Chapter 699

The Three Kingdoms battlefield.

Outside the dueling battlefield, the armies of the Three Kingdoms faced off.

The mountains and valleys were packed with soldiers, packed with border‑crime convicts; warships of all sizes floated in the sky; each thick‑skinned, meaty fortress either hovered low or sat on mountaintops; countless gun barrels flashing with odd light swayed left and right, right and left, giving off a fierce killing intent.

Originally the dueling battlefield stretched ten thousand li in length and width, barely separating the armies of the Three Kingdoms.

Suddenly, the Three Kingdoms battlefield shrank from ten thousand li to about a hundred li, and the aristocratic clans of the Three Kingdoms immediately brought their elite guards, rushing with a 'hualala' sound to the edge of the dueling battlefield's barrier.

The distance between the two sides was very close, extremely close.

A mere hundred‑li distance is nothing to a womb‑storage cultivator; a few breaths are enough to cross it.

Besides, the scions of military families are all body cultivators; they have keen ears and eyes, their five senses extremely sharp, so seeing the opponent's face from a hundred‑odd li away is no problem. With a surge of inner qi, their voices can travel hundreds of li—that is even easier.

First, a group of rough youths from the Great Martial God State opened their mouths, speaking indecently to a group of young ladies from the Great Wei Gongsun clan.

The implication of their words was that, once the Great Martial God State ultimately won, they would do whatever they pleased to the Gongsun ladies; moreover, some shameless thick‑skinned fellows began vividly describing all sorts of unspeakable details.

The Gongsun clan is famed throughout the world for its sword Dao, and the Gongsun ladies are the heavenly beauties pursued by every aristocratic youth of Great Wei—how could they endure such face‑to‑face humiliation?

They didn't even need to act themselves; just a faint blush on their cheeks and a slight glance, and immediately a group of Great Wei youths stepped forward, heads high and chests out, to confront the rough youths of Great Martial.

The Dao clan struck first; these Dao descendants all emulate their ancestor Dao Xiaoke, each aiming to marry a Gongsun lady as their life goal, and they regard the Gongsun ladies as their own forbidden delicacy.

Thus, in the army formation of the Great Martial God State, suddenly a few foul‑mouthed, ill‑spoken ruffians who spoke the worst were sprayed with blood, falling dead after being stabbed by Dao clan youths, blood spattering a hundred paces.

How could the heroes of the Great Martial God State tolerate this?

Immediately, hundreds of men took up weapons and began to challenge the Great Wei aristocratic youths face to face.

Fortunately, even the crudest Great Martial commanders still remembered that the Three Kingdoms' high command was engaged in the decisive battle that would determine the fate of the Three Kingdoms, taking place inside the dueling battlefield.

So they did not rally the armies for a mass clash; instead they faced each other, issuing single‑on‑single verbal challenges.

The youths of Great Wei were not to be outdone; according to cultivation level, age, seniority, etc., they leapt out one after another to brawl with that group of Great Martial ruffians, forming a melee.

In just half an hour, hundreds fell on each side, most seriously wounded, and over a hundred aristocratic youths who couldn't flee in time were slain on the spot.

On the side of the Green Hill Divine State, each family restrained its descendants, cautioning them not to get involved in that fight.

The high officials of the Green Hill Divine State, led by the Linghu and Gongyang clans, fully understood that the truly decisive battle lay within the dueling battlefield; fighting outside, losing would be embarrassing, and even winning would change nothing.

If our side won outside and cut down several youths of Great Martial and Great Wei, but if our ancestors proved unworthy and lost inside the dueling battlefield… heh, if Great Martial or Great Wei became the overlord of the Three Kingdoms, yet we had slain their juniors outside…

Settling scores after the autumn is unpleasant when it falls on oneself.

The aristocratic youths of Great Wei possess the stubborn vigor characteristic of scholars.

As for the rough fellows of Great Martial, needless to say—they are a bunch of hot‑blooded savages who disregard everything once their blood is up.

Let them fight; the Green Hill Divine State's households merely order their descendants to be spectators, quietly awaiting the final outcome and the ultimate fate of the Three Kingdoms.

Yet, try as they might to stay calm, a Great Martial royal clansman covered in red hair suddenly leapt out, wielding a point‑steel spear; his gaze swept over the many military scions of the Green Hill Divine State present, then he pointed at the sole woman in the army formation and burst into laughter.

"Hey there, young lady, the entire Green Hill Divine State has only you as a maiden… heh heh, looking at you holding a spear and wearing armor, I feel a little itchy… come down, try my spear—see if it's any good."

This Martial clan scion spoke outrageously, his words extremely vulgar.

Standing on the Four Spirit warship, nervously watching the dueling battlefield, Pei Feng stared blankly; then a flush of blood rose on her snow‑white face, her eyeballs turned pitch black, and strands of black demonic flame erupted from her pupils, transforming into two streaks of fire that shot out several zhang in length.

Within Pei Feng, the power of the Little Six‑Ren Illusory Secret Demon Body surged; though she was only a womb‑storage cultivator, having obtained this secret demon body, she refined her essence and qi day and night to commune with it, and now she can unleash part of the secret demon body's formidable strength.

The fifth heaven of the Divine Sovereign realm—this is top‑tier combat power even among the Divine Sovereign ancestors of the Three Kingdoms; Pei Feng, having fused with the secret demon body's power, can exert strength reaching the fifth heaven of the Divine Sovereign realm!

As she shook her long spear, Pei Feng was about to strike, but Old Iron already reached out and pressed his hand on her shoulder.

"Little girl, don't be impulsive, gather your strength… cough, cough, I haven't moved in years." Old Iron bore the Yin‑Yang Divine Spear, stepping forward step by step through the air toward the red‑haired Martial clansman.

"Little brat, your grandpa also used a spear, heh heh." Old Iron was also a bit agitated; blood light flickered in his eyes as he stared fixedly at that Martial clansman.

Wu Tie and the others had been in the dueling battlefield for quite some time; up to now, the battlefield had shrunk from a ten‑thousand‑li radius to about a hundred li in length and width—clearly, tremendous changes had occurred inside.

All together, the Three Kingdoms have over ten thousand Divine Sovereign cultivators and several hundred thousand half‑step Divine Sovereigns; cramming that many onto a battlefield a hundred li long and wide, the gods are practically forcing them to fight to the death.

Even if Old Iron had great confidence in Wu Tie, knowing Wu Tie had many trump cards, he still couldn't help feeling terrified, his courage gone.

He worried about Wu Tie.

He truly worried, recalling how, back then, they had supported each other, struggling out of that sunless underground world as a little fellow, only to die here in the dueling battlefield.

Old Iron really was worried.

Back then, Wu Tie was just that small a child; Old Iron raised him like a nanny, placing all his hopes on Wu Tie and transmitting the Primordial Classic to him.

Wu Tie did not disappoint; he struggled through hardship, passive and active, forced and voluntary, finally making it to the mortal world, where he established a modest foundation, and even enabled Old Iron to smoothly incarnate as a human, fulfilling Old Iron's long‑cherished dream of the 'Chaotic Transformation' and gaining a true flesh‑and‑blood body.

In Old Iron's heart, Wu Tie is no different from his own child.

Although Old Iron's essence is merely a man‑made giant divine soldier, his feelings are no different from those of living beings.

After waiting these days, Old Iron had become anxious and uneasy; when someone voluntarily stepped forward to seek death, Old Iron naturally obliged.

As for Pei Feng, how could Old Iron possibly let her go into battle?

Old Iron landed before that Martial clansman; the two locked eyes, then without a word thrust their long spears forward simultaneously.

Old Iron's spear let out an extremely brilliant crack as it tore through the air; though it was a single thrust, it evoked the image of endless yellow sand and millions of soldiers thrusting their spears together—tragic and heroic.

The Martial clansman's spear had only protruded three cun when it could advance no further.

Old Iron's spear thrust, with the tip still three chi from this Wu clansman, its unstoppable spear intent shattered his body, grinding even his divine fetus into dust.

"You Martial brats, bullying a little girl isn't any skill…… if you've got guts, come at me." In Old Iron's eyes, a strange gloomy light flickered.

His essence is that of a giant divine soldier; he is an instrument of slaughter, the strongest killing machine forged by the primordial human race in the age of ancient myth. His purpose is war, slaughter, and reaping the lives of all enemies.

All these years, he has acted like a nanny, carefully protecting Wu Tie and carefully safeguarding Wu Tie's foundation.

This is completely contrary to the purpose for which he was created.

Today, Old Iron wants to kill to his heart's content, in a thoroughly satisfying slaughter.

His Yin‑Yang long spear trembled violently, emitting a low, dragon‑like roar. Pointing his spear at the Great Martial God State's army formation, he bellowed in a deep voice: "Send a living one, one who draws breath…… two or three will do, ten or twenty, Grandpa I'll take them all."

Strands of black‑white spiritual light seeped from Old Iron's body; the void within a hundred‑zhang radius around him turned half black, half white, the interchanging black and white filled with an unfathomable mystery and killing intent.

Two Great Martial youths let out low roars, swinging great axes and iron rods as they charged at Old Iron.

They leapt and darted like flying, covering dozens of li in a single step; in the snap of a finger they reached Lao Tie's front, where the great axe and iron bar, one swinging horizontally, the other vertically, smashed down with brutal ferocity.

Lao Tie's spear in hand was like a ghost, silently turning into two spear flashes that flickered.

The two elite commanders of Great Martial at the peak of the Fetal Storage Realm shuddered, their brows splitting open to reveal a fist-sized transparent hole, and their divine fetuses were destroyed by a single spear strike.

"Come, come, come, Grandpa Iron, let this bunch of Great Martial brats get a good look at your colors. Two aren't enough—bring more!" Lao Tie's murderous aura surged, and he seemed to have returned to the battlefield of his youth.

The long years had not erased his essence, nor could they wipe away the mark etched into his bones.

He remained that terrifying killing machine.

Time merely hid his fangs and claws, but his fangs and claws were always there.

A senior of the Great Martial imperial clan let out a low bellow, and ten martial clan youths roared in unison, leaping from the formation and striding straight toward Lao Tie.

The ten formed a battle array, and the faint apparition of a giant warrior spirit appeared above their heads.

But it was useless.

Lao Tie charged forward like a whirlwind, without using any magical powers or divine abilities, merely waving his spear seemingly at random.

Clean and direct, the spear followed the shortest trajectory, straight as an arrow, as if joking, easily piercing the skulls of the ten Great Martial youths.

"Ten isn't enough—bring a hundred!" Lao Tie grinned, his armor exploding off, his battle robe shredded to reveal his upper body with muscles coiled like dragons; his hair crown shattered, his long hair standing straight up like steel wires, trembling in the air and emitting a "ying ying" sound.

It wasn't a hundred, but a white-haired Great Martial general flying out of the formation.

The old general flew toward Lao Tie while shedding his armor, baring his upper body just like Lao Tie; gripping his spear, he shouted sternly, "Nice spear technique, but it's still not enough to impress an old man like me."

Those with sufficient eyesight among the three kingdoms saw that Lao Tie had just slain the Great Martial commanders without using magical powers or invoking divine secret arts, relying solely on physical strength and a spear technique akin to the Dao, cleanly and efficiently killing ten experts.

The white-haired old general flying toward Lao Tie came from the Great Martial General's lineage; within the Great Martial army, his spear technique was considered supreme.

But the Great Martial General's lineage were merely slaves of the Great Martial imperial clan.

As a commander from a general's lineage, few could acquire enough resources to break into the half-step Divine Realm or the Divine Realm itself.

This white-haired old general, whose cultivation had reached the utmost peak of the Fetal Storage Realm, charged at Lao Tie with his spear, intending to settle the outcome with spear technique.

"The one who will kill you, Great Martial Luo..."

Lao Tie leaned forward, a point of cold light shooting from his spear tip, and the white-haired old general's body shattered.

Everyone only heard his surname Luo, but no one could get out what his given name was.

Lao Tie strode forward into the Great Martial formation, laughing loudly: "Come, come, come, you Great Martial dog brats, do you only know how to flirt with little girls? If you're real men, let's fight with real blades and spears."

The high-ranking officials left behind by Great Martial could no longer restrain themselves, and several esteemed princes roared angrily.

Dozens of Great Martial commanders surged out of the formation to attack Lao Tie.

In a single breath, spear flashes flickered, and dozens of Great Martial commanders collapsed together.

Over a hundred Great Martial commanders formed an array and charged out of the vast formation, their coordinated assault aimed at Lao Tie.

In the same span of a breath, over a hundred Great Martial commanders refused to fall.

The soldiers of the three kingdoms were stunned; on the Azure Hill Divine Kingdom side, war drums and horns blared sky-high, countless troops hoarsely shouting, cheering Lao Tie on.

The senior figures of many Wei clans all changed expression, each flying up high to gaze at the commotion here.

The Great Martial high command roared in anger, and finally a formation of a thousand Fetal Storage Realm commanders surged forth.

Lao Tie bared his upper body and walked step by step toward that thousand-strong formation.

His spear trembled, specks of spear light bursting forth; the formation that had killed dozens took only a breath, the one that killed over a hundred also only a breath, and this thousand-strong formation likewise took only a breath—all one thousand Fetal Storage Realm commanders collapsing to the ground at once.

Lao Tie stood at the center, the thousand men falling backward in perfect unison, the ground appearing as if a blood-red sunflower had bloomed.

Lao Tie's murderous aura surged over a hundredfold stronger than before; gripping his spear, he pointed fiercely at the Great Martial formation and demanded, "Dare to fight?"

The Wei formation fell deathly silent.

The Great Martial formation was struck speechless.

Even the Azure Hill Divine Kingdom's formation, the drummers and horn-blowers, were frightened into stopping.

In a single breath, he slew one thousand Fetal Storage Realm commanders.

The power Lao Tie used was clearly only that of the Fetal Storage Realm.

Both being Fetal Storage Realm, how could the combat gap be so enormous?

"Not human..." After a long while, an elder of the Linghu clan muttered softly.

After Lao Tie's battle, the hearts of the three kingdoms' armies trembled in unison.