Chapter 674: Ou Yezi's Sword

Wu Tie stomped hard on the mountain peak with both feet.

The mountain peak rumbled, Blood Light blazed, a tremendous force firmly protected the peak, leaving it unscathed under Wu Tie's violent stomp, and a huge rebound force sent Wu Tie shooting forward like an arrow from a bow, 'whoosh' far ahead.

Mountain peaks erupted with booming roars, Wu Tie darted between them like a flea.

Two Gold Armored War Puppets closely followed Wu Tie, leaping just as swiftly, staying right behind him. Occasionally, a glimmer flashed in their hands, and they would conjure spears shimmering with cold light out of thin air, hurling them at Wu Tie like thunderbolts.

Wu Tie's figure flickered rapidly, spears with flowing runes constantly appeared, barely grazing his body.

Spears as thick as an ordinary person's arm, when they struck the mountain peak shrouded in Blood Light, produced continuous booms, exploding into countless iron specks the size of sesame seeds that scattered.

Ou Yezi chased after him in a sorry state.

This fortress was unfriendly to spellcasters, suppressing all evasion techniques; Ou Yezi's evasion art was not top‑tier, his airborne evasion speed was a bit slower than Wu Tie's earlier, roughly comparable to an ordinary nag's gallop.

He could only watch helplessly as Wu Tie leapt away far ahead, with two Gold Armored War Puppets close behind.

"Prince An Huo Xiong… spineless bandit… brat, you've slaughtered many of Great Wei's experts—do you dare fight me to the death?" Ou Yezi waved his banner with his left hand and flicked his feather fan with his right, sending out roaring fire dragons that continually blasted toward Wu Tie.

But Wu Tie ran too fast; the fire dragons Ou Yezi unleashed were too slow to catch him!

Wu Tie, with the two Gold Armored War Puppets, ran over a hundred li, turned a bend, and ran back toward the direction he had come from.

Ou Yezi was panting as he ran when he suddenly saw Wu Tie coming back; a surge of joy filled him, heedless of consequence, he waved his banner and instantly a blaze surged across the ground, azure‑blue flames sweeping the empty space for dozens of li.

Wu Tie laughed long, he formed a Fire‑Repelling Spell, and saw a ring of spiritual light flicker around him; the azure‑blue flames could not approach within ten zhang, instantly vanishing, and even the temperature near him hardly rose.

Ou Yezi stared wide‑eyed in shock—this was a divine ability, and moreover a divine ability specifically designed to counter the Five Elements Dao Law.

Such a divine ability might not be rare in the primordial era, but in this degenerate age where cultivation arts have been crippled and strictly regulated, a divine ability like the Fire‑Repelling Spell that nullifies fire attacks is astonishing.

Ou Yezi's whole repertoire of divine abilities lay in fire; Wu Tie's Fire‑Repelling Spell could shatter flames and keep them from nearing him, effectively neutralizing over ninety percent of Ou Yezi's combat power.

"Damn it…" Ou Yezi cursed, he casually tossed his banner, letting it turn into a layer of sticky fire light shielding his whole body, then swept his left sleeve, and dozens of swords, wandering‑fish‑like and varying in length and width, shot out through the air.

These swords differed in color and shape, yet all flew with great speed—some silent, some emitting a sharp 'hiss' as they tore through the air, and a few roared like thunder, astonishingly mighty.

If the Great Wei Mohists' art of mechanism war puppets is unrivaled among the three kingdoms, then the Great Wei Ou clan's forging skill has no equal.

The Ou clan produced only grandmaster‑level founders; swords, spears, blades, halberds—every kind of divine weapon was forged with exquisite perfection.

Especially, each generation's Ou Yezi must forge nine swords worthy of being called "legendary heirloom blades" to qualify to compete and inherit the name Ou Yezi; every sword forged by his hand is surely a treasure coveted by the high‑ranking clans of Great Wei.

Generally, aside from Great Wei's elite, no noble of the other two states could hope to obtain a divine weapon forged by Ou Yezi, no matter the price.

Dozens of swords hung in the air, their menace faintly forming a sword formation.

Wu Tie threw himself forward, heedless of the swords' edges, and slammed into them.

Ou Yezi burst out laughing: "You brats, you're asking for death—don't blame me."

Ou Yezi burst out laughing, he gathered his mana and drove the dozens of swords; instantly the sky filled with sword light, each blade drawing out hundreds of zhang of radiance like long rainbows slashing down from above.

Wu Tie charged forward and solidly collided with the sword formation.

Clang‑clang rang out continuously, Wu Tie's clothes were shredded to dust and fell as ash; sparks flew where the sword light struck him, and the immense impact forced his speed to slacken a little.

Wu Tie's body is now extraordinarily tough; even a Divine Manifestation Realm elder's own forged Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon cannot crack his hide—instead it would be notched by his flesh. To wound him, only an Innate Spirit Weapon will do.

Yet Ou Yezi's sword formation, with long sword‑energies crisscrossing and stabbing, made Wu Tie feel piercing pain all over, his body torn open by fine, varying‑depth wounds.

Wu Tie stared in shock, then his eyes suddenly brightened.

What a formidable Ou Yezi—though these dozens of swords fall short of an Innate Spirit Weapon in divine‑ability transformation and spirituality, in toughness and sharpness they are its equal.

"Fine sword… old fogey… Great Wei, Ou clan, the way of sword forging is indeed formidable." Wu Tie's mind flashed with data on Great Wei's clans, and he instantly knew Ou Yezi's origin.

Ou Yezi stared at Wu Tie in astonishment—these dozens of swords are the painstakingly gathered masterpieces of his long life; on average, only one every thousand years, personally refined by him, qualifies to become his personal divine weapon.

Even a Gold Iron Person could easily cleave these swords.

Moreover, Ou Yezi had laid down a defective sword formation he'd obtained from a primordial relic; once the "Positive‑Negative Five Elements Exterminate Evil Sword Formation" was set up, the power of these swords increased by more than double.

With such swords and such a formation, all they could leave Wu Tie were merely non‑lethal wounds?

"What monster are you?" Ou Yezi stared at Wu Tie in terror, knowing full well that lately many of Great Wei's elders had fallen because of Wu Tie, and he had carefully reviewed Wu Tie's intel.

"Nine Turns Mysterious Skill—could it really be this formidable?" Ou Yezi snapped angrily, "Old man, I don't believe it."

"Under heaven, no one can resist a sword forged by Ou Yezi… if someone can, they're not human." Ou Yezi roared with fury, maintaining the sword formation to trap Wu Tie while exhaling a blast of chilling light.

As the chilling light emerged, the heavens and earth turned icy cold.

Bone‑chilling sword intent filled the void, making even Wu Tie shiver involuntarily.