuriated by Wu Tie's miraculous medicine!

This little brat, how does he have so many good things on him?

In the high sky, the two iron balls finally landed heavily with two 'thud' sounds; the iron balls rapidly writhed, their volume quickly expanding. In just a breath, two metal figures over three meters tall, pitch-black all over, slowly rose to a standing position.

The two metal figures roughly resembled humans, but their bodies were slender in proportion, especially their two arms, which almost drooped to the ground.

Their bodies were entirely pitch-black, with smooth faces, except for a single blood-red eye nearly half the length of their face set in the center of their visage. As the blood-red vertical pupil opened and closed, vast blood light illuminated the surroundings in a deep red.

Accompanied by a strange 'gulong' sound, the bizarre round and diamond-shaped blood-colored light patterns intertwining up and down in their single eyes locked onto Lao Tie. They suddenly leapt up, turning into two black whirlwinds that rushed toward Lao Tie.

When they were still about ten meters away from Lao Tie, the two metal figures simultaneously swung their long arms.

Their slender, elongated arms were like four soft whips, producing piercing air-burst sounds as they swept up countless afterimages to strike Lao Tie.

Lao Tie hastily retreated backward; a long arm extended from his back, countless scales flipped open, revealing dense empty nests. With a 'puff-puff' sound, twelve short arrows shot out, trailing long streams of blood light, enveloping the two metal figures.

The two metal figures suddenly crouched on the ground, one of their arms joining together, large amounts of blood light flowing, and a circular pattern appeared on their backs.

Amid a muffled 'humming' sound, a blood-colored light shield appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the two metal figures.

The twelve small arrows exploded with a bang, a vast cyan-white blaze covering a radius of several hundred meters.

Wu Tie, seeing Lao Tie trigger these arrows, hastily hid behind him; his tight-fitting armor flowed, covering his entire body. The cyan-white flames enveloped him and Lao Tie, and under the armor's protection, Wu Tie only felt the surrounding temperature rise, baking him into a heavy sweat.

The heat within the armor was tolerable, not as painful as the dark, smoldering flames burning on his left arm bone.

The cyan-white flames lasted the time it takes to finish a cup of tea; when the flames gradually dissipated, the two metal figures quickly rose and continued charging at Lao Tie and Wu Tie. Their four arms swept up countless afterimages, tearing the air, accompanied by piercing whistles as they struck down from heaven to earth.

Lao Tie abruptly lifted his head; blood-colored light flickered in his pupils, meeting the blood light surging from the vertical pupils of the two metal figures.

Then, with a booming 'hum', indistinct gurgling came from within the two metal figures: 'No authority... refuse... kill...'

Lao Tie clenched his upper and lower teeth tightly, grinding out sparks, emitting a harsh grinding sound: 'You two idiots... who made you? Dare to defy my grandfather's orders... Do you know who I am?'

While shouting, Lao Tie extended two arms from his back; the arms flowed freely on his body, he clenched his fists and fiercely smashed the air.

Lao Tie's striking speed was also quite impressive; sky-filling fist shadows collided with countless black whip shadows, producing a thunderous roar like a thunderstorm in the air. The earth trembled slightly; countless stones littered the ground beneath his feet, he was forced back bit by bit, leaving several deepening footprints scraped on the ground.

Lao Tie roared angrily 'ao ao', his voice hoarse, his eyes blazing with blood-red light, illuminating a radius of several hundred meters.

"Just two broken junk items... only fit to guard supplies in the Supply Battalion... you dare defy my grandfather's orders..." Lao Tie, beside himself with rage, bellowed incoherently.

Those two broken junk items that Lao Tie looked down on made him retreat step by step, covering him in flying sparks; Wu Tie even saw that on Lao Tie's two arms, extremely tiny speckled marks had appeared.

The material used by these two metal figures actually resembles that used by Lao Tie's own body.

Even if the quality is somewhat inferior, it's at least not far off; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to damage Lao Tie's remarkably sturdy physique.

Lao Tie noticed the marks appearing on his arms faster than Wu Tie did, and he cursed even more vehemently out of anger.

"You good-for-nothings, good-for-nothings... a bunch of shameless things... you lot, having absolutely no chance of 'Opening Wisdom' or 'Chaos Metamorphosis', these lowly trash, actually used such high-grade materials... have you all gone mad? Or are you just mad?"

"Opening Wisdom? Chaos Metamorphosis?" the Mist Blade Chief Steward, already retreated far away, was protected at the core by the three remaining high-ranking members of the Mist Blade.

Hearing Lao Tie's roar, the Mist Blade Chief Steward thoughtfully nodded: 'It seems you know many ancient secrets... if we could capture you alive, that would be great...'

Lao Tie was howling when suddenly the ten fingers of his two arms lit up, ten red lights several meters long spewing from his fingertips.

The red light violently vibrated, emitting a 'humming' roar; the ten red lights were like ten light swords, following a strange trajectory as they enveloped the two metal figures. The metal figures couldn't dodge in time, being sliced by the ten red lights across their bodies, leaving deep gashes.

A large amount of viscous, magma-like fluid flowed from within the two metal figures; they let out low growls, and their arms suddenly jerked.

Just like Lao Tie's ten fingers when they mutated, the ends of the metal figures' arms likewise sprayed out blood-colored strong light.

The blood-colored strong light, several meters long, trembled like a vibrating sword, emitting a 'humming' sound.

Lao Tie let out a strange shout: 'The person who made you... must be crazy... with just that little capacity in your bellies... how could you possibly support...'

Before his words finished, the light swords spewing from Lao Tie's ten fingers suddenly dimmed, and his two arms drooped weakly.

Lao Tie slapped himself across the face: 'Jinx... it's my own grandfather who couldn't hold out first.'

The two metal figures lunged forward, four blood lights on their four arms crisscrossing wildly as they wildly hacked and slashed at Lao Tie.

Lao Tie, guarding Wu Tie behind him, could only block left and right with his two arms; amid a 'hissing' sound, his arms and torso were cut into gashes about an inch deep.

Lao Tie let out an anguished 'ao wu' roar, yelling and cursing like a mad dog.

Wu Tie trembled all over; this was the first time he had seen Lao Tie truly injured. These two, likewise ancient relics, possessed the ability to inflict grave wounds or even behead Lao Tie!

Their arms likewise housed powerful weapons from antiquity.

Countless strands of blood light wrapped around Lao Tie, faintly also enveloping Wu Tie. Wu Tie stared wide-eyed, enduring the pain from his left arm, he suddenly rolled, sliding out from under Lao Tie's belly, his body nearly skimming the ground, and in an instant arrived at the foot of one metal figure.

The armor on his left arm flowed aside, revealing the entire arm wrapped in dark, smoldering flames.

The arm was burned until the skin split and flesh tore; the bottle of white liquid he had just taken continued to constantly repair the damaged arm. Wu Tie endured the excruciating pain from his pierced right chest wound, as well as the unbearable itch from tissue growth within the wound, and he fiercely grabbed the ankle of a metal figure with his left hand.

His left hand's five fingers trembled violently; the metal figure's surface lit up with flowing blood-colored light, countless fine strands of blood light like hair intertwined vertically and horizontally, forming an exquisite, complex pattern that wrapped around the metal figure's lower leg.

Wu Tie's fingers felt as if they were grasping diamond; the recoil force made his arm emit a 'crack-crack' sound.

The metal figure suddenly lowered its head, its cold, merciless blood light locking onto Wu Tie; it raised its right arm, about to slash down.

Wu Tie screamed hoarsely: 'Break it open for me!'

Heedless, he threw all the primordial gang he had cultivated in his body these days into a single gamble, blasting it entirely into his left index finger.

The first phalanx of his left index finger suddenly lit up with a strange light that seemed to encompass all colors, yet its dark, deep glow gave an incredibly dazzling illusion. At the instant Wu Tie's primordial gang was devoured, the vibration frequency of this bone reached an astonishing hundreds of millions of times.

The blood-colored pattern array snapped with a "pop", and the next moment the metal person's entire right leg shattered from the base of the thigh.

The black thigh exploded into countless metal fragments, and an astonishing amount of bright light shot out, like a vast river being gulped down in one swallow by the first phalanx of Wu Tie's index finger.

Wu Tie's entire left arm ignited with a dark, deep flame.

The metal person lost a leg, his body suddenly lost balance, and he toppled awkwardly to one side.

Lao Tie's eyes spewed two strands of substantive blood light; the blood light sliced through the metal person's body like a blade, cutting off his right arm at the shoulder.

Wu Tie roared, enduring the pain from his burning left arm, he fiercely leapt up and jabbed his left index finger hard into the waist of another metal person. He roared, shouting with all his strength, "Go!"

The left hand's finger bone, as if having taken a frenzy potion, vibrated at a higher frequency.

With a tremendous bang, the second metal person's entire waist shattered, exploding from the waist into upper and lower body sections.

A large amount of high-temperature fluid, like molten rock, spewed from the metal person's body; nearly a third of his torso shattered, turning into streaming light that poured into Wu Tie's left index finger.

Dark, deep flames flared up all over Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie's flesh all over was burnt to the point of emitting blue smoke, and faintly one could hear a sizzling sound like meat slices thrown onto a red-hot iron plate.

Wu Tie's vision went black; he could no longer bear the pain radiating from his whole body, his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.

Lao Tie cursed angrily, he flung his lowered arms upward, and the last twelve arrows flashing with blood light screamed out from his arms, swarming like headless flies toward the dense mist-blade assassins not far away.

All along, Lao Tie had been trying to avoid inflicting too many casualties on the mist-blade assassins.

He deliberately avoided large-scale casualties.

But seeing Wu Tie severely wounded, and wounded in such a puzzling way, Lao Tie seemed to have broken through some limit once more, and he unhesitatingly dealt a heavy blow to the mist-blade assassins present.

On the twelve arrows, tiny blood-colored runes lit up one by one, and a "dit-dit" sound kept emanating from within the arrows, as if some strange change was taking place inside them.

The arrows traced blood-colored arcs to the heads of the mist-blade assassins, and amid a booming "boom-boom" roar, the arrows exploded.

This time, the exploding arrows spewed not a pale blue‑white, frightening but inwardly restrained flame, but a crimson, violent, raging blaze.

Each arrow detonated, the crimson high‑temperature flame burst forth a visible shockwave, sweeping a radius of several hundred meters. Hordes of mist‑blade assassins howled, thousands of attendant warriors wailed, and all were engulfed by the firelight.

The entire mist‑blade camp was almost completely covered by the firelight.

Large numbers of low‑level mist‑blade assassins and attendant warriors were blown to pieces; even those assassins and warriors whose cultivation was strong enough were hurled far away by the firelight, each suffering violent internal tremors, blood spurting from their seven orifices as they collapsed and writhed in agony.

The explosion was merely a moment's work; Lao Tie grabbed Wu Tie, whose whole body radiated high heat, with both arms, turned, and rushed into the nearest passage entrance.

The Mist Blade Chief Steward's face twitched violently, and he snarled grimly: "Dead, I want the corpse; alive, I want the person… pursue them, kill, kill, kill!"

Just as the three "kill" characters left his lips, a lovely long chant drifted from another passage entrance.

"Under heaven and earth, only I am eternal."

A black wooden ship a hundred meters long glided out of the passage, its prow crowded with men and women, old and young, dressed in splendid attire.

Then came another wooden ship, and another after that…

In the short span of a tea break, over thirty hundred‑meter wooden ships surged out of the passage, mighty auras shooting up to the sky, and the Mist Blade Chief Steward's face darkened instantly.