Chapter 798: Flaming Fire Grand Array (2)

A warm and rich aura spread out.

Exactly ten thousand hundred-zhang small boats hovered in the air, each small boat wrapped in a layer of firelight.

The Blood Cloud War Banner unfurled with a 'whoosh' in the wind, the blood-red flag covering the sky, enveloping the heavens within a thousand-li radius.

Feng Shang wore a set of crimson armor, behind him a cloak like blazing flames moved on its own; he stood atop the flagship thousands of zhang long, narrowed his eyes, like an eagle before a hunting strike, his gaze like a blade sweeping over the crowd.

Qing Feng let out a soft sigh, bowed to Feng Shang: 'Your Highness Prince Yin, it's been a while.'

Feng Shang waved at Qing Feng, coldly saying: 'Qing Feng… does this matter concern your Qinglian Temple? Step aside now, or else your Qinglian Temple will be an enemy of this king!'

Qing Feng shrugged, shook his head: 'Moving aside is not an option. You should say this to the Temple Master himself.'

Feng Shang's expression turned grim.

The Smiling Buddha on the Great Black Turtle's back, his smile faded for a moment, then he let out a big 'hehehe' laugh.

The Great Black Turtle slowly crawled forward a few steps, bringing the Smiling Buddha to the flagship's prow. The massive Smiling Buddha looked down on Qing Feng, word by word saying: 'So, Qinglian Temple, are you willing to take responsibility for the death of this temple's disciple?'

Qing Feng rubbed his nose, helplessly spreading his hands toward the Smiling Buddha: 'Buddha, are you bullying the small with the great?'

The Smiling Buddha narrowed his eyes, laughing ever more happily: 'Can't you?'

Qing Feng sighed softly: 'I'm afraid the Temple Master's dignity won't look good.'

The Smiling Buddha pondered a moment, smiling brightly: 'Well, that dead ox-nose, his face sometimes can't be bothered with all this. Many disciples of this temple's Vajra Hall have died or been injured; we need an explanation.'

Wu Tie interrupted Qing Feng and the Smiling Buddha's conversation, coldly saying: 'An explanation? Then who will give this king an explanation?'

The Smiling Buddha chuckled, looking at Wu Tie: 'Who are you?'

Wu Tie placed his hands on his belt, thumbs slowly rubbing the jade inlaid on the belt, coldly saying: 'Great Monk, you really don't know who this king is?'

The Smiling Buddha grinned, smiling brightly.

Feng Shang grasped with his right hand into the void; a wisp of fire flashed, and an iron rod wrapped front and back with golden hoops, its entire body covered in cloud patterns, continuously spewing myriad sparks, appeared in his hand.

He coldly shouted: 'Are you the Lord of Wuguo? You, too, deserve to let Buddha give you an explanation?'

Wu Tie gave Feng Shang a cold look: 'Your attitude is not good.'

Feng Shang gave a cold smile: 'A barbarian small country, a mere king—seeing this king, you still don't kneel and surrender… you also deserve this king giving you a "good attitude"?'

Feng Shang's eyes suddenly turned completely red, continuously spewing fire outward.

He could immerse himself in the three thousand dusts of the world to train his mind for the Human Emperor's Great Dao… but his nature is extraordinarily arrogant. Were it not for his arrogance far exceeding ordinary people, even his bones bearing a 'proud frenzy' aura, how could Feng Shang become the Flaming Dynasty's exceedingly rare supreme War God throughout history?

The three thousand dusts did not diminish Feng Shang's arrogance and proud frenzy in the slightest.

He rolled in the dust, facing various setbacks and torments, merely using the Red Lotus Temple's secret art of controlling the mind to completely suppress the fire in his heart.

After long years of tempering in the dust, Feng Shang's heart accumulated a raging blaze.

Today, he abandoned suppressing the various fires in his heart, fully exposing his truest self.

Gripping the iron rod with both hands, Feng Shang threw his head back and laughed wildly: 'Even… barbarian little king, you don't even have the qualification to speak with this king. Heck, dare to block my great dao… come die!'

His body flickered in midair, Feng Shang instantly appeared before Wu Tie, bringing down a heavy blow with the rod.

Wu Tie's body shuddered, the Pangu True Form burst open, his clothes shattered to pieces, his hands spewing rolling clouds of vapor as he slammed toward the iron rod in Feng Shang's hand.

A huge bang, Wu Tie's hands and Feng Shang's iron rod violently collided.

Wu Tie's arm flesh was shaken into a bloody pulp, his arm bones shattered inch by inch, some bone fragments emitting a piercing screech were flung far by the force; amidst flying hot blood, his body stumbled back hundreds of steps.

Firelight surged on the iron rod, flames gushed forth, flowing along Wu Tie's body and instantly turning his massive form into a fire man.

Feng Shang also suffered a massive jolt to his body, he let out a low groan, his body rebounded upward, and after a flicker he instantly appeared atop the flagship's deck.

With a 'crack', where Feng Shang landed, the deck's roof split into dense spiderweb-like cracks; the whole flagship flashed with blinding firelight, the deep hull's protective seals were triggered, and the flagship's grand defensive array activated on its own.

One after another, the defensive arrays burst forth with blinding light, then shattered one after another.

Feng Shang's ten fingers gripping the iron rod turned white, blood seeping from under his nails, the rod vibrated intensely with a 'humming' sound, only after a while did it gradually calm down.

Feng Shang stared fixedly at Wu Tie.

Just now, striking Wu Tie's hand with the rod, that feeling reminded him of his childhood mischief, when he used a wooden stick to hit the shell of a Black Tortoise kept in the Flaming Dynasty's imperial palace, the recoil nearly snapping his wrist.

'Such a tough body… even if I deployed the Pangu Scripture, it's still formidable strength.' A spark of heat flashed somewhere deep in Feng Shang; he fixed his gaze on Wu Tie and said solemnly: 'This king seeks talent thirstily… if you join my ranks, this king will surely employ you greatly.'

Grinning, Feng Shang released his grip on the iron rod without a change in expression, letting it hover before him, hands behind his back, he forcefully flexed his fingers, relaxing the meridians nearly shattered by the shock.

'Consider this? In our dynasty, there are countless opportunities to earn merit on all sides; with your cultivation, you could easily shine brilliantly under this king's command. Even if you someday become a lord of a state…'

Wu Tie cut off Feng Shang's words, glancing sideways at him with a cold smile: 'Do you think this king is a fool? This king now rules over hundreds of millions of subjects and boundless lands… this king is the supreme ruler of Wuguo; would this king have his brains eaten by dogs to go serve under you for a meal?'

Wu Tie's eyes bloodshot, his arms emitted a 'crack-crack' sound; the bone fragments that had flown out kept flying back, piecing together where they belonged. The shattered flesh regenerated, and Wu Tie's aura noticeably increased a bit.

The Qinglian Temple's Wanjie Scripture is indeed excellent; as long as one isn't killed on the spot, the more severe the injury, the more it can boost one's cultivation.

Such an unreasonable supreme Dao law, though painful, is nevertheless delightfully addictive.

Wu Tie madly circulated his mana, the smile on his face fading to reveal boundless madness.

'You bastards of the Flaming Dynasty, do you all really think so highly of yourselves? Heh, what have you made of my Wuguo, my Wu King, and my Wu Tie's kin and subjects?'

'Are you just letting us be your prey to hunt as you please?'

'Form the array…' Wu Tie raised his fists high: 'Kill them!'