Chapter 651

Gods fall.

Internal Dao patterns and rhythms, the primordial energy of heaven and earth slowly released, leisurely returning to heaven and earth.

The Cao Clan Ancestor's cultivation far surpasses that of Xiahou Mou, so the mighty dragon‑like pillar of light becomes even thicker; a pillar several li thick shoots straight up into the sky, and even on a rare sunny day it remains clearly visible within a million li.

The eleven Great Wei Ancestors scattered to search, their escape light swift, covering ten thousand li in an instant.

Wu Tie positioned the altar just six million li from Qingfeng City—a distance of only a few hundred breaths—when a Great Wei Qin Clan ancestor arrived within eyeshot of the pillar of light.

In the deep valley, Linghu Buhuo and the other ancestors hid their forms; only Xiang Feiyu, Xiang Feixie, and Zhao Xiang of the Zhao Clan, clad in heavy armor, stood boldly at the edge of the altar.

Wu Tie crouched on the ground as the Cao Clan Ancestor's divine body was shattered; three exquisite storage jade rings hovered several feet above the ground, and Wu Tie carefully performed a secret technique, gradually wearing away the seals on the rings.

After all, a god remains a god; even though fallen, the seals prepared beforehand remain extraordinarily strong, and ordinary people could never hope to take his storage jade rings.

A faint sound of tearing air arrived, and a shocking ten‑thousand‑zhang‑long celestial rainbow instantly tore through the void, appearing above the deep valley.

The Qin Clan Ancestor lowered his head and instantly saw Wu Tie breaking the seal, as well as Xiang Feiyu and his companions boldly standing and laughing at the altar's edge.

Countless thoughts flashed through the Qin Clan Ancestor's mind in an instant.

Wu Tie… merely a half‑step into the divine realm.

Xiang Feiyu, Xiang Feixie, and Zhao Xiang—old rivals locked in enmity for tens of thousands of years.

The four of them joined forces, but unless they met him head‑on, they could do nothing to him in a short time…

The Qin Clan Ancestor's eyes narrowed; he flung his right hand, sending a bolt of blood light shooting straight up into the sky, where it rapidly exploded. Continuous blasts rang out, the blood light bursting into a blood‑red cloud hundreds of li across, which then spewed out countless fine threads of blood light that flew far away before detonating again.

Soon the blood cloud covered a vast expanse of sky, plainly visible even tens of millions of li away.

The Qin Clan Ancestor let out a long roar, and a blazing Nine Dragon Fire Shield burst from his body; nine fire dragons each a hundred zhang long coiled and danced, spewing flames that enveloped him, tightly protecting him within.

He pointed with both hands, and two thunderclaps rang out as two purple longswords spewed lightning, striking down like lightning into the deep valley.

The purple longswords became lightning, bursting into countless wrist‑thick bolts that rained down, covering half of the deep valley.

Caught off guard, Xiang Feiyu and his companions staggered; Xiang Feixie and Zhao Xiang barely dodged the shower of lightning bolts, while Xiang Feiyu grunted as two bolts struck him, a purple sword condensing within the lightning and with a puff slicing off a large chunk of his shoulder.

Xiang Feiyu's wound gushed blood like a spring.

This is a heavenly‑dao divine weapon personally forged by the Qin Clan Ancestor, painstakingly refined for tens of thousands of years with unknown precious ingredients, heart‑blood, and starlight essence; its quality and power are not inferior to ordinary innate spiritual treasures.

Thus, fine threads of lightning coiled around the wound, and no matter how Xiang Feiyu circulated his blood energy, the injury showed no sign of healing.

Moreover, the lightning kept exploding, repeatedly re‑injuring the wound, which seemed to be slowly expanding.

"Qin Lao Gui," Xiang Feiyu exclaimed, flopping on the ground and rolling twice before barely dodging the successive strikes of the flying swords.

A god's methods are never as simple as they appear; the Qin Clan Ancestor's two flying swords unleashed a sky‑filling thunder that was not only immensely destructive but also formed its own miniature world, possessing extraordinarily strong binding power.

After being struck by a sword, Xiang Feiyu found it increasingly difficult to escape the area shrouded in lightning.

In the instant the heavenly thunder fell, Wu Tie's Five Elements Divine Light flared behind him, shattering the seals on the three storage jade rings and drawing them into his Five Elements Small World. His body shifted, turning into a piercing rainbow that shot upward, tracing a graceful arc to avoid the descending thunder and arriving behind the Qin Clan Ancestor.

At the moment Xiang Feiyu was wounded, Wu Tie had already raised the God‑Striking Whip and lashed it down upon the Nine Dragon Fire Shield.

With a tremendous crash, the Nine Dragon Fire Shield's light dimmed sharply; the aura of the nine fire dragons dropped by more than half, the hundred‑zhang‑long dragons shrinking to seventy‑ or eighty‑zhang, while two of the dragons had their scales blown off, roaring in agonizing pain.

The Qin Clan Ancestor's body trembled, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Startled, the Qin Clan Ancestor turned his head to glance at Wu Tie; this youngster's cultivation is modest, merely a half‑step into the divine realm, yet his attack power is absolutely that of a true god, and among the god‑level experts the Qin Clan Ancestor knows, Wu Tie's assault ranks among the very best.

What is a mere half‑step into the divine realm worth?

The Qin Clan Ancestor's eyes fell on the God‑Striking Whip, a flash of shocked greed crossing his pupils: "Great Martial God State's national treasure, the Black Heaven Cauldron—have you ruined it into this state? Still, I must admit, this appearance… even I, the old ancestor, feel moved; truly a splendid treasure, a splendid treasure!"

How could a mere half‑step cultivator unleash the attack power of a high‑level god? This God‑Striking Whip is far more than just a fine treasure.

The Qin Clan Ancestor waved his right hand, and a palm‑sized hexagonal jade ring flew up; a sparkling cluster of dim light flickered within it, and instantly a shower of peach blossoms poured down from the sky.

One must say, the aesthetic of these Great Wei ancestors far surpasses that of the Great Martial and Green Hill peoples.

Earlier, the Cao Clan Ancestor's defensive secret treasure, the Luo Gai, released a vast canopy of emerald bamboo to shield his body; now the Qin Clan Ancestor attacks with a rain of heavenly flowers, and both bamboo and blossoms are equally magnificent and splendid.

By comparison…

Xiang Feixie shot into the sky, silently transforming into a three‑headed, six‑armed form, wielding a great axe, a great blade, and a wolf‑tooth club, his whole body flashing with blood‑light like a demon lord bursting from hell, and he fiercely charged forward.

Zhao Xiang's appearance was somewhat better than Xiang Feixie's, yet he too was shrouded in black smoke, standing a hundred zhang tall; his hands constantly rubbed together, and with a flick a gray‑white ghost‑fire lightning shot forth silently, slamming heavily into the Nine Dragon Fire Shield.

One like a demon king, the other like a ghost king.

Judging solely by the battlefield, there is no doubt the Qin Clan Ancestor is far too handsome.

But handsomeness sometimes can't fill your stomach.

Wu Tie spun the God‑Striking Whip above his head, and the pink peach blossoms drifting down shattered into dust, releasing a rich fragrance that instantly spread through the air.

Wu Tie quickly covered his nose and shouted loudly, "Beware of poison gas!"

The Qin Clan Ancestor, furious and embarrassed, bellowed: "Ignorant child, how could I, your old self, be such a vile wretch who uses poison gas? This is the aged peach wine I have painstakingly refined for ten thousand years…"

Wu Tie cut off the Qin Clan Ancestor's words: "So there's no poison after all… then why go to all this trouble making it so fragrant if you can't even use it to kill? It's nothing but pulling down your pants to fart—utterly pointless."

Wu Tie laughed gleefully as Xiang Feiyu rained hundreds of blows upon the Qin Clan Ancestor, then he chuckled: "Prince An knows nothing—these Great Wei fellows love their refined, cultured trinkets; some are fastidious, basically avoiding poison, curses, plagues, and evil things…"

With a roar, Zhao Xiang unleashed dozens of ghost‑fire lightning bolts onto the Nine Dragon Fire Shield; each strike was formidable enough to blast the scales off the nine fire dragons, shrinking each dragon by about a zhang.

Zhao Xiang's attack power falls short of the God‑Striking Whip, but its density far exceeds Wu Tie's all‑out whip barrage; overall, his steady, sustained output is even more maddening than the whip.

Zhao Xiang also said leisurely: "So when dealing with those Great Wei old white faces, as long as we avoid being hit by their personal divine weapons, we're basically safe… but when facing those Martial Madmen of Great Martial, we can't do that."

Xiang Feixie agreed with Zhao Xiang: "Those Great Martial fellows fear their killing power is low, so they dare use any vicious means… some even poison their own fangs… this bunch of scoundrels aren't afraid of biting off their tongues while eating, outright killing themselves."

Wu Tie burst out laughing: "Ah, I see—kid, you've broadened your horizons."

While laughing wildly, Wu Tie's Five Elements Divine Light lashed out behind him, slamming the Nine Dragon Fire Shield with chaotic blows; each strike felt like countless mountains smashing into his face, quickly dimming the shield's light and turning the nine fire dragons into feeble fire snakes, clearly unable to endure much longer.

The Qin Clan Ancestor gritted his teeth; a moon‑shaped jade pendant at his waist glowed with a hazy light, ready to activate this secret treasure and protect him the moment the Nine Dragon Fire Shield faltered.

Just hold on a little while, just a little while.

Suddenly, the Qin Clan Ancestor bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood onto the Nine Dragon Fire Shield.

The nine fire dragons, which had been suppressed to a length of only three or five zhang, suddenly blazed with fierce vigor, their dragon roars shaking heaven and earth; their bodies swiftly swelled to about a hundred zhang, and even the scales that had been blown away fully regenerated.

"You three joining forces, what can you do to me?" the Qin clan's old ancestor laughed loudly to the heavens, his laughter filled with a proud, self-satisfied heroic spirit.

Below, Xiang Feiyu released a completely black ghost-face shield, releasing a sticky blood qi that blocked the purple lightning falling from above; he step by step withstood the bombardment of the lightning, step by step flew up into midair, joining the encirclement of the Qin Old Ancestor.

"Qin Old Ghost, aren't you afraid of falling here?" Xiang Feiyu also transformed into a three-headed six-armed combat form, wielding three heavy weapons, charging before the Nine Dragon Fire Cover and unleashing a frenzied bombardment.

The Qin Old Ancestor gritted his teeth and smiled, two purple flying swords returned to his side, sweeping up vast blades of sword light that spun and slashed in all directions.

With a puchi sound, Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie each suffered several swords on their bodies; the two only cared about slashing and striking fiercely, completely ignoring their own defense—Xiang Feiyu was alright, having a shield protecting him, while Xiang Feixie had already become excited, his eyes blood-red and mouth frothing as he fell into a frenzied state.

The long sword cut three wounds on Xiang Feiyu's body, while on Xiang Feixie's body it pierced through repeatedly over a dozen times.

Xiang Feixie suffered successive injuries, yet his aura grew stronger and more terrifying; each of his strikes brought forth bloody flames and black thunder, wildly bombarding the Qin Old Ancestor like meteors falling.

Zhao Xiang's ghost-fire thunder strikes also grew ever faster; he opened his mouth and continuously spewed strands of grayish-white yin wind, incessantly striking the nine fire dragons.

Blood continuously flowed from the Qin Old Ancestor's mouth.

He gritted his teeth, his left hand suddenly trembled, and the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger of his left hand detached simultaneously, transforming into a vast sheet of Blood Light that with a swish rushed into the Nine Dragon Fire Cover.

The Nine Dragon Fire Cover's momentum surged again, heaven‑engulfing flames spreading outward; in the snap of a finger the nine fire dragons expanded to three hundred zhang in length, flames blazing, the close‑combat Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie let out a strange cry—their hair, eyebrows, and beards were instantly scorched clean, and their facial skin erupted with dozens of blisters large and small.

The flames' temperature was astonishing; the armor on Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie's bodies burned red‑hot, the hard plates visibly softened, the internal formation seals broke one after another, bursting out countless sparks.

Gritting their teeth, Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie launched a frenzied barrage of hundreds of moves at the Qin Old Ancestor, but finally unable to withstand the flames' scorching, they staggered away, bodies covered in fire and molten iron, fleeing in a sorry state.

Wu Tie cursed "reckless fool", the Five‑Element Divine Light swept over, instantly extinguishing all fire and smoke on the Xiang brothers; a cyan‑blue watery light wrapped around their bodies, dispelling their internal fire poison while nourishing their flesh and quickly healing their surface burns.

The Xiang bloodline's characteristic activated; the wounds of Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie had just barely healed, and their aura rose with a boom, instantly surpassing its previous level by a notch.

The more severe the injury, the greater the power gained upon healing!

The power of the Xiang bloodline is simply heaven‑defying and domineering.

"Come on…" Xiang Feiyu roared; this time he released two ghost‑face shields, exhaling a thick, gloomy blood qi that enveloped his whole body.

Xiang Feixie likewise unfurled a blood‑iron military flag; the vast killing qi and blood qi condensed into a cocoon of light that tightly enveloped him.

The two brothers simultaneously deployed the three‑headed six‑armed and heaven‑earth manifestation divine abilities; their three‑headed six‑armed forms swelled to a height of about a hundred zhang, roaring ah‑ah as they lunged again at the Qin Old Ancestor.

At that moment, a faint tearing‑of‑the‑air sound came from afar; three astonishingly long rainbows, swift as lightning, flew toward this spot.

The Qin Old Ancestor burst into loud laughter: "Friends, come quickly to aid; I have already held them here—this time I will surely make them suffer an irreversible loss…"

Before his words faded, Wu Tie, Zhao Xiang, Xiang Feiyu, and Xiang Feixie gathered their full strength and dealt a heavy blow; the Qin Old Ancestor's Nine Dragon Fire Cover light dimmed abruptly, and it was forcibly torn open a palm‑wide gap.

An extremely sharp and vicious arrow appeared out of thin air like a phantom, instantly piercing that fleeting gap.

With a puchi sound, the Qin Old Ancestor's skull was pierced by an arrow.

Wu Tie and the four of them joined forces, once again unleashing a heavy blow with all their might.

A light pillar, slightly thinner than that of the Cao Old Ancestor, shot up into the sky; in the distance, the three astonishingly long rainbows simultaneously let out hoarse, exhausted roars.

Don't let them escape…… Today, I will surely make the Old Ghosts of Qingqiu pay the price.