Chapter 680: Rolling Snowball

Wu Santou originally wanted a quick battle, to slay Xiang Feiyu swiftly.

But before he could move, several Wu clan Divine Sovereign Realm Elders arrived, each leading over a hundred half-step Divine Sovereign juniors, and Wu Santou changed his mind.

People often say that Great Wu folk are nothing but crude embryos, a bunch of fools whose skulls are stuffed with muscle lumps.

Wu Santou grew tired of such criticism, so he wanted to make a change.

Counting the numbers, including himself, there were eleven Great Wu Divine Sovereigns and one hundred thirty‑five half‑step Divine Sovereigns gathered here.

Wu Santou recalled the intelligence he had received earlier—about how Prince An Huo Xiong of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom had used tactics and ambushes to slay twelve Divine Sovereign elders of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom.

"I disdain using schemes… but it wouldn't hurt to learn a trick from these youngsters," Wu Santou chuckled. He had two juniors pin down the heavily wounded Xiang Feiyu, who couldn't get up for half a day, then personally slit Xiang Feiyu's tongue with a dagger.

Xiang Feiyu spat blood from his mouth and glared at Wu Santou.

Wu Santou drew a Wolf Tooth Club, crooked his finger at Xiang Feiyu, and said, "You should know what I intend to do. Exactly—besiege the point, reinforce the attack. Heh heh, I now have strong troops and sturdy horses; this deal can be done."

"Come, I'll give you a fair fight‑to‑the‑death chance," Wu Santou laughed loudly. "Guess whether anyone will come to rescue you."

Wu Zhanmo, Wu Zhanling and the other Wu clan Divine Sovereigns snorted coldly, sprinting off in all directions to hide among the nearby hills.

Xiang Feiyu shuddered, pulled out a bottle of Healing Treasure Pill and swallowed it, quietly regulating his breath for a moment, then stamped his foot hard. With a great roar, he transformed into a hundred‑zhang‑tall figure, his muscles writhing violently behind him as he reshaped into a three‑headed, six‑armed form.

The more severe the injury, the greater the strength upon recovery.

This is not a temporary boost but a permanent increase in strength.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Overlord Bloodline passed down in the Xiang clan.

Behind him a huge shadow loomed, the giant's shoulders bearing a pitch‑black cauldron wrapped in blazing lightning, storm‑wind and frost—this anomalous sign appeared after the Xiang bloodline talent was aroused; the cauldron is the foundation, while those flames, lightning, gales and ice are the outward manifestation of other Grand Dao principles grasped by the Xiang youths who practice the Overlord Cauldron‑Lifting Art.

Besides his own fundamental strength‑way, Xiang Feiyu had actually comprehended the power of twelve other Grand Daos.

In the Xiang clan, such talent is considered extraordinarily high; it's no wonder that among the clan's elders, Xiang Feiyu stands out as exceptional.

His six arms swung three Cart‑Wheel Great Axes, his body spinning, raising a piercing whistle as he slashed at Wu Santou.

Although his strength had increased considerably despite his grave injuries, his bones and meridians were not fully healed; when he launched his aerial slash, his whole body wracked with pain, cracks kept appearing on him and large sprays of blood kept flying out.

Xiang Feiyu gritted his teeth, his eyes blood‑red as he stared at Wu Santou.

Fight… a fight to the death.

Either kill Wu Santou, or be killed by him here.

Xiang Feiyu's pride would not allow him to become bait, letting his own kin or other venerable generals of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom be ambushed and slain here.

Wu Santou, meanwhile, was at ease, waving his Wolf Tooth Club and casually parrying.

His combat skill far surpassed Wu Zhanmo's, and even exceeded Xiang Feiyu's by a significant margin. His Wolf Tooth Club never clashed head‑on with Xiang Feiyu's Cart‑Wheel Great Axe; each strike tapped the axe's blade, avoiding its edge, thereby deflecting the axe's attack away from his own body.

No matter how fiercely Xiang Feiyu attacked—whether with thunderous strikes from above or blazing flames—Wu Santou stood rooted, unmoving, easily handling his assaults.

From time to time, Wu Santou's Wolf Tooth Club would suddenly blast out, heavily striking Xiang Feiyu's body.

The shattered heavy armor on Xiang Feiyu's body was blasted into large fragments that kept falling off. The Wolf Tooth Club hammered his limb joints, emitting dull booms that crushed his joint bones bit by bit, leaving them continually indented.

Xiang Feiyu was also incredibly ferocious; with his tongue cut off and unable to regrow for a while, he opened his mouth and let out a "heh heh heh" roar, his six eyes spewing Blood Light as he raged madly in a frenzied assault.

The great axe tore the air, dragging long streaks of icy light tens of li in length.

Xiang Feiyu's Divine Sovereign‑level battle power erupted fully; he even secretly burned strands of essence‑blood, making his axe ever faster and heavier. The three Cart‑Wheel Great Axes burst forth with radiant light that shrouded a hundred li of void, faintly exuding a terrifying aura capable of cleaving all things.

Wu Santou's strength still far surpassed Xiang Feiyu's.

He parried easily, continually inflicting Xiang Feiyu with injuries of varying severity, and every so often he burst out laughing: "What's the use of resisting? Stubborn defiance only brings you pain."

"Xiang Feiyu, why don't you lay down your weapon, kneel and await death—what are you still waiting for?"

"Or are you waiting for someone to come rescue you?"

"Who would come to save you?"

"I, Wu Santou, am here—who dares to come save you?"

"I'll ask three times… I, Wu Santou, am here—who dares to come save you?"

Wu Tie, Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin and Ma Liang sneaked up near the battlefield, saw Wu Santou and Xiang Feiyu's frenzied hacking, heard Wu Santou's arrogant laughter, raised his eyebrows, and bellowed aloud.

Wu Santou, cease your arrogance.

As Wu Tie's shout left his lips, Wu Santou gave a slight smile; his Wolf Tooth Club slammed into Xiang Feiyu's chest, making him spit blood profusely, his chest bones caving in, his five viscera shaken apart.

One heavy blow sent Xiang Feiyu crashing to the ground, unable to rise for half a day.

Wu Santou turned, gave Wu Tie a cold stare, was about to speak when his heart jumped. He stared in disbelief at Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin, unable to trust his eyes, and rubbed his large eyeballs repeatedly.

"Old Turtle, Old Grey Dog… you… you…" Wu Santou stammered, "How are you mingling with the youngsters of Qingqiu?"

Wu Santou's mind was in utter chaos.

Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin's seniority far exceeded his, and their cultivation was likewise much higher—although the Great Wei Li and Yuan clans are not skilled in frontal combat, everyone who knows the truth understands that if they turn ruthless, their behind‑the‑scenes scheming makes their lethal power far greater than their actual cultivation.

With their seniority, cultivation and clan standing laid bare, these two old monsters could never have any connection or friendship with Wu Tie.

Are they walking together?

"You captured this scoundrel?" Wu Santou cleverly offered a plausible explanation: "Well, this lad is ruthless, cruel, sly and treacherous—only you two old monsters could handle him."

Wu Santou blinked, gave Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin a deep look, then shook his head and sighed: "Our ancestors said, 'Among the Great Wei people, keep only the beauties, discard the rest'—you lot, one does divination, the other reads geomancy, heh heh, two old pale faces, the biggest waste of grain."

"They're useless, can only be killed. Too bad, my position in Great Wu is already secured; killing you would profit me nothing."

Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin gave Wu Santou a mysterious glance, both putting on a pretence, smiling subtly and shaking their heads slightly. Li Xuangui cleared his throat, then pointed at Wu Santou with a mystic air: "Prince An, I have divined that this old scoundrel will suffer a Blood Light calamity today… I rarely act myself; you go and slay him."

When Li Xuangui pointed his finger, Wu Santou felt a sudden chill, stumbled backward several steps, and two massive shields as thick as city gates roared into being beside him, one front and one rear, guarding his body.

Seeing Li Xuangui merely point lightly with no further action, Wu Santou's face flushed slightly, he withdrew the great shield before him and sneered at Wu Tie and Li Xuangui: "Old Turtle, you're just an old fool… even if this brat has a few tricks, his cultivation here—he can't…"

Wu Santou was about to mock Wu Tie's cultivation rudely, when Wu Tie had already stepped forward.

The air trembled, the earth quivered slightly, the air was ripped apart with a dreadful dragon's roar and thunder; Wu Tie, bearing a burst of qi, shot up before Wu Santou, lashing his shoulder with a fierce strike of the Strike God Whip while his Cold River Sword sprayed forth myriad sword‑lights.

Such is the power of the Strike God Whip—purple qi and golden rosy clouds roiled, Wu Santou's body jerked rigid, unable to move for a moment.

The Strike God Whip came down hard on his shoulder; with a loud bang, Wu Santou's armor shattered, revealing his dark, metallic‑looking, stalwart physique.

Wu Tie commanded the sword; the Cold River Sword spewed forth myriad icy gleams, like a vast surging river, howling as it pierced Wu Santou's body.

In an instant, the Han River Sword pierced Wu Santu's body tens of thousands of times.

Wu Tie's physical strength is formidable, his physical capabilities immense; his sword-control stabbing speed far exceeds the sword sortie frequency of Gongsun Xiuniang and Dao Xiaoke, after all, those two's physical strength simply cannot be compared to Wu Tie's.

In an instant, with tens of thousands of swords, Wu Tie deliberately avoided Wu Santu's vital points; the Han River Sword sliced his body, still causing Wu Santu terrible injury.

His body sprayed out great mists of blood, almost being dismembered by Wu Tie in an instant.

The formidable life energy of the God Manifestation Realm elder exploded; Wu Santu, whose body was near collapse, screamed loudly as his body rapidly healed, all wounds spurting Blood Light, and the wounds vanished without a trace in an instant.

"Give it to me... kill!" Wu Santu roared, utterly disdainful of Wu Tie's methods, inadvertently caught by the God-Beating Whip's seal, his whole body unable to move, even his qi and blood flow slowed greatly. He could offer no resistance, only able to shout orders at the top of his lungs.

The Great Wu God Manifestation and the Wu family juniors of the Half-Step God Manifestation Realm hidden in the nearby mountains charged out; the god manifestations strode forward, while the Half-Step God Manifestation Realm juniors formed a military formation, behind them the murderous qi army spirit howled as it shot up into the sky, transforming into a ferocious old bear with wings growing on its back.

"Kill this brat, chop him up and feed him to the dogs." Wu Santu stared at Wu Tie, screaming hoarsely.

How many years has it been since he last encountered such a thing?

The Han River Sword's edge was extremely cold and bone-piercing; its body repeatedly penetrated his body, making him feel the terrifying sensation of a foreign object moving inside him, especially as the edge repeatedly pressed against his heart, slipping past his vital spots, this feeling of imminent death drove Wu Santu nearly mad.

All the masters of the Great Wu charged forward.

Wu Tie coldly glanced at them, waiting for these god manifestations and Half-Step God Manifestation Realm cultivators to rush before him, then he flicked his left sleeve, and a large crowd of figures surged out.

The cultivators of Great Wei, on this dueling battlefield, had their power suppressed to the utmost.

But even with further suppression, hundreds of deities surrounded and attacked—among them were the Mohist army city and war puppets, the Ou clan's sharp swords and divine weapons, and the various major sects' esoteric arts bombarding wildly; Wu Santu's group managed only half a cup of tea before being utterly blown apart.

Countless pillars of light shot up into the sky, and Wu Tie rudely looted all the personal storage treasures of Wu Santu and his companions.

Xiang Feiyu took another bottle of life-preserving pill, panting as he stood up, his head foggy as he looked at Wu Tie.

"Prince An, what is this?" Xiang Feiyu blinked, at a loss as he asked Wu Tie.

Wu Tie fell silent for a moment; Ou Yezi and the others had already silently surrounded Xiang Feiyu.

Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin walked up to Xiang Feiyu with cheerful smiles, making a respectful salute with an immortal bearing.

Xiang Feiyu's eyeballs twitched violently; Li Xuangui, versed in divination, and Yuan Qilin, who had marvelous comprehension of heaven and earth—these two old monsters were unique figures in the Three Kingdoms.

Seeing the Great Wei strongmen surrounding him on all sides, Xiang Feiyu gave a dry laugh, clenched his great axe with his six arms, and gave a bitter dry laugh: "Two… seniors… what is this…"

Li Xuangui earnestly stared at Xiang Feiyu, his eyes shining like a lighthouse in the night; a rich aura emanated from him, inexplicably giving people a strong sense of conviction.

"Which little brat of the Xiang family are you… well, that doesn't matter." Li Xuangui waved his hand, pointed at Xiang Feiyu, and said solemnly: "Just now, I said Wu Santu had a Blood Light calamity—did you hear that?"

Xiang Feiyu nodded blankly.

"I never deceive people; if I say he has a Blood Light calamity, he does. Look, his flesh and bones have turned to mud, he has already returned to heaven and earth." Li Xuangui earnestly said to the black-faced Xiang Feiyu: "Little Xiang, I had some friendship with your ancestor Xiang Wuwei… so, I see that you too have a Blood Light calamity today."

Xiang Feiyu's complexion grew even worse, and his six arms twitched involuntarily.

As soon as he moved, at least two hundred divine weapons, hundreds of powerful talismans, over a thousand explosive thunder-fire pellets, and various other miscellaneous items—all astonishingly powerful treasures and divine weapons—locked onto him.

Those divine weapons and the like clung tightly to his body, turning him into something like a porcupine.

"If you don't listen to me, the Blood Light calamity is right before your eyes." Li Xuangui said complacently, shaking his head and swaying his body.

Xiang Feiyu almost burst into tears—damn it, hundreds of deity-realm experts, over half of them at least one heavenly tier higher than him, tightly surrounded him; with so many weapons clinging to him, to say he had no Blood Light calamity, he himself wouldn't believe it!

"Senior… is there a way to resolve it?" Xiang Feiyu wanted to cry.

"You have fate with my lord; if you submit to his sect, not only you but your whole Xiang family will prosper!" Li Xuangui eagerly grabbed Xiang Feiyu's arm and said with a cheerful smile: "Look, my lord is born so wise and martial, truly a rare enlightened ruler—why not become his disciple? Or, you could try today's Blood Light calamity."

Over a dozen divine swords forged by Ou Yezi silently pierced three inches into Xiang Feiyu's body.

After a short while, Wu Tie set out again.

This time, his group gained one more member: Xiang Feiyu.

After three hours, his group gained one more member: Xiang Feixie.

Not long after, his group gained yet another member: Li Guang…

Then came Zhao Xiang…

Wu Tie's group gradually grew like a rolling snowball, slowly and steadily.