Chapter 700

On the Three Kingdoms battlefield, the area near the dueling battlefield was utterly silent.

After a long, long while, a sky‑shaking clamor suddenly came from the Three Kingdoms army formation; the soldiers of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom leapt with joy, each one excited until their faces flushed red, while the soldiers of the Great Wei shook their heads in astonishment, each one amazed as if seeing a heavenly being.

Meanwhile, in the Great Wu army formation, countless commanders stared wide‑eyed and speechless; countless soldiers went limp, their weapons slipping from their grasp and falling to the ground.

Wu Xian stood on a warship, his eyes blood‑red as he stared at Old Iron.

He was furious, grief‑stricken, exasperated, yet hid a deep fear.

Is this still a person?

Without using any magical power or divine abilities—no three heads and six arms, no law‑heaven‑earth manifestations—he relied solely on physical strength, solely on spear technique, and in a single breath slew a thousand elite warriors of the Fetal Storage realm.

Such a mighty warrior… why isn't he a member of the Wu family?

Wu Xian swayed slightly; as one of the most noble princes of Great Wu, he knew he had to do something.

Otherwise, the morale of the Great Wu Divine Kingdom's troops present would surely collapse.

In the future, wherever Old Iron appears, the armies of the Great Wu Divine Kingdom will be like rotten tofu, utterly unable to withstand a single blow.

At this moment, Wu Xian, together with the high‑ranking officials of Great Wu who shared his status, completely forgot that the great decisive battle—determining the fate of the Three Kingdoms—was underway inside the dueling arena.

Whether the Great Wu army will still have a chance to face Old Iron in the future remains unknown.

They completely overlooked this; they only wanted to kill Old Iron, boost morale, and not let him continue to be so arrogant.

"Which of you, my officials, will… behead him for me?" Wu Xian's voice became extremely hoarse; he said solemnly: "Whoever can execute this scoundrel, I will grant my beloved daughter, Princess Minghua, to him."

The Great Wu commanders standing behind Wu Xian all simultaneously sucked in a breath of cold air.

Their gaze toward Old Iron turned as fierce and ruthless as that of a wicked wolf. Wu Xian is a prince of Great Wu; Princess Minghua is his most beloved daughter. To wed her would surely be a meteoric rise, instantly transforming one from a slave of the Wu household into a royal relative.

But when facing Old Iron, these commanders hesitated.

In a single breath, specks of spear light flashed, and a thousand Fetal Storage realm commanders were slain.

Many commanders of the Great Wu Divine Kingdom lowered their heads, daring not to glance at Old Iron; some even held their breath, fearing that a heavier breath would draw their lord's notice and order them into battle.

Wu Xian and several of the Great Wu princes present exchanged a look, their veins bulging with anger; then they roared in unison, drew their weapons, leapt into the air, and personally charged at Old Iron.

Within the Great Wu army formation, countless commanders trembled in unison.

Altogether eight Great Wu princes personally rushed toward Old Iron, clad in heavy armor, their heavenly‑path divine weapons emitting rays of bright light that illuminated the void. The eight marched shoulder to shoulder, advancing straight at Old Iron; their auras merged as one, and a soaring killing intent pressed straight toward him.

The Great Wu army formation stirred.

Under each of the eight princes were subordinate martial houses; these houses were in fact their household retainers and servants, their armed guards, their enforcers and protectors.

When the eight princes took action themselves, the commanders of their subordinate houses had no choice but to mobilize as well.

If they did not move, and the eight princes fell in battle, then under Great Wu's harsh law, the commanders who followed them into the field would also be beheaded and buried with them; better to die honorably in a bloody battle than be slaughtered like livestock.

Perhaps they might even kill Old Iron.

The eight princes strode forward with heads held high and chests out; behind them, one after another, the commanders of the subordinate houses bellowed their lineage and names, then marched out with heads high and chests out, closely following their lord.

Each of the eight princes was followed by over ten thousand Fetal Storage realm commanders.

Vast numbers, nearly a hundred thousand, formed a battle array like an eight‑headed giant serpent, surging with towering killing intent toward Old Iron. The Great Wu soldiers were the bravest and most elite; individually, their combat prowess surpassed all three kingdoms.

The formation naturally took shape, the towering killing intent shooting straight into the sky; within it could be faintly seen a ferocious‑faced yaksha demon swirling and dancing.

Old Iron raised his spear, turned his head toward Pei Feng and the Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong brothers, and burst out laughing: "Do you believe it? I alone can break his army!"

Wu Jin grabbed a great axe and shield, leaping down from the Four Spirit warship. His whole body glimmered with a faint metallic sheen, his stature suddenly shooting up to about ten zhang. Muscles knotted across his frame, mighty like a demon beast, Wu Jin trotted forward with quick steps, chuckling low: "I believe you, but the glory shouldn't be yours alone."

Wu Yin seized a great axe and jumped down from the Four Spirit warship.

He hurriedly followed behind Wu Jin, striding forward with a deep, resonant roar: "Brothers, advance!"

Wu Tong shook his head, the bones inside his neck grating and emitting a loud 'crack‑crack'; he let out a low roar, a bolt of lightning shot from within his body, accompanied by a piercing thunderclap, and two large masses of flesh on his back swelled open with two 'bangs', sprouting a pair of fleshy wings covered in thunder‑pattern markings.

As the wings flapped, Wu Tong's speed became extreme, leaving a blur as he caught up to Wu Jin and Wu Yin.

"Brothers, come out and stretch your limbs… let Old Master Iron see what we're capable of."

120,000 Wu family youths shouted in unison, they shed their heavy armor, bared their upper bodies, and waves of fierce, mighty essence‑blood qi rose like soaring dragons, whipping up gusts that rushed forth in quick strides from the Prince An manor's battle formation.

They naturally formed a battle array behind the three Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong brothers.

The 120,000 elite of the Wu tribe.

The 120,000 strong warriors of the Wu tribe.

The 120,000 brave ones of the Wu tribe.

The 120,000 heroes of the Wu tribe.

120,000 who had taken wives, borne descendants, and had brothers and sisters, unafraid of their line ending, unafraid that their elders would lack support, with no worries behind them, and whose hot blood could at any moment be sprayed upon the enemy—face and body—for the sake of their kin.

For the future of their clan and the fate of their people, they left the underground world and ventured to the surface.

Before setting out, they had already held a funeral for the living.

They had already regarded themselves as the dead, ever ready to fight to the death.

But under Wu Tie's command, they had trained an invincible army for him and practiced the five‑element spirits for him; after so long, they had not experienced a thrilling battle. They were almost forgetting what combat felt like.

Wu Tie had protected them too well.

But they wanted to use their own blood and the enemy's blood to make Wu Tie understand that they were his brothers, equally warriors of the Wu clan.

A warrior, how could he not fight?

A warrior, how could he fear battle?

A warrior, how could he be sheltered like a child, never even experiencing a true battlefield?

"Chop them to pieces!" a Wu clansman bellowed low.

"Chop them to pieces!" the 120,000 Wu family youths shouted in unison.

Their essence‑blood qi shot up to the heavens, gathering above their battle array; killing intent soared skyward, and a phantom resembling a substantive demon god gradually coalesced above their formation.

Opposite them, the eight princes of the Great Wu Divine Kingdom strode forward with great steps, each step covering a hundred zhang.

Wu Jin and the others, without fear, strode forward with great steps, each step likewise a hundred bu.

The two armies are only two or three hundred li apart; this distance can be covered in an instant.

"Take off your armor!" Wu Xian shouted hoarsely while running at full speed.

The eight great princes saw the Wu family youths dismount their heavy armor as they prepared for battle. The soldiers of Great Wu felt a unique sense of honor belonging to them. Though their morale had almost collapsed after being beaten by Old Tie, they now sought to reclaim their lost glory and restore their spirit using their own fighting style.

Upon Wu Xian's command, the Great Wu commanders all shuddered, and their armor fell off on its own.

'Whoosh!'

The Great Wu commanders shouted in unison.

'Roar!'

The Wu family youths raised their heads and let out long whistles.

In the next instant, the two massive, awe-inspiring armies collided heavily.

With a tremendous roar, the earth of the Three Kingdoms battlefield shattered; the land within a thousand li sank suddenly by dozens of zhang, countless cracks big and small spread outward with a 'crack-crack-crack', mountains exploded, boulders flew, peaks turned into plains, and the original plains suddenly folded into mountains.

Wind and clouds changed color, the void trembled violently.

Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong—three brothers—together with the eight great princes of the Great Wu Divine State as the core of the army, eleven people bore the brunt of the two armies' impact.

The three Wu Jin brothers' six arms were all shattered.

They let out low, hoarse roars as the mighty blood force within them surged; the shattered bone and flesh fragments and blood mist flew back and solidified once more into perfect, unharmed arms.

Wu Xian and the other eight great princes heard their bones cracking like popping beans.

Two of the Great Wu princes collapsed limp on the ground, their breath cut off, unable to rise again.

Within the two armies, the Great Wu side saw tens of thousands of commanders vomit blood, with hundreds exploding to death; in the Wu family army, only over ten thousand Wu family youths spat a mouthful of blood, and not a single one fell in battle.

In this head‑on clash, the Wu family army fiercely pressed down on the army led by the eight great princes of Great Wu.

In the rear, the Qingqiu Divine State army, many elders of the Linghu clan changed expression as they looked toward Pei Feng standing on the prow of the Four Spirit Warship; their gazes instantly turned sinister and strange.

There is an Old Tie who can single‑handedly break a thousand troops.

Moreover, there is a formidable force—120,003 commanders at the Womb Storage Realm!

The Linghu clan elders suddenly awoke: how could a mere Prince An's mansion possess such mighty power?

Look again—thirty‑six Four Spirit Warships, plus those Five Elements Spirits with astonishing heavenly gifts… the power of the invincible army is unheard of and may be disregarded, but the army formed by the Five Elements Spirits is undoubtedly elite among elites.

A mere Prince An's mansion wielding such great power… even the Linghu clan of former years would not dare be so ostentatious!

What do you intend to do, Prince An's mansion? Follow Linghu Qingqing and plot to usurp the throne?

Several Linghu clan elders examined the Prince An's mansion's army from top to bottom; the more they inspected, the more uneasy they felt, and the more they thought—perhaps they should do something.

While Wu Tie and the others are still locked in battle on the dueling field, mobilize the Qingqiu Divine State's national forces to first annihilate the Prince An's mansion's troops on the Three Kingdoms battlefield.

The Linghu clan elders' eyes flickered, yet no one dared to speak.

Such a major decision should be left to Linghu Qingqing; they simply lack the resolve to make it—otherwise, the one who would seize the throne would not be Linghu Qingqing, but some unknown ancestor of the Linghu clan long ago.

On the battlefield, the Wu family and Great Wu armies collided again fiercely.

This time, the face‑to‑face clash involved over a hundred commanders from each side.

Accompanied by the grating sound of breaking limbs, dozens of the foremost Great Wu commanders had their bodies shattered and were slain on the spot; in the Wu family youths' ranks, only a dozen or so suffered limb injuries and were quickly sent to the rear for rest and treatment.

It is clear that even if the Wu family youths are one level lower in cultivation, their combat strength still far surpasses that of the Great Wu commanders by a large margin.

Wu Xian and the other six Great Wu princes grimaced, gritting their teeth as they stared fixedly at Wu Jin and the others.

"Are you the subordinates of Prince An Huo Xiong?" After the two armies collided more than ten times, causing over a thousand casualties, Wu Xian gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely.

"Wrong; I am now the Martial King of the Qingqiu Divine State."

The blood light that had shrouded the entire dueling battlefield suddenly shattered, and Wu Tie's laughter rang out, swiftly carried by the wind across a thousand li.

Tens of thousands of light pillars shot up into the sky, each standing between heaven and earth; a glance showed a single pillar a hundred li thick—a colossal light pillar.

Thick strands of Dao rhyme and Dao meaning spread in all directions, like substantial world primordial energy turning into an energy tide, howling as it diffused.

Silhouettes emerged one after another from the light pillars.

In the armies of Great Wei and Qingqiu came cries of joy and laughter.

They recognized that among those stepping out of the light pillars were the elders and disciples of Great Wei's aristocratic clans, as well as the elders and disciples of Qingqiu Divine State's general's clan, plus a scattering of general's clan disciples stumbling forward.

The Great Wu army fell into dead silence.

Not a single Great Wu elder appeared, not even one.

Likewise, not a single Great Wu commander stepped forward.

Silhouettes walked out one by one, standing silently on the Three Kingdoms battlefield. After a long, long while, the light pillars fell completely still, and still not a single person belonging to the Great Wu Divine State emerged.

Linghu Qingqing donned a brand‑new ceremonial robe and stood proudly at the forefront of the crowd.

He laughed loudly: "May the gods bless us; my Qingqiu Divine State has won… henceforth there will be no distinction between Qingqiu, Great Wei, and Great Wu under heaven… the three realms are united, only I, Qingqiu!"

In the Qingqiu Divine State army, the Linghu clan members jumped about like madmen, laughing, shouting, leaping, dancing; even several clan elders rolled their eyes and fainted under the surge of blood qi.

On the Great Wei side, countless aristocratic clan disciples clamored in unison.

They saw clearly that among the many who stepped out of the dueling battlefield, the Divine Realm elders of Great Wei were the most numerous.

Moreover, there are at least thirteen aristocratic clans, nearly all of whose Divine Realm elders survived unscathed, and there are many Half‑Step Divine Realm elite clan members thriving as well—so why did victory ultimately fall to Qingqiu?

"This, this, this makes no sense, makes no sense!"

The Great Wei aristocratic clan disciples muttered helplessly, at a loss.

Yet their own elder stood behind Linghu Qingqing; the elders dared not move a muscle.

Linghu Qingqing proclaimed: "In this battle, the Huo Xiong household has rendered peerless merit; I hereby appoint him Martial King of the Qingqiu Divine State, with his fief being—all the former territories of the Great Wu Divine State."

As soon as these words were spoken, the several Linghu clan elders who had fainted leapt up like corpses returning to life, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Before they could utter a sound, Linghu Qingqing pointed a finger; a Linghu clan elder rushed forward, subdued them, and rendered them unable to make a sound.

Before the countless soldiers, Wu Tie bowed respectfully on one knee before Linghu Qingqing and said reverently: "Your servant receives the edict; your servant thanks your grace!"