Chapter 683

When Wu Tie threw a punch, the divine fetus emitted countless rays of divine light, thread by thread illuminating his sea of consciousness until it was crystal clear.

Behind the divine fetus, the jade disc projection trembled violently; three thousand great lotus leaves and eighty‑four thousand small lotus leaves lit up together, and thread after thread of profound and mysterious Dao resonance transformed into dragon‑shaped light‑shadows that swirled rapidly around the jade disc projection.

His whole body's bones and tendons shook like a bronze bell, like thunder, like a tsunami, like heaven collapsing and earth splitting, like the heavenly pillar toppling, like the universe crumbling; then a tremendous boom rang out, and the hulking black‑haired man before Wu Tie let out a miserable howl, his armor shattering into pieces from the tremendous shock transmitted from within Wu Tie's body.

Apart from his own set of Nine‑Refined Immortal‑Weapon‑grade armor, the black‑haired man also wore the projection of the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor of the Barbarian God tribe.

This projected armor allowed the black‑haired man, cultivating at the half‑step Divine Manifestation Realm, to possess the power of the fivefold heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm.

This projection, too, was shattered into fragments by the tremendous boom from within Wu Tie's body, turning into specks of ghostly firefly light that drifted everywhere.

Wu Tie clenched his fist and threw a punch.

The black‑haired man widened his eyes, his whole body stiff as he stared at Wu Tie's fist.

Space solidified, time froze, the void shattered, the five elements disintegrated; as this punch blasted out, it seemed as if all the great Dao laws of heaven and earth were concentrated in this single strike.

It was such a perfect punch, so perfect that Wu Tie's fist could not withstand its "punch force" and "punch intent"; the black‑haired man saw Wu Tie's fist split open, flesh torn, revealing dark, gloomy bones like glazed porcelain.

The next instant, Wu Tie's fist vanished.

The black‑haired man's two eyeballs were instantly annihilated.

Wu Tie's punch intent destroyed his eyeballs; the formless punch force seeped through his eye sockets and invaded his body.

The black‑haired man "saw" a mountain, a mountain that filled the heavens and covered the earth, as if it were propping up the entire cosmos.

On the mountain were knives, spears, swords, bows, and all the weapons ordinary people could imagine, plus countless weirdly shaped weapon phantoms that flickered in and out of view on the peaks.

This punch came down not like a single fist strike but as if countless weapons of heaven and earth simultaneously unleashed a fierce blow upon the black‑haired man.

With a crisp crack, the black‑haired man vanished—completely, utterly annihilated, not even a wisp of green smoke left behind.

A dim light‑shadow spurted from Wu Tie's fist, shooting straight forward.

Wherever the punch shadow passed, the void solidified, time froze, and every tangible and intangible thing seemed to be torn apart, annihilated, shattered into the most primordial, minutest particles, then recombined into a supreme "Dao".

The black‑haired man's two companions stared dumbfounded at the punch shadow Wu Tie swung, which came lunging at them.

The projection of the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor on them, their own armor, all their defensive secret treasures, together with their bodies, their divine souls, and everything they possessed, were wiped out the moment the punch shadow merely grazed them.

The punch shadow tore through space, surging forward ten li; Wu Tie's arm emitted a strained "crack" sound, and, with a thought, he strained to retract his fist.

The punch shadow dissipated, leaving in the void a fist‑mark imprint ten li long, clearly visible to the naked eye.

The void seemed like gel, and the fist‑mark imprint was as if someone had pressed a red‑hot iron into the gel, carving a ten‑li‑long scar.

After Wu Tie retracted his fist and the punch shadow faded, the fist‑mark imprint stubbornly persisted in the void for a full three breaths before slowly dissipating; heavenly gusts wrinkled, and the world's elemental energy from all directions surged in, continually filling the void where the imprint had been.

Wu Tie's punch utterly destroyed that fist‑thick, ten‑li‑long stretch of void.

The world's elemental energy rolled in, carrying countless Dao‑rhythm laws; this was the heaven and earth of this realm repairing on its own the wound Wu Tie had torn in the void.

The gale roiled; the tiny fist imprint's consumption of heavenly elemental energy caused a huge commotion, making Li Xuan Gui and Yuan Qi Lin feel a little unsteady on their feet, for they were spell cultivators whose fleshly bodies were not as sturdy as Xiang Fei Yu's.

Just after A Pan had been stepped on the ground and was struggling, he cautiously lifted his head—*pah‑tah*—a shoe sole fell from his head.

The great martial commander who had just stepped on his head had completely vanished into smoke; this shoe sole was the only relic he left in the mortal world.

A Pan shivered with a sudden chill; Wu Tie's control over punch intent was so exquisite, so perfect, that if his punch's intent had merely dipped downward by three cun just now, A Pan's head would have been annihilated as well.

Zhao Xiang and the others stared dumbfounded at Wu Tie.

The three great martial commanders, including the black‑haired man, after receiving the boost of the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor, had combat power that absolutely met the standard of the fivefold heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm.

Although, due to their own physiques, they might not be able to fully unleash this power…

But Wu Tie's single punch destroyed the combat power of three Divine Manifestation fivefold heaven experts—this is simply absurd, beyond reason.

"Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, is it really this overbearing?" Li Guang almost lost his grip and shot the arrow in his hand.

"I've never heard of it—how could that be possible?" Zhao Xiang gave a dry laugh: "Although the primordial taboo arts are rare, over the years, whether it was the former Great Jin royal clan or the various commander houses, every few hundred years there are still three or five lucky little fellows who obtain the cultivation method of the primordial taboo arts…"

"It's not that absurd." Zhao Xiang felt a bit dizzy.

Three Divine Manifestation fivefold heaven strong combat powers, placed in the Three Kingdoms, would be top‑tier strength; each family's supreme elder, roughly the strongest they have, is about this level—and yet they were blown apart by a single punch.

In other words, Wu Tie could also kill them with a single punch?

Suddenly, Zhao Xiang, Li Guang, Xiang Fei Yu, and Xiang Fei Xie, among others, felt as if they'd been injected with chicken blood; their vital spirits rose instantly, and they grinned foolishly, nudging and winking at each other.

Such power… such terrifying power… as their lord, they harbored not a shred of resentment in their hearts.

Hey, perhaps this is also an opportunity for each of their families?

Li Xuan Gui felt mighty pleased as he threw a flirtatious glance at Yuan Qi Lin and Ma Liang: "How about it? My divination is absolutely infallible; the lord's divine might is truly, beyond belief."

After a sigh, Li Xuan Gui exclaimed: "One punch blasted out can not only slay a strong foe but also leave one's own arm gravely injured—tsk… Lord, I have here a top‑grade wound medicine, hey, this is the 'Heaven‑Mending Salve' personally refined by the supreme ancestor of the Bian clan!"

Carrying a jade bottle the size of a fist, Li Xuan Gui waddled over to Wu Tie's side and carefully smeared a bottleful of pale‑green, jade‑marrow‑like salve onto Wu Tie's right arm.

Just after Wu Tie unleashed that punch, the skin of his right arm from shoulder to fist cracked like shattered porcelain, with over a hundred deep wounds reaching down to the bone appearing in a haphazard pattern.

That punch's intent was too immense, too "perfect," almost encompassing all the great Dao laws of heaven and earth; Wu Tie's punch dared to try to contain heaven and earth with his solitary body, and his present physique simply could not bear such power.

Had he not retracted swiftly, not only would those three unlucky fellows have been obliterated, but Wu Tie's own arm would have been completely annihilated as well.

The Heaven‑Mending Salve applied to the wounds felt cool and soothing.

Watching the salve seep into the wound thread by thread, the surrounding flesh twitched, slowly healing bit by bit.

Wu Tie narrowed his eyes, silently circulating his divine‑soul power to gather the residual punch intent near the wound. Thread by thread of great Dao resonance was drawn back by the divine fetus, and the healing speed of the wound began to rise rapidly.

"Take them with you, then… you all hurry to think of a way, summon the clansmen of each house." Wu Tie said in a deep voice: "Three half‑step Divine Manifestation cultivators can be elevated to the fivefold heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm… then, how much of a boost will the Divine Manifestation ancestors of the Great Martial God State receive?"

Zhao Xiang, Li Guang, Xiang Fei Yu, and the others' faces suddenly turned ashen; they shivered with a sudden chill, looking at A Pan lying on the ground and at the wound left where his arm had been violently torn off, feeling a cold surge from the crown of their heads down to the soles of their feet, as if their very marrow might freeze.

"Our clansmen… this rabble of the Great Martial God State…"

When Li Guang spoke, his voice trembled severely.

Everyone entered the dueling battlefield, and the members of each clan were randomly sent to the four corners… if their clansmen, like the Zhao clan's A Hu and A Pan, ran into these characters of the Great Martial God State, they'd probably… not even have a chance to flee.

They didn't even have time to leisurely fly on clouds—Li Xuan Gui, Yuan Qi Lin, and the others likewise shed their loose Daoist robes, donned tight battle garb, put on armor, and trailed behind Wu Tie in a mad dash.

On this dueling battlefield, relying on bodily strength to run was truly far, far faster than evasion techniques.

A Hu, A Pan, and a few other youngsters of the Zhao clan had suffered serious injuries; even after taking medicine their wounds would not heal quickly, so Wu Tie simply took them into the portable cave dwelling crafted by the Mo clan, letting them sit together with the people of the Thirteen Gates of Great Wei.

Anyway, Zhao Xiang has already defected to Wu Tie, and the entire Zhao clan cannot escape Wu Tie's grasp; we will all be one family in the future, so letting these young Zhao people get acquainted with these people of Great Wei is also a good thing.

After running wildly forward for just over two hundred li, directly ahead of Wu Tie and the others, only a dozen li away behind a hill, a pillar of light shot up into the sky, followed by a burst of mad laughter.

Wu Tie and the others shivered, quickly increasing their speed again.

'Whoosh whoosh whoosh' three sounds rang out, and another three pillars of light shot up into the sky; Wu Tie and the others couldn't help but stare at each other in shock.

In just two breaths, four Divine Manifestation Realm experts fell at once?

Wu Tie let out a long whistle, leaping up over a thousand zhang high in one bound, stepping over the mountain ahead in a single stride.

As his body was still falling downward, he saw below three Great Martial God State Divine Manifestation Realm ancestors attacking two Green Hill Wu ancestors.

At the foot of the mountain lay a small valley, four pillars of light almost enveloping the entire valley; the two Wu ancestors were covered in scale-like wounds, one having his chest and abdomen torn open by a bucket‑thick transparent hole, his movements becoming extremely stiff and slow, as if he could barely hold on.

It was clear that just now, the three Great Martial God State Divine Manifestation Realm ancestors, despite being three against six, boldly slew four opponents.

Few defeating many yet achieving such results, even the six Divine Manifestation Realm ancestors had no chance to flee—this was an overwhelming advantage.

"Strike!" Wu Tie bellowed, swinging the God‑Beating Whip forward.

Faster than the God‑Beating Whip was the Five Elements Divine Light; one saw a torrent of five‑colored divine light rolling like a heavenly river, howling as it smashed down, heavily enveloping the three Great Martial ancestors.

The three Great Martial ancestors spewed forth thick Blood Light, simultaneously letting out a low roar; the Five Elements Divine Light lifted them a hundred‑odd zhang high, but they gave a fierce struggle, Wu Tie's body shuddered, and they fell back to the ground.

A muffled 'thud' sounded; Li Guang darted close behind Wu Tie, standing on the mountaintop, and with a flick of his finger three arrows shot loose.

The three arrows, flashing with runic light, turned into streams of light, viciously and cruelly piercing the throats of the three Great Martial ancestors.

The two severely wounded Wu ancestors shouted in unison: "Old Li, nicely done…… damn it, be careful of them…… their strength is strange."

The arrows whistled away; the three Great Martial ancestors snorted in unison, not dodging, letting the three arrows strike their throats. Only a huge boom was heard as the arrows exploded, the pure‑metal shafts shattering into countless tiny fragments, yet not a single mark appeared on their throats.

Li Guang's body shuddered violently, his eyes widened as he stared at the three enemies as if seeing ghosts.

Given his cultivation, the arrows he fired would not be dared to be taken head‑on even by enemies far stronger than him; but these three were old acquaintances of Li Guang, veteran foes he had crossed blades with on the Three Kingdoms battlefield.

Their cultivation was a notch below Li Guang's; how could his arrows possibly fail to even nick their skin?

"In this battle, you shall die." The three Great Martial ancestors laughed wildly, their laughter insanely arrogant and brutal.

The God‑Beating Whip had already descended overhead, purple Qi and golden light enveloping the void, sealing space and freezing time.

The God‑Beating Whip struck heavily on the head of a Great Shaman ancestor; a loud boom rang out as he was smashed to his knees, blood slowly trickling from his seven orifices, yet he staggered up, straightening his body.

"With divine protection, child, how could you hurt me?" The Great Martial ancestor who had been smashed by the God‑Beating Whip laughed hysterically.

He took large strides, gripping a heavy sword, and charged straight at Wu Tie.

Meanwhile, the other two Great Martial ancestors paid no heed to Wu Tie and Li Guang, brandishing their weapons and rushing toward the two Wu ancestors.

The Five Elements Divine Light fell again, and the movements of the three Great Martial ancestors suddenly stiffened.

The Five Elements Divine Light combined with the God‑Beating Whip's binding power caused the surrounding peaks shrouded in Blood Light to tremble violently, as if they might be uprooted; the three Great Martial ancestors looked horrified and utterly bewildered at Wu Tie—how could a mere half‑step Divine Manifestation wield such divine powers and mighty strength?

A deep 'thud' echoed; four or five Great Wei ancestors, drenched in blood, staggered, supporting each other as they went around a mountain foot, swaying as they ran toward this side.

Behind them, dozens of Great Martial commanders whose cultivation was only half‑step Divine Manifestation but whose auras were terrifyingly strong laughed loudly, strutting about like hunters on an outing, bearing swords, spears, swords and halberds, unhurried, full of malice and mockery, they followed several Great Wei ancestors in pursuit.

"Old fogey, run—where are you running to?"

"No matter where you run, you're doomed……"

"Hey, look at my arrow—hit!"

A Great Wei ancestor let out a miserable wail as an arrow tipped with a cold light pierced his calf, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Li Xuan Gui and Yuan Qi Lin scrambled over the hilltop to arrive behind Wu Tie.

Watching the distant Great Wei ancestors being toyed with and hunted like prey, the two let out a simultaneous mournful cry.

That's how it is when the like harms the like.