Chapter 676: Letter of Allegiance

Sword intent surged, and Wu Tie felt a faint pain in his Divine Fetus.

The next moment, the main body of the Fuchai Sword appeared out of nowhere in Wu Tie's sea of consciousness, its sword light dense, directly facing his Divine Fetus.

A wisp of Ou Yezi's divine soul was lodged in the Fuchai Sword, and with a single glance he saw Wu Tie's Divine Fetus, towering over ten thousand feet, its body entwined with divine light, countless dragon-like Dao patterns coiling and dancing around it.

Ou Yezi stiffened all over, hanging in midair, stunned with fright for a moment.

For an ordinary cultivator at the Fetus Storage Realm, even the most perfectly refined Divine Fetus is usually about the same height as their physical body.

As for Divine Manifestation Realm cultivators, the even more powerful Divine Manifestation Realm elder Ou Yezi had never seen; the strongest experts he had seen were those at the fifth and sixth heavens of the Divine Manifestation Realm, whose Divine Fetus, measured by divine soul power, were no more than a few hundred feet tall.

But this freak Wu Tie, his Divine Fetus stands over ten thousand feet tall, roughly fifteen to sixteen thousand feet.

Moreover, this Divine Fetus is not a misty, fluffy state; its whole body is condensed like glazed vajra, extremely solid and pure, with countless great Dao runes swirling around it, like an ancient god deity guarded and worshipped by myriad heavenly dragons.

"You, you, you..." Taking advantage of the Fuchai Sword's peculiarity, Ou Yezi not only wanted to slash Wu Tie's physical body, but also wanted to directly sever his Divine Fetus.

Yet the Divine Fetus of Wu Tie that he saw was such a terrifying existence.

"Even the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique shouldn't... be like this..." Ou Yezi wanted to shout loudly, but there was no time left.

"You actually can wield a sword and face my Divine Fetus head-on?" Wu Tie furrowed his brows; his Divine Fetus was too miraculously powerful, he also knew how ordinary people's Divine Fetus stood, and his own, standing over ten thousand feet tall, was obviously extraordinarily exceptional.

Suddenly, the God-Beating Whip appeared above Wu Tie's Divine Fetus; the whip, stretching ten thousand feet long, released boundless golden light and purple qi, completely enveloping Wu Tie's Divine Fetus and the invading Fuchai Sword.

Boundless sword lights crisscrossed, frenziedly slaughtering within Wu Tie's sea of consciousness.

The golden light and purple qi emitted by the God-Beating Whip lay layer upon layer, dense and continuous, like endless waves in a tsunami, wrapping around the Fuchai Sword. The sword light emitted by the Fuchai Sword, accompanied by earth-shaking sword cries, was worn away layer by layer within the golden light and purple qi.

Wu Tie's Divine Fetus opened its eyes.

For a moment it was as if sun and moon shone together, two blinding balls of light illuminating the void.

An incomparably overbearing divine soul power surged straight toward the Fuchai Sword, violently striking it.

Just one blow, and the Fuchai Sword emitted a painful wail.

Ou Yezi's body stiffened; the wisp of his divine soul lodged in the Fuchai Sword was struck by Wu Tie's terrifying divine soul power, the Fuchai Sword trembled and wailed, and this wisp of his divided spirit almost shattered.

The Divine Fetus shuddered with intense pain; Ou Yezi's pupils flickered with chaotic divine light, and blood slowly trickled from his seven orifices.

Ou Yezi roared loudly: "Prince An...... you......"

The two Gold Armor War Puppets that had been relentlessly chasing Wu Tie ran up quickly, one on each side behind him, opening their arms to rain down blows on him.

The fists of the Gold Armor War Puppets trailed streams of light as they heavily struck Wu Tie's body.

Across the war puppets' surfaces, closely linked rune formations like gears of various sizes and strange shapes lit up one after another, emerging from within their bodies.

These rune formations spun rapidly, sputtering electric and fiery sparks, emitting a piercing "whoosh" sound. Inside the Gold Armor War Puppets' yuan energy furnace, piled-up yuan crystals burned away in an instant, releasing tremendous power comparable to that of the Divine Manifestation Realm.

The "thud-thud" impact sounds continued unabated, heavy punches bombarding Wu Tie's body, sending sparks flying and booming repeatedly.

Wu Tie's body remained unmoving; he stubbornly withstood the heavy punches of two war puppets whose pure strength matched that of a second-heaven Divine Manifestation Realm body cultivator. On the parts of his body under attack, the muscles slightly indented, then a twist and a rebound sent the war puppets' heavy punches recoiling.

The two Gold Armor War Puppets were repeatedly shaken back dozens of steps, then lunged forward again, instantly hurling hundreds of heavy punches at Wu Tie.

Moreover, dozens of sharp swords formed a sword array, continually flying and spinning in the air, heavily chopping down on Wu Tie's body.

Deep sword marks continually appeared on Wu Tie's body, continually healing; his entire body brimmed with fierce blood energy like a small sun, releasing a dazzling ball of blood light in the void that merged with the blood light of the Duelling Battle Fort itself, illuminating a radius of thousands of miles in bright clarity.

Wu Tie's Divine Fetus had eyes like sun and moon; its vast divine soul surged in wave after wave of dense impacts against the Fuchai Sword.

The God-Beating Whip neutralized the Fuchai Sword's sword light; the divine soul impact struck the sword's body directly, causing the sword's innate spirituality to tremble incessantly, and shaking Ou Yezi's divided spirit within the Fuchai Sword into utter chaos, nearly shattering it.

Ou Yezi's complexion turned pale repeatedly; upon "seeing" Wu Tie's Divine Fetus, standing over ten thousand feet tall, he realized he had encountered a freak that defied ordinary reasoning.

Enduring the excruciating pain of his divided spirit nearly shattering, Ou Yezi shuddered as he pulled out two Dao treasure pills for healing divine soul injuries, swallowed them with his head back, then turned and left.

However, the Duelling Battle Fort is extremely unfriendly to spell cultivators; Ou Yezi's escape light speed is slow, as previously mentioned, barely faster than an ordinary nag's gallop.

Meanwhile, Wu Tie gave up evasion techniques, sprinting with pure bodily strength; his running speed far surpassed Ou Yezi's by an unknown amount.

Ou Yezi fled backward on flames of fire clouds, Wu Tie easily kept pace beside him; a sword cry shot up to the heavens as the Cold River Sword flashed from Wu Tie's sleeve, a blade of light slashing straight at Ou Yezi.

Ou Yezi drew a deep breath, then abruptly turned his head to glance at Wu Tie; two streaks of cold light flickered in his pupils, he stared intently at the Cold River Sword, then flicked his right finger, sending a thread of extremely fine rune light striking the Cold River Sword.

The sword light Wu Tie had swung shattered; the Cold River Sword violently trembled and jumped, emitting a piercing sword cry.

Wu Tie stared in shock at Ou Yezi...... this guy, indeed worthy of being the Ou clan's Grand Elder, the greatest master of sword forging in the Great Wei, his understanding of swords had reached some ultimate pinnacle.

The Cold River Sword is still an innate spirit weapon born of heaven and earth; Ou Yezi's seemingly inconspicuous finger flick just now nearly disturbed the naturally perfect Dao pattern seal within the Cold River Sword, and a little more would have injured the sword due to internal seal disruption.

Such divine ability is terrifyingly formidable; only Ou Yezi, who has forged who-knows-how-many divine weapons in his hands, could possibly cultivate this secret art.

"Before me, don't dream of playing with swords!" Ou Yezi hoarsely bellowed: "Even a carefree bandit wouldn't dare to draw a sword against me head-on...... as long as you cultivate the sword way, I fear nothing."

Ou Yezi bellowed, then spat out a mouthful of blood, and the speed of the fire clouds beneath his feet increased slightly.

Wu Tie sheathed the Cold River Sword, then with his right hand grabbed a distant mountain peak a thousand feet tall, unleashing the great divine power of moving mountains and overturning seas; instantly the earth jolted, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of miles violently trembled.

Wu Tie wanted to uproot that mountain peak outright.

But the ground of the Duelling Battle Fort, whether mountains, rivers, or hills, was shrouded in blood light; the entire fort was a unified whole, a great power protecting it, so even with Wu Tie's divine arts he could not lift that mere thousand-foot mountain.

With a cold snort, Wu Tie gave up trying further.

He still had reserves, but he knew full well that in this duel, some beings were surely spying from the shadows; he did not wish, nor could he, appear too extraordinary, after all his cultivation was only half a step into the Divine Manifestation Realm, and pressing Ou Yezi in battle was already excessive.

He rummaged through the storage rings and storage bracelets he had seized these days, and soon found a suitable treasure.

It is a metal mountain peak forged entirely from Geng Metal essence fused with Wu Earth elite, standing several hundred feet tall and weighing countless tens of millions of catties; the peak radiates yellow-white light, its shape ancient and proper, its body covered with countless geomantic elemental force Dao patterns.

Wu Tie had forgotten which dead Great Wei ancestor's storage bracelet he had taken this from; judging by the little peak's style, it seems that ancestor mainly cultivated the Metal and Earth Dao, expending vast materials and countless thoughts, hoping to temper this little peak into his personal secret treasure.

However, this secret treasure isn't even a semi-finished product; it's merely been initially shaped into form, its internal array restrictions nothing more than a superficial layer of geomantic elemental force Dao patterns.

Wu Tie pulled out this metal little peak, several hundred feet tall, gripped it tightly with both hands, then smashed it down heavily upon Ou Yezi's head.

"If you can break all swords, then try catching a 'mountain' from Grandfather Huo Xiong!"

Ou Yezi's understanding of swords had reached some ultimate pinnacle; using a sword to slash him, he could shatter all sword lights with his secret technique, even directly threatening the sword itself.

Wu Tie couldn't bear to see the Cold River Sword come to harm, so...... you can break swords, can you break mountains?

You, a spell cultivator, in this Duelling Battle Fort deliberately aimed at spell cultivators, could you possibly use brute bodily strength to block the great mountain Wu Tie is smashing down upon you?

Ou Yezi heard a vicious wind from above, he abruptly lifted his head, and instantly his soul fled in terror: "Huo Xiong, you will die a horrible death, you will die a horrible death......"

Wu Tie's divine fetus released a powerful soul shock, heavily striking the Fuchu Sword.

Ou Yezi's body shuddered, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

His escape light slowed a little, Wu Tie's metal mountain in his hand slammed down, a blow from above landing on Ou Yezi.

The flame shroud formed from the blazing banner on Ou Yezi rose roaring, the high-temperature cyan-blue flames burning the metal small mountain entirely red, countless geomantic energy lines flickering, the small mountain violently trembling, its weight suddenly increasing severalfold.

The fire cover exploded apart, the small mountain slammed into Ou Yezi's back.

Within Ou Yezi's body, a fine dragon-scale-patterned soft armor burst out, covering him.

The small mountain crashed down, the soft armor shattered.

At the moment the dragon-scale soft armor shattered, three heavy round shields sprang from Ou Yezi's back, the three shield plates overlapping like a tortoise shell to protect his body.

The small mountain continued to fall, the triple shields also shattered along with it.

But Ou Yezi also seized a moment, he pointed fiercely at his own brow, the Fuchu Sword that had invaded Wu Tie's sea of consciousness burst forth boundless sword light, the wisp of divine sense he had entrusted to the Fuchu Sword burned completely, turning into a mighty force that merged into the Fuchu Sword.

The Fuchu Sword's light instantly blazed, streaks of sword light like heavenly river dragons swept all around, cutting through layer after layer of golden light and purple aura, the sword aura straightly slashing Wu Tie's divine fetus.

Under Wu Tie's control, the God-Beating Whip blocked left and right, the ancient talismans on the twenty-four-section God-Beating Whip lit up, the speed of the sword light emitted by the Fuchu Sword rapidly slowed, eventually the sword lights froze in the void, unable to approach Wu Tie's divine fetus in the slightest.

The Fuchu Sword let out an unwilling sword cry, it suddenly turned into a cold gleam, like breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boat, its body trailed a thread of cold gleam straight stabbing the vital point of Wu Tie's divine fetus's brow.

Behind Wu Tie's divine fetus, on the huge jade disc projection, among the three lotus buds, the leftmost bud suddenly blossomed open.

An immensely strong suction surged from within the lotus bud, Wu Tie's mana burned rapidly, in an instant consuming over ninety percent of it.

The cold gleam the Fuchu Sword had turned into was tightly pulled by threads of pure light and auspicious aura, accompanied by a piercing sword cry, the Fuchu Sword sought to flee, to escape Wu Tie's terrifying sea of consciousness, but the jade disc projection lit up, the three lotus buds lit up, the nine-section lotus root below, and all the lotus leaves on the edge of the jade disc projection lit up simultaneously.

Bit by bit, unwillingly, the Fuchu Sword was swallowed whole by that blossoming lotus bud.

The lotus bud slowly closed, then emitted a sound of contented satisfaction.

Wu Tie could sense that the Fuchu Sword had almost instantaneously been utterly annihilated, leaving only a thread of utmost pure innate sword dao aura quietly lurking in the bud, quietly brewing something.

Wu Tie had no time for this, the lotus seed obtained from the Blood Banner Contention War was too miraculous; no one could say what changes it would bring him in the future.

His arms bulged with veins, he fiercely hurled the small mountain at Ou Yezi.

Ou Yezi had already seen through the strangeness of Wu Tie's divine fetus; Wu Tie would absolutely not let him escape… but this couldn't be blamed on Wu Tie, who could have imagined the Fuchu Sword would directly invade Wu Tie's sea of consciousness?

This Fuchu Sword, too, was rather remarkable.

Merely, Ou Yezi had recovered, several consecutive defensive secret treasures were shattered, Ou Yezi took advantage of this moment to produce a Void Great Teleportation Divine Talisman.

"Prince An Huo Xiong, wait until I gather my kin…… you wait for me!" Ou Yezi roared hoarsely.

The Void Great Teleportation Divine Talisman lit up, Ou Yezi's figure suddenly became hazy.

Wu Tie wanted to press the attack, but Ou Yezi had already activated the talisman, making interception impossible.

"Prince An, this is my letter of allegiance, are you still satisfied?" A long whistle came from afar, a black and a white turtle shell the size of a palm rose with vast divine light, spinning and flying, one above and one below enveloping Ou Yezi's already nearly transparent form.

The void trembled, Ou Yezi's figure suddenly solidified.

Wu Tie suddenly realized, he laughed "haha", behind him the innate yin-yang two qi transformed into black-and-white spiritual light sweeping out, two black and white giant hands and flashes of the two-colored light shot out like lightning, grabbing Ou Yezi's solidified form.

With a "crack", the void within a hundred-foot radius shattered like a glass mirror, Ou Yezi was forcibly seized by Wu Tie from the shattered void.

"Li Xuan Gui…… Li Xuan Gui…… you, you, you will die a horrible death……" Ou Yezi ignored Wu Tie, instead screaming hoarsely at the Li Xuan Gui slowly flying over from the distance.

"How could I die?" Li Xuan Gui, clad in a Taiji Dao robe, smiled and walked step by step.

"Prince An, are you still satisfied with my letter of allegiance?" Li Xuan Gui bowed with clasped hands to Wu Tie: "Prince An, I represent the Great Wei Li Clan, Great Wei Yuan Clan, Great Wei Kong Clan, Great Wei Meng Clan, Great Wei Mo School, Great Wei Gongshu Clan, and the Great Wei 'Drunken Mad Ink Guest' Seven Scattered Persons as the Seven Great Clans, presenting this letter of allegiance to Prince An…… We seek to become your vassals, willing to be your hounds and henchmen."

Ou Yezi stared dumbfounded at Li Xuan Gui: "Mad, mad, you families, you're mad."

Wu Tie fell silent for a moment, then looked down at Ou Yezi: "If you are willing to be a slave and servant, let this king imprison your soul, control your life and death, and furthermore bring the Ou Clan to surrender to this king, then this king can spare you!"

Ou Yezi stared blankly, then glared at Li Xuan Gui: "Old Turtle, don't trick me…… you all really intend to rely on this brat?"

Li Xuan Gui slowly nodded, smiling: "This is a sliver of life…… I don't mind having a few more old friends."

Ou Yezi's gaze grew hazy, he suddenly recalled the anomaly in Wu Tie's sea of consciousness.

That divine fetus towering fifteen or sixteen thousand feet…… Ou Yezi shivered, then gave a dry laugh: "In that case, old man, I willingly submit."

Gritting his teeth, Ou Yezi's brow split open a fissure, threads of bewildering divine light seeped out.