Chapter 799

Qing Feng, let the little monk teach you how to respect your elders.

When Wu Tie greeted his brothers to form the formation, Xiao Mian Fo chuckled and waved at Qing Feng.

Xiao Mian Fo's snow-white, delicate hands, each finger plump, trembled; a sheet of golden Buddha light spun out from his palm, a golden lotus unfurled in the light, and a thread of extremely fine golden light shot from the lotus's core, sweeping toward Qing Feng.

Qing Feng drew a deep breath and solemnly said: "The elder's gift, I dare not decline… Buddha, be careful, don't lose face in my hands, otherwise you'll have no face to show yourself."

Xiao Mian Fo smiled warmly and nodded.

Qing Feng's body flickered, turning into a wisp of clear wind that rushed along the fine golden light toward the Golden Lotus.

Xiao Mian Fo laughed 'haha', shoved down forcefully; the big black turtle beneath him muttered lowly, carrying Xiao Mian Fo as it leapt up, likewise darting into the Golden Lotus.

The Golden Lotus hovered in the air, within it faint sounds of thunder and rain continually surged.

Feng Shang gripped his iron rod again, squinting at Wu Tie and the swiftly gathering Wu family youths behind him.

"Form a formation?!" He lightly shook his head, Feng Shang said in a deep voice: "You barbarian little state, what impressive formation could you have? Let this king see. Heh, can you withstand this king's rod?"

Fan Long, Fan Kun, and the others stepped on flowing clouds, having returned to the hundred thousand Red Lotus Temple disciples standing on the immense golden right palm. Hearing Feng Shang's laughter, Fan Long shouted sternly: "Yin King, be careful, absolutely do not be careless; this brat's formation is quite marvelous."

He paused, a bit hesitant, Fan Long finally spoke: "My Vajra Sumeru Formation was broken by his evil formation."

Feng Shang's expression instantly became much more solemn, he looked at Fan Long in surprise.

Fan Long is the chief disciple of the Vajra Hall of the present Scarlet Lotus Temple; the Vajra Hall is the Scarlet Lotus Temple's external martial division, the so‑called Vajra Protector, specially tasked with suppressing anyone who bears grudges or ill will toward the Scarlet Lotus Temple.

The Vajra Sumeru Formation is renowned; no one knows how many powerful demons and monsters it has suppressed in the four directions. That Wu Tie could break the Vajra Sumeru Formation with the aid of the formation's power makes Feng Shang inevitably cautious.

"A bit interesting." Feng Shang's iron staff let out a "Boom!" and spewed a great sheet of flames, then his body was engulfed in flames, turning him entirely into a fire man.

Wu Tie breathed heavily, the 120,003 Wu family youths formed a formation, rolling killing intent condensed into countless ancient god phantoms hovering above the military array, as if substantive killing intent surged into Wu Tie's body; his Pangu True Form emitted a dull roar, soaring several thousand zhang higher.

"How big, is it useful?" Feng Shang looked at the gigantic Pangu True Form before him, turning into a streak of fire that shot up into the sky.

"Your Highness, to kill a chicken with an ox‑cleaver?" Feng Shang acted quickly, but someone faster moved. A general stationed behind Feng Shang, clad in heavy armor, with a stern aura like a mountain, rushed ahead of Feng Shang, turning into a bolt of thunder and slamming hard into Wu Tie.

This general, Nan Gong Sheng, is one of the three supreme commanders of the million‑strong imperial guard directly under the Yin Prince's mansion, and a top‑tier military clan member of the Nan Gong family of the Sui dynasty.

When Nan Gong Sheng moved, wind and thunder surged in the void. He incarnated as lightning, his escape speed reaching the extreme; the saw‑tooth mountain‑splitting blade in his hand danced faster than a windmill by countless tens of thousands of times, sweeping up a sky‑filling blade light that chopped down at Wu Tie's neck.

Feng Shang smiled faintly and halted his escape light.

Wu Tie's strength—Feng Shang had just exchanged a move with Wu Tie and knew Wu Tie's strength was extremely formidable, yet still inferior to his own.

But with an army formation of unknown origin added, how much strength Wu Tie now possesses is uncertain. Rather than risking personal embarrassment, having loyal subordinates take the initiative to test Wu Tie's current mettle also suits Feng Shang's thinking.

Raising so many troops, harboring so many retainers, keeping so many henchmen—what for?

Isn't it just so that when something comes up, someone can run errands for him?

If everything had to be done personally, what pleasure is there in being the Yin Prince? How could that lofty divine sovereign's throne possibly have such great appeal?

"This slash, superb!" Feng Shang lowered his iron staff, clapping and praising: "Nan Gong, your cultivation has risen rapidly lately… this slash is already the pinnacle of the Blade Dao, isn't it?"

The blade light was like a silk ribbon, like lightning, tearing open the void and shattering all things.

An extremely baleful killing intent howled forth from the blade light; before Wu Tie's eyes appeared mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless demons and monsters. The artistic conception of this slash enveloped Wu Tie and the Wu family youths behind him, wave after wave of brutal death‑blade intent surging straight at their souls.

Nan Gong Sheng's Blade Dao, even in the Sui dynasty, belongs to the top tier.

He once fought the demon kingdom in the western borders of the Sui dynasty; with a single empty slash, the blade intent alone frightened to death six hundred eighty thousand of the demon army.

At this moment, Nan Gong Sheng exerted his full strength; wave after wave of blade intent surged like a raging sea, frenziedly rushing forth. As long as Wu Tie's soul wavered even slightly, the ensuing blade light would tear him to shreds.

But at this moment, Wu Tie and the 120,003 Wu family youths' spirits merged into one.

The spiritual power of 120,004 individuals condensed into an impregnable great mountain, brutal and heavy, blocking wave after wave of blade intent ahead.

Wave after wave of blade intent surged, yet inflicted no damage upon this solid spirit mountain.

Wu Tie's eyes spat Blood Light, and this massive, solid mountain lunged forward.

In the void, a phantom of a mountain shimmering with myriad strange lights flickered; the sky‑filling blade light struck that mountain, and the blade light, still several thousand zhang from Wu Tie's neck, shattered inch by inch.

Blood mist spewed from Nan Gong Sheng's seven apertures; he stared in horror at Wu Tie and the enormous military array behind him, hoarsely shouting: "Excellent formation… worthy of the highest rank!"

Feng Shang's face also turned dark as iron; he and the many garrison commanders behind him only then realized that behind Wu Tie stood the 120,003 Wu family youths, all of them in the Divine Realm—and not a single inferior deity; judging by their aura, they were all Heavenly Gods who had entered the Dao!

"Insane!" Feng Shang roared.

Wu Tie swung a palm; wherever it passed, the void shattered in bursts, black void cracks flickered chaotically, cutting all things, breaking laws. Nan Gong Sheng was like a butterfly in a hurricane, struggling desperately amidst the myriad void turbulences.

He could no longer bother attacking Wu Tie; all he now wanted was to return safely to Feng Shang's side.

With a tremendous bang, Wu Tie's palm slammed heavily onto Nan Gong Sheng's body.

The innate spirit‑armament heavy armor on Nan Gong Sheng's body exploded with a "Boom!" into fragments; he bellowed in mixed shock and rage, a crystal‑clear jade talisman suddenly appearing in his hand, which he crushed, and his body vanished into thin air.

After a moment, Nan Gong Sheng donned another set of spirit‑armament armor, his face grim as he flew out from the flagship's cabin.