Chapter 672

Three Kingdoms battlefield, people filling every pit and valley.

Aristocratic descendants, ordinary soldiers, sinner prisoners filling the borders of major military cities in the battlefield, and sinner prisoners who have reproduced generation after generation, ultimately surviving as battlefield natives in the military cities.

Countless people, as far as the eye can see, filled the hilltops, slopes, and plains, each staring blankly, eyes wide, toward the final arena.

Those whose cultivation was insufficient stood on the ground.

Those whose cultivation was sufficient stood in the air.

The air was also packed tight with people, banners representing the great clans and great aristocratic families fluttering in the wind, making a whooshing sound.

Countless large and small warships also hovered in the air.

Many of these warships, during these three days, came rushing from the heart of the Three Kingdoms—these warships brought countless members of wealthy noble clans, and the Three Kingdoms' numerous powerful great clans almost all mobilized en masse.

Warships of all sizes floated in the air, as far as the eye could see; no one knew how many ships there were, or how many people were on each ship.

The Three Kingdoms' warships and the Three Kingdoms' people crowded together quite harmoniously, with no outbreak of the slightest dispute between them.

Everyone knew full well that the Three Kingdoms were about to face a great upheaval.

The gods' decree was clear: the Three Kingdoms' Divine Realm and Half-Step Divine Realm would battle to the death, and the sole survivor would become the Lord of the Three Kingdoms. This is a winner-takes-all situation—whoever finally wins, the vast three great divine kingdoms are destined to become his possession.

As for saying, resist?

It is impossible to resist.

Without a Divine Realm power of equal strength, how could one resist? A single Divine Realm elder could slaughter a city, could annihilate an army…… resistance is impossible.

Everyone waited here silently, anticipating.

If our nation wins, how wonderful that would be……

The Blood Light spraying from within the fortress grew ever more blinding, and a solemn, stern voice came from the distant heavens: 'Advance.'

Linghu Qingqing, the Martial Overlord, and the temporarily chosen leader of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom, Xiahou Rulong, exchanged a glance, lightly waved a hand, and led the charge into the Blood Light–shrouded fortress.

Wu Tie gave a faint smile, turned his head and glanced back.

In the direction of Longchi City, the Invincible Army and the Five Elements Spirits formed neat battle arrays, with thirty-six Four Spirit warships leading, tens of thousands of warships neatly hovering in the air.

Lao Tie gripped a long spear, standing on the Four Spirit warship, grinning at him. Seeing Wu Tie turn his head, Lao Tie hastily waved at him: 'Go on, go on, I have faith in you, kid…… Hmm, hurry up and finish, don't dawdle, wasting my time.'

Lao Tie had confidence in Wu Tie.

Wu Tie had already reached the Half-Step Divine Realm, and he cultivates the Primordial Classic.

Given the greatness of the Primordial Classic, Wu Tie at the Half-Step Divine Realm is in no way inferior to those seasoned Divine Realm elders. Moreover, having received the inheritances of the Peacock Bright King and the Great Peng Bright King, let alone anything else, the Five Elements Divine Light alone is enough for Wu Tie to dominate and look down on all.

Wu Tie wouldn't court death; he would find it hard to die even if he wanted to.

Especially, Lao Tie knew that Wu Tie still had some fortuitous encounter; otherwise, even with the Nine Turns Mystic Skill, Wu Tie's physical strength, especially his bones, would not be this formidable.

Lao Tie's pair of eyes are exceptionally sharp; back in the day, he had seen countless prominent figures of the times, his combat experience being extremely rich, and in Lao Tie's eyes, Wu Tie is nothing less than a primordial giant beast, far more dangerous than those Divine Realm elders beside him.

Lao Tie's actual combat power had in fact already reached the Divine Realm; this old fellow possesses a unique secret art that swiftly raises his cultivation and battle strength.

But he likewise has a secret art that suppresses his cultivation, preventing those so-called spirits from probing his depths.

He and Wu Tie share the same thought—someone must remain outside to guard Wu Tie's foundation. Thus, after communicating with Wu Tie's Yin-Yang Daoist avatar, Lao Tie restrained his aura, evaded the search, and stayed outside.

Lao Tie has enough confidence in Wu Tie; he doesn't think Wu Tie now needs him to follow him around like a nanny at all times.

Pei Feng stood beside Lao Tie.

She crossed her arms before her chest, smiling at Wu Tie: 'Rest easy, I'm watching over the entire Prince An's manor; nothing will happen.'

The gods scoured the Three Kingdoms, and all those whose cultivation met the standard were tallied by them.

Pei Feng's cultivation had reached the peak of the Fetal Storage Realm, but she was still a little short of the Half-Step Divine Realm, so she was not included in the list of participants for the duel.

Although she possessed a Secret Demon Body, after merging with it she had the battle strength of a Divine Realm…… but the Secret Demon Body is not her own cultivation, but rather an auxiliary-type secret treasure.

Therefore, once Wu Tie and the others enter the duel fortress, Pei Feng, wielding the actual battle strength of a Divine Realm, naturally has confidence to maintain the stability of Prince An's manor and safeguard its interests, merely awaiting Wu Tie's emergence from the duel fortress.

Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong brothers lightly tapped their chests with their right hands, firmly nodding at Wu Tie.

Their cultivation was likewise lacking somewhat, so they could only remain outside like Pei Feng.

Wu Jin and the others were anxious, yet they simultaneously felt full confidence in Wu Tie. For no reason, they simply were full of confidence in Wu Tie.

Back when the Wu family stronghold was attacked, Wu Tie, such a tiny little fellow, actually struggled out of that desperate situation and survived, and eventually opened up such a vast foundation, giving the Wu clan such a large space to live.

What reason do they have not to believe Wu Tie?

They are merely anxious, eager to see Wu Tie achieve final victory.

But they have never lost confidence.

Wu Tie's gaze swept over Li Ergouzi, Huang Lang, Huang Yu, Lan Changqing, Ximen Le, and others…… the core cadre Wu Tie had accumulated over the years, each one bringing their clansmen rushing here.

Upon seeing Wu Tie look over, they all simultaneously performed a great salute to Wu Tie.

The five‑element spirit warriors, under the Elders of each division, devoutly bowed and paid homage to Wu Tie.

They unconditionally believed Wu Tie would secure final victory… because Wu Tie is the reincarnation of their Holy Ancestor—how could the Holy Ancestor ever fail?

Impossible!

Wu Tie's gaze swept over everyone around him; he smiled and nodded, then leisurely took the four‑direction step, step by step walking into the fortress shrouded in Blood Light. A huge blood‑colored vortex churned, and Wu Tie's figure vanished.

In the next instant, Wu Tie arrived atop a mountain.

Blood clouds roiled from all directions, Blood Light filled the void, and an immensely powerful force strained to compress his soul power; Wu Tie's soul power could extend only over ten li before it could no longer expand outward at all.

Space became heavy and viscous, extraordinarily solid; Wu Tie tried, and breaking through the void to teleport became impossible—even the speed of ordinary evasion light slowed considerably. Wu Tie tried again, exerting his full strength in the Earth‑Traversing Golden Light technique, his speed was only a little over three times that of an ordinary thousand‑li horse.

Traveling three thousand li per day, from the outside this dueling fortress is about ten thousand li on each side; merely running a circuit from southeast to northwest would require exerting one's utmost to soar for three days and three nights.

What especially shocked Wu Tie was that the density of heavenly‑earth essence in the void was only one‑thousandth of that outside, and the essence had become extremely scarce and viscous, like glue, making its mobilization and absorption extraordinarily difficult.

This meant that inside, relying on external heavenly‑earth essence to replenish one's mana was virtually impossible.

Either one carries countless mana‑replenishing Grand Dao treasure pills, or… after exhausting one's mana, one can only rely on close‑quarters combat and can no longer employ divine abilities or secret arts.

The scarcity of external essence further reduced the power of all techniques and secret arts by more than half.

Techniques and secret arts are powerful precisely because they can mobilize external essence; a single thread of one's own mana can summon a hundred, thousand, or ten‑thousandfold addition of essence, thereby vastly amplifying the techniques' might.

But here…… the spell cultivators of Great Wei are going to suffer a loss.

They can only rely on their own mana when casting spells and secret arts, and can no longer draw on the heavenly and earthly essence of the outside world. Moreover, replenishing mana here is difficult; once the Great Wei spell cultivators exhaust their mana… heh, could one expect them to fight to the death with the warriors of Qingqiu and Great Wu?

Wu Tie raised his head to look at the sky and gave a cold smile.

Spell cultivators are spell cultivators precisely because they diligently practice various spells and secret arts; their souls are generally several times stronger than those of body cultivators.

And yet the dueling environment here is extraordinarily unfriendly to spell cultivators……

The gods' conduct is rather unsightly; they made no preparations to give Great Wei any chance of victory, intending instead to use the many warriors of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom and the Great Wu Divine Kingdom to slaughter these Great Wei spell cultivators completely.

One spell cultivator's soul crystal is comparable to several warriors' soul crystals……

When harvesting leeks, one naturally chooses the best quality to cut.

Two figures suddenly appeared behind Wu Tie; through the thin blood mist, two Great Wu half-step Divine Realm commanders clad in heavy armor and wielding long blades stared blankly, then let out a triumphant cry and charged at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie is not in the Divine Realm; he lacks the unique heavenly and earthly aura characteristic of Divine Realm beings.

Since they are half-step Divine Realm, two against one is definitely winnable… unlike the Divine Realm, the gap in strength between the first and second heavenly tiers of the Divine Realm can reach several times or even more than tenfold.

As for half-step Divine Realm, everyone's cultivation levels are not far apart.

According to common sense, the strength gap among half-step Divine Realm cultivators really isn't large, and it shouldn't be large.

Two against one is a piece of cake.

But Wu Tie is not 'common sense'; he is a 'monster' who breaks common sense!

Two Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon–grade long blades traced two arcs of cold light, whirling around Wu Tie like a tornado in a frenzied slash.

The constant 'ding-ding' sounds filled his ears; in the snap of a finger, Wu Tie had already sustained thousands of cuts.

Each slash that struck Wu Tie sent sparks flying, and the blade's edge shed tiny flakes.

The two unlucky fellows swung their blades too fast; their first strike hit Wu Tie, damaging their blades, causing their viscera to convulse and a bloody taste to surge into their mouths.

After they had finished slashing thousands of times, both long blades shattered simultaneously, their vision went dark, and they each spat out a mouthful of blood that flew far away.

Wu Tie laughed loudly; the Five Elements Divine Light swept behind him, and the two instantly became spotless—all their clothing, equipment, and even all their secret treasures and several storage devices were completely cleared away by him.

The two looked at Wu Tie, dazed and spiritless; Wu Tie laughed, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Wu Tie had barely taken two steps when a ferocious fire dragon came rolling out of the blood mist and slammed heavily into the two of them.

The cyan‑blue fire dragon was terrifyingly hot; caught off guard, and moreover suffering backlash from their damaged divine weapons, the two—whose combat power had been reduced by about half—were swept up by the fire dragon, and after just a few shrill screams they turned into two wisps of blue smoke that drifted away.

A clear voice rang out: 'Prince An Huo Xiong? What a coincidence… hand over their storage treasures and all the source crystals on your person, and I'll let you die a little more easily.'

An old man in a blue robe, with flame patterns on the cuffs and hem, holding a blazing banner in his left hand and a blue feather fan in his right—its face surrounded by countless fine breezes—broke through the blood mist and swiftly pursued Wu Tie.

Wu Tie immediately noticed the strange environment of this duel fort; the many Divine Realm elders of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom, who have lived for many years, reacted no slower than he did.

The Great Wei elders were, for a moment, as if struck on the head by a club, each one frightened by this hostile battlefield environment.

This is clearly intended to make these Great Wei elders, who are primarily spell cultivators, go to their deaths……

Outrageous, the gods are unjust!

The gods are unjust; all the offerings we have given them over the years have gone to feed dogs!

All the elders are smart people; in Great Wei, even a fool would not be selected by the family to be given the qualification to become a god.

They immediately understood that, to survive this duel, they needed vast amounts of source crystals, huge quantities of pills, and since external heavenly and earthly energy is so scarce, they must burn enormous resources to maintain their combat power and stay alive here.

When entering the duel fort, they had already notified their kin to extract massive resources from the family treasury and carry them on their persons.

But as things stand now, it is not enough.

Therefore, the blue‑clad old man swiftly chased after Wu Tie; as he pursued, light flickered around him, and two golden armor war puppets crafted by the Mohists simultaneously appeared, spewing fire from their feet and racing after Wu Tie at high speed.

Wu Tie's pupils contracted sharply.

Unlike these cultivators who rely on evasion techniques and supernatural powers to manipulate heavenly laws and fly through the skies and earth, here the void is sealed, and the cultivators' flight speed is suppressed to an extreme degree.

On the contrary, these war puppets fly in a direct, straightforward manner, like arrows shot from a bow and crossbow; thus their flight speed is not greatly suppressed, and their speed exceeds Wu Tie's by at least tenfold.

Wu Tie stared blankly, then he withdrew his Golden Earth Light emission and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Without using supernatural powers or secret arts, Wu Tie simply relied on his physical strength to sprint at full speed.

As soon as he started running, Wu Tie burst out laughing; indeed, in this battlefield where the void has been deliberately sealed, relying on physical strength to run—this primitive means of travel—is much faster than using evasion techniques.

Wu Tie's Golden Earth Light can only reach three times the speed of a swift horse, but Wu Tie himself sprinting with his formidable physical cultivation can far outpace a horse; if running in a straight line, he is at least a hundred times faster than a swift horse and a Benz.

Wu Tie's heart surged with heroic spirit; he originally already had confidence in his eventual victory.

Now, his confidence has surged a hundredfold, his self‑assurance is about to overflow.