Chapter 660

The sword is truly a fine sword.

It's over six feet long, with a blade three fingers wide, narrow and razor‑sharp. The blade is a uniform bluish‑white, neither metal nor jade, and feels icy to the touch—truly wondrous.

Upon close inspection, a thin river seems to roll and surge along the sword's spine, and if you listen closely you can hear the sound of its waves roaring.

Wu Tie gripped the longsword, gave a light forward slash, and felt the blade shudder as a massive, irresistible force burst out, filling the empty space before him and tearing everything in its path to pieces.

"What a fine sword, truly a fine sword." Wu Tie watched the giant dragon boat sailing away, shaking his head and chuckling: "All right, for the sword's sake I won't bring up how the venerable Supreme Grand Elder of the Gong Sun clan ambushed this king and yet couldn't disgrace him."

This sword is actually an innate spiritual weapon—admittedly the weakest of its kind, yet still an innate spiritual entity, born with an immensely powerful force and strong innate spirituality, making its power truly terrifying.

Gong Sun Xiu Niang was compelled to discard this spiritual weapon, for she truly feared that Wu Tie's loose tongue would spread the news and embarrass her.

"You're a beautiful person, why have you turned to thievery? Someone like you has no place on the battlefield." Wu Tie gently brushed the blade of the longsword named 'Han River' and whispered: "I can tell you're full of killing intent, yet you can't let even a hint of it show—clearly you've never seen battle."

"You fearsome battlefield rookie, are you here just to die?"

No one replied to Wu Tie's question, and no one explained to him the distinctive makeup of the major clans of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom.

Great Wei's clans each fulfill their roles, some have turned their skills into art, yet like the Mohist elder ancestor and Gong Sun Xiu Niang, they have never seen battle, never properly engaged in combat.

Thus Wu Tie laid a trap that drew out thirteen Divine Manifestation Realm elders; furious, the numerous clan elders of Great Wei swarmed forth from their strongholds.

"They really have poured out of their nests…" Linghu Buhuo flickered into existence behind Wu Tie, handing him the latest military report: "In the whole Wei capital, only three imperial clan Divine Manifestation Realm elders are left to hold the line; everyone else has come here."

Wu Tie's eyes gleamed as he stared at Linghu Buhuo: "Truly? They've all poured out of their nests? The old nest has only three left?"

Linghu Buhuo gave a slow nod: "They really have poured out of their nests; the old nest has only three left. Hmm, even I'm feeling tempted—if this isn't a trap but truly the case, then if we were to storm the Wei capital… what a spectacle that would be."

Wu Tie narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long moment.

This really is… what are these old timers of Great Wei up to?

Could they really be aiming to destroy the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom in one stroke?

Xiahou Lu Ming personally announced the declaration of war against the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom, and the news has already reached Qingqiu City.

Linghu Qingqing burst into anger, likewise sounding the alarm and rallying with all his strength the Divine Manifestation Realm elders of Qingqiu Divine Kingdom's major armies and major clans.

After a complicated exchange of interests at court, Linghu Qingqing likewise personally led roughly twelve hundred Divine Manifestation Realm elders, together with the newly reorganized massive Forbidden Army, marching in grand array to the Three Kingdoms battlefield.

The day after Linghu Qingqing reached the Three Kingdoms battlefield, under a sky‑filled cold wind, he and Xiahou Lu Ming confronted each other in the void, exchanging remarks that Wu Tie considered completely pointless yet felt obliged to utter.

Xiahou Lu Ming accused Linghu Qingqing of plotting to seize the throne and harming their own family's bloodline, the Tushan Hall lineage.

Linghu Qingqing dropped the facade, accusing Xiahou Lu Ming of hypocrisy and shamelessness, invoking the Tushan Hall lineage as an excuse to interfere arbitrarily in Qingqiu Divine Kingdom's internal affairs.

The two hurled insults at each other from high above, while their nations had planted countless spies and informants, learning every sort of royal and courtly scandal.

No one knows who spoke first, but the two God Emperors, in the void facing the millions of troops of both sides, began exposing each other's shameful deeds.

They hurled insults at each other's parents, then went on to condemn their ancestors back a hundred generations.

When their faces flushed red and their ears burned, Linghu Qingqing, being from a military family, flared with shame and anger, instantly drew his saber and slashed at Xiahou Lu Ming.

Xiahou Lu Ming refused to back down, wielding a horsetail whisk and a longsword, and he and Linghu Qingqing began to clash with a clanking sound.

Countless soldiers on both sides stared in disbelief as the two God Emperors personally clashed—a rare sight indeed.

Until Wu Tie rushed to a large drum, grabbed the drumsticks and personally beat it to cheer Linghu Qingqing on; then the countless soldiers reacted, and suddenly war drums, horns, cheers, shouts, and the clamor of weapons striking shields and armor rang out, nearly lifting half of the Three Kingdoms battlefield.

The two exalted God Emperors exchanged a few moves; in the end, Xiahou Lu Ming is a wealthy emperor who has never left the Wei capital in his life, accustomed to ease and luxury. Though his cultivation is slightly superior to Linghu Qingqing's, his combat ability is far inferior.

In a moment of carelessness, Linghu Qingqing publicly unleashed the Three Heads and Six Arms divine ability, striking Xiahou Lu Ming's back with a returning‑horse saber blow.

Xiahou Lu Ming wore three layers of armor and three layers of battle garments, each a mighty treasure of extreme defensive strength; yet despite that, Linghu Qingqing's strike was immensely powerful, breaking through six layers of defense and leaving a deep gash down to the bone on Xiahou Lu Ming's back.

Fresh blood spurted out with a splash.

Xiahou Lu Ming's tears also welled up with a splash.

All his life Xiahou Lu Ming has known only ease and luxury; from birth onward his fingers have never been pricked by a needle, and he has never tasted any hardship.

Suddenly struck by that blow, Xiahou Lu Ming staggered backward, dragging his long horsetail whisk as he turned and fled, scattering variegated divine blood along the way; each drop of plasma that hit the ground shook the earth and shattered dozens of towering mountains.

On the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom side, countless soldiers cheered in unison, while the Divine Manifestation elders of the Linghu clan nodded slightly, unable to hide their smug satisfaction.

On the Great Wei Divine Kingdom side, morale plummeted sharply.

Thirteen pillars of light from fallen gods still stood there, each representing the fall of a Great Wei deity.

Now the two nations' God Emperors battle openly, and Xiahou Lu Ming has suffered a crushing defeat—a huge blow to morale, as several top‑tier clan elders of Great Wei let out heavy, disdainful snorts and fixed Xiahou Lu Ming with a hostile stare.

Linghu Qingqing unleashed the Heaven‑Earth Embodiment divine ability, swelling his body to tens of thousands of feet tall while retaining the three‑headed, six‑armed form, brandishing his saber and roaring: "Great Wei villains, dare you invade my Qingqiu? Having come, you shall stay—you need not return!"

Linghu Qingqing laughed a few times, then swung his saber forward.

The newly reorganized Qingqiu Forbidden Army commanded sixty thousand brand‑new warships, which shot up from the mountain range behind the military city where Wu Tie was stationed and swiftly formed a neat square volley‑fire warship formation.

Boom, boom‑boom!

A deep, rhythm‑strong rumbling shook the earth, making it tremble faintly.

Column after column of hundred‑foot‑wide light pillars roared straight at the nearest military city of the Great Wei side, slamming squarely into the

The thick city defense boundary trembled violently, light pillars exploded, shaking the earth and mountains, causing the Great Wei soldiers whose morale had already collapsed half on the city walls to lose footing, shivering and shrinking back against the walls, too afraid to raise their heads.

"Battle ship? Hah!" said a Divine Manifestation Realm Elder from the Mohist school on the Great Wei side, his eyes bloodshot, letting out a low, stern rebuke.

Behind the military city shrouded in smoke and dust, the Great Wei side likewise launched tens of thousands of warships into the sky, forming a neat volley fire warship formation, and they bombarded the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom's warship formation with chaotic barrage.

Neither side's tens of thousands of warships dodged, for there were too many and no room to evade.

Tens of thousands of warships shimmered with flowing light, their defense formations and various restrictions linking together into a single organic whole, which then unleashed a fierce barrage at the enemy warships.

In the void, only flowing light could be seen flying about, while the deep rumbling and massive explosions seemed poised to shatter a person's internal organs.

Amid the roar, the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom's side saw the five major armies—Xiang clan, Zhao clan, Sun clan, Li clan, and Wu clan—each sending two Divine Manifestation Realm Elders soaring into the sky, a total of ten Divine Manifestation Realm adepts clad in heavy armor, flying with mighty vigor toward the Great Wei military city.

"Great Wei villain, dare you fight?" Xiang Feiyu brandished a heavy axe, standing in the void and bursting into loud laughter.

Two Divine Manifestation Realm Elders from the Mohist school rose into the air, joining forces as countless metal components flew from their sleeves, swiftly forming a metal small city spanning several li in the void; thereafter eight Great Wei Elders ascended, embodying flowing light to take residence in the small city.

"Come, if you dare attack!" Xiahou Dong, of the Xiahou clan imperial family, scowled and crooked his finger at Xiang Feiyu and the others.

Xiahou Dong's heart bled, for Xiahou Miao and Xiahou Zheng—those killed by the scheming of Wu Tie—were his juniors whom he favored, the future reserve force destined to suppress the Xiahou clan's fortune and defend its imperial authority.

Two deities of the Xiahou clan died; this was a huge weakening of the power of the entire imperial family.

So, Xiahou Dong must do something.

Xiang Feiyu and the others jumped out to challenge, and Xiahou Dong was the first to step forward.

Of course, the Divine Realm elders of Great Wei would not act recklessly like these crude fellows from the Green Hill Divine Kingdom. Great Wei's elders are delicate and precious, most of them being spell cultivators, and close-quarters combat is not their forte.

So, in general they must possess a Mohist portable military city before the Great Wei Divine Realm elders will clash with the enemy.

Usually they purchase such a portable military city from the Mohists as a backup, but today it's fortunate: two Mohist elders have joined forces to attack, and their own military city is obviously of much higher quality than the ones sold externally.

Boom—boom—boom, on the walls of the small military city, cracks split open one after another, and small light cannons flipped out; near the small light cannons, bronze-armored and silver-armored puppets likewise emerged from the walls.

At first glance, the bronze-armored puppets could number over three thousand, and the silver-armored puppets over two hundred.

These puppets, when formed into a military formation, could match the combat power of five or six Divine Realm experts.

Ten Great Wei Divine Realm experts garrisoned the military city, holding large quantities of talismans and thunder pearls in their hands, and some set up an altar, preparing a formidable Five Elements Dao Art.

The more than three thousand bronze- and silver-armored puppets were arrayed in neat formations and actively advanced toward Xiang Feiyu and the others.

Flowing light flickered on the puppets' bodies; the aura of all the puppets flowed as one, quickly strengthening to rival that of a Divine Realm being, and they steadily pressed forward.

Xiang Feiyu and the others simultaneously whistled, then immediately unleashed their divine abilities and attacked.

Wu Tie stood on the city wall, watching Xiang Feiyu and the others temporarily unable to escape from the puppet formation; then, inside the small military city, large numbers of talismans and thunder pearls, along with various long-range flying swords and knives, and spells of all types, surged out like a tide.

In just a quarter of an hour, Xiang Feiyu and the others all suffered serious injuries, but the more than three thousand puppets were completely destroyed.

Covered in bleeding wounds, Xiang Feiyu and the others rushed straight at the military city.

Inside the city, Xiahou Dong and the others again used the city's defenses to inflict some additional damage on Xiang Feiyu and the others; Xiang Feiyu and the others then erupted, smashing the city walls into rubble, whereupon Xiahou Dong and the others left the military city and engaged Xiang Feiyu and the others in an all-out fight.

One side rested and recuperated, the other had fought for a long time; in terms of stamina, Xiahou Dong and his group undoubtedly held an absolute advantage.

However, in terms of fighting will and determination, Xiang Feiyu and the others virtually overwhelmed the opposition.

Twenty Divine Realm masters from each side clashed in a melee, fighting so intensely that the surrounding mountains collapsed and the earth split, rivers ceased flowing, several large lakes were completely evaporated; in the short time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the two sides suddenly separated, and Xiahou Dong and the others flew back with grim expressions.

Xiang Feiyu and the others also coughed up blood in big mouthfuls, loudly mocking as they retreated in the direction of Xiahou Dong and the others.

Wu Tie saw that Xiang Feiyu and his group had gained some advantage on the surface, but in reality both sides had suffered mutual losses, nobody came out well, and everyone had sustained serious injuries.

But their injuries were all measured, very measured.

Nobody's injury was truly irreparable, the kind that requires a long time to heal.

Their wounds looked gruesome, but after taking some Great Dao precious pills and resting carefully for a month or so, they could recover quite well, with no harm to their cultivation or foundation.

When the Divine Realm beings on both sides withdrew, the fiercely bombarding fleet formations also ceased firing and gradually retreated.

Wu Tie saw that the cannon barrels of tens of thousands of warships had become red-hot; as they retreated, hot air swirled around the barrels, causing the hulls to twist and deform.

Despite such fierce bombardment, the fleet formations' defenses were adequate, and the total number of warships truly lost amounted to fewer than twenty!

Wu Tie also sighed in amazement; this was the first time he had witnessed such a 'peaceful' battle.

Over the next several days, Wu Tie stood on the city walls to watch the battle; the daily routine was always the same—first the fleet formations of both sides would rush out and exchange a barrage of 'boom—boom—boom', and then either the Green Hill Divine Kingdom or Great Wei would naturally have seven or eight Divine Realm experts jump out to challenge.

When the other side sent out challengers, this side immediately dispatched a comparable number of men to meet them, and then it became a heaven-shattering, earth-splitting great battle.

After days of fierce fighting, the two countries together lost perhaps a hundred or so warships, while the Divine Realm elders' losses amounted to just one arm!

Yes, just one arm, and it was the Green Hill Divine Kingdom's arm.

A cousin of Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie, an old man named Xiang Tiange, got worked up in the battle, his blood surged and made him dizzy; he alone charged into the enemy's portable military city, and was violently beaten by a barrage from twelve enemy Divine Realm experts of the same rank.

The old man was beaten to a sorry state, nearly losing his life; he hurriedly self-destructed one of his arms, thereby forcing back the besieging enemies, and fled back in a sorry state.

After days of fierce fighting, the many elders lost nothing but a single arm.

Wu Tie stared, mouth agape; even in the Green Hill Divine Kingdom's camp, someone was dissatisfied.