Chapter 871

Blood Prison suddenly burst forth, abrupt, sudden, unexpected.

Even Wu Tie didn't expect Blood Prison to strike at this moment— speaking of which, Wu Tie also didn't know about the personal grudge between Blood Prison and Feng Rong; otherwise Wu Tie would certainly have been on guard.

But, Blood Prison struck.

Pei Feng closely followed behind Blood Prison, charging out of the battle, his whole body burning with black demonic flames; seeing Blood Prison unleash a reckless all-out attack, Pei Feng raised his head and let out a long whistle, his eyes narrowed, and from his long phoenix eyes spurted a hundred-zhang-long black demonic light.

"Tie!" Pei Feng shouted loudly.

Wu Tie didn't think too much.

Pei Feng is my beloved; Blood Prison saved Pei Feng; Blood Prison has a grudge against Feng Rong, and I have a grudge against Feng Rong... Ha, let's do it— who's afraid of whom?

Wu Tie gave Feng Xiao a fierce glance.

A long string of words rushed into Feng Xiao's mind; Wu Tie, using soul transmission, voiced his demands and conditions.

Feng Xiao sprang to his feet, pointing at Feng Rong and shouting angrily: "Come, whoever is for me, seize this traitor who plots to usurp the throne, together with his followers..."

Wu Tie threw back his head and laughed loudly: "We, acting on orders! Come, where is my vanguard general, Blood Prison?"

Blood Prison struck; the Feng clan elders beside Feng Rong immediately someone wanted to step in to block— no matter what, Feng Rong is nominally the Sui Dynasty's divine emperor; even if the Feng clan elders hated Feng Rong to the bone, they could not let him die at the hands of a female demon.

But, Blood Prison had just struck when Feng Xiao and Wu Tie coordinated to put on this show.

Blood Prison, this female demon whose body is engulfed in blazing blood flames, is actually the vanguard general under Feng Xiao's command?

Eh...

Thinking of it, Feng Xiao's righteous army rose from the western demon country's territory— but we cannot underestimate these Feng clan elders, these old fogies of the royal family; they have their own intelligence channels and actually grasp external movements clearly.

Since Feng Xiao's territory lies within the demon country's borders, it's only natural for one or two, three, four or five great demons to appear under his command.

The Feng clan elders who had wanted to act instantly refrained from acting.

Feng Rong was hysterical, screaming and shouting curses at these Feng clan elders for having seized his Primordial Divine Bell.

Moreover, this severing process was not gentle; the Primordial Divine Bell forcibly cut its link with Feng Rong, shaking and wounding his soul; at this moment he feels waves of dizziness, unable to mobilize even a tenth of his internal magical power.

On the resplendent, gorgeous crimson peacock tail feathers behind Blood Prison, tens of thousands of blood-colored demon eyes emit boundless Blood Light; the fine Blood Light, carrying terrible slaughterous intent and bloody evil aura, sweeps in, turning heaven and earth completely red.

Countless strands of fine Blood Light shoot at Feng Rong; the dizzy, swollen-headed Feng Rong simply has no time to defend.

Qing Wu reacted fastest; he let out a long whistle, and the three cyan jade rings at his waist rose into the air, transforming into three small cyan halos that blocked in front of Feng Rong.

This is a set of the Sui Dynasty court's treasured secret artifact, the "Three Pure Rings"; it is said to have been a congratulatory gift presented by the Qinglian Observatory when a certain divine emperor was just born.

The Three Pure Rings are marvelously inexhaustible and ever-changing, an excellent treasure for purifying the mind, calming thoughts, and dispelling inner demons; moreover, they have a splendid appearance, so Wa Qinglan took them from the secret vault and bestowed them upon Qing Wu.

However, the Three Pure Rings are merely auxiliary secret treasures; they have some defensive power but are not specialized for defense.

Blood Prison's Blood Prison Extermination Divine Light is ferocious and brutal, with slaughterous might reaching the heavens, and it also possesses the terrifying power to corrupt magical treasures and erode the soul.

The Three Pure Rings blocked before the countless fine Blood Light; in just a snap of the fingers, the three clusters of cyan light, accompanied by a crisp "ding-ding," exploded into scattered cyan fireflies filling the sky.

Qing Wu spat out a mouthful of blood far away, retreated a few steps, and cried out shrilly: "Your Majesty, I have done my utmost!"

Wa Qinglan reacted; she glanced with heartache at the blood-spitting Qing Wu, casually pulled out a phoenix hairpin from her head, and then fiercely slashed at the incoming Blood Prison Extermination Divine Light filling the sky.

As the Sui Dynasty's empress dowager, formerly the Sui Dynasty's divine empress, Wa Qinglan is extremely wealthy. This phoenix hairpin is also a supremely powerful offensive treasure; a single sweep of it shatters the void, countless clusters of fist-sized starlight spinning, bringing forth long streams of starlight that howl out and heavily strike the Blood Prison Extermination Divine Light.

Starlight and Blood Light collided in chaos, emitting a thunderous dull roar; wave after wave of air burst in the sky, the Sui Du buildings within a thousand-li radius were utterly flattened, and the earth was blasted with pits several li in diameter.

After such collisions lasting two snaps of the fingers, Wa Qinglan suddenly let out a muffled groan; the pale gold phoenix hairpin in her hand was suddenly stained with a layer of light blood color, and fine blood-red lines rapidly spread across it.

The vicious lethal demonic power hidden within the Blood Prison Extermination Divine Light seeped inward along the hairpin.

Wa Qinglan's face also showed fine blood-red lines, like several blood-colored spiderwebs bared fangs and claws, covering her visage.

Wa Qinglan's body trembled; the blood-red lines on her skin seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, the skin split, and fresh blood kept flowing down.

Accompanied by a piercing tearing sound, large patches of flesh on Wa Qinglan's body split open, wounds reaching straight to the bone; even on her bones one could see fine strange blood-red lines.

This is Blood Prison's Blood Prison Extermination Divine Light— contact means death, touch means injury, overbearing beyond reason, with no logic whatsoever.

"You, just watch as a demon humiliates the imperial dignity of my Sui Dynasty?" Wa Qinglan's red lips were split into seven or eight pieces; she spat blood while angrily berating the hesitating Feng clan elders to the side: "This palace, after all, is the empress of Feng Zhen!"

The Feng clan elders were stunned, then dozens of them, hearing the voice, moved to block the falling Blood Light scattered across the sky.

Among them, an old man held a wholly crimson banner emblazoned with ten three-legged golden crows; waving the banner with both hands, countless golden fire lotuses swarmed out, scorching the blood-colored divine light with a "hiss-hiss" sound, turning it into wisps of blood-colored demonic energy that drifted away.

"The fearsome reputation of the Blood Prison Mountain Lord is well known; we old fellows have long heard of it." The banner-bearing Feng clan elder said in a deep voice: "But this is Sui Du; you cannot act wantonly here."

Wu Tie gave Feng Xiao a sideways glance.

Feng Xiao strode forward tens of steps on the cloud mass, then shouted sternly at the group of Feng clan elders: "Elders, do not be taken in by this vicious hag... she claims to be the grandfather's empress; then may I ask, where is the grandfather now?"

The group of Feng clan elders fell silent again.

They looked at each other; the eldest, most visibly aged white-bearded elder shouted sternly: "Wa Qinglan, Feng Xiao's little brat is right— where is Feng Zhen? He abdicated the throne to Feng Rong, but where is the person Feng Zhen?"

Wu Tie heard this and sneered coldly: "These elders are practically raising themselves into pig-headed bristles... heh, for such a major matter as the change of the throne, they only now think to inquire about Feng Zhen's life or death?"

Wu Tie mocked these idle Feng clan elders with his mouth, but in his heart he inexplicably arose a sense of vigilance.

Given the Sui Dynasty's foundation and strength, the lofty position of divine emperor seized by deceit, Feng Rong actually sits securely on the throne and can even unleash slaughter in all directions...

Behind Feng Rong, those who help him devise strategies and form alliances are truly remarkable.

"Elders, first seize Feng Rong; everything else can be discussed..." Wu Tie shook his head, flung aside the myriad thoughts in his mind, and grabbed forward with a handful.

As soon as he moved, five-colored divine light poured down across the sky, instantly forming a huge multicolored hand that seized the golden crow banner held by that Feng clan elder.

That Feng clan elder only felt his entire magical power suddenly stiffen, as if countless mountains were pressing down from above, rendering him unable to move in the slightest, not even a thread of power could be mobilized; his natal treasure, refined over many years, gave a jolt, then was grasped by the five-colored hand, and he was involuntarily lifted into the air.

The next instant, the golden crow banner vanished.

That Feng clan elder, both angry and anxious, immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood far away.

"Bastard, whose subordinate are you, daring to be rude?" Although knowing that supernatural powers cannot prevail against Wu Tie, this Feng clan elder couldn't even fathom what means Wu Tie used to seize his treasure.

Unable to overcome him in strength, he could only put on the dignity of an imperial elder, pointing at Wu Tie and shouting a rebuke.

"What, you're telling me what to do?" Wu Tie coldly regarded that elder; originally he had merely taken the other's golden crow banner to clear a path for Blood Prison, but since the elder kept cursing him, Wu Tie, not doing things by halves, simply threw the golden crow banner into the Great Dao Furnace.

How overbearing and mighty the Great Dao Furnace is!

The golden crow banner is also a tremendously powerful ancient treasure, yet in the Great Dao Furnace it merely rolled three times before being refined into a lump of chaotic essence, which the furnace instantly devoured clean.

The Grand Dao Furnace suddenly became a bit more formidable, while that Feng Elder's face turned ashen in an instant, his eyes bulging out over an inch, then he spat a mouthful of old blood hundreds of zhang away, his body went limp and he slumped helplessly toward the ground.

The Blood Light filling the sky, now unobstructed, immediately shot onward toward Feng Rong.

Pei Feng also shot up into the sky.

Wu Tie made his move, and Pei Feng no longer held back; vast black demonic flames surged behind her, within which a huge black phoenix flapped its wings, emitting a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering screech.

"Older sister, I'll help you." Pei Feng gripped a long spear entwined with black demonic flames, and with a flick of her wrist thousands, tens of thousands of pitch-black flame spears tore through the void, descending to engulf Feng Rong and his entourage.

The blood-colored annihilation divine light slaughtered all beings, while the black demonic flames burned heaven and earth.

The black demonic flames were like a pitch-black, despair-inducing ocean, covering the sky and earth; the blood-colored annihilation divine light resembled vicious, cruel evil dragons in that ocean, baring fangs and claws as they broke the waves and surged forward.

Xiahou Wuming hesitated, anxious, and urgently asked Feng Yin: "Young master… this…"

Feng Yin recalled his three brothers and five nephews still in Wu Tie's hands, especially Feng Shang, and after a cold snort he said softly: "Could it be that Feng Rong doesn't deserve to die?"

When he said those words, Feng Yin truly wished for Feng Rong to die.

Feng Rong has risen to power—how many people has he killed?

As for those other ministerial nobles, Feng Yin's relations with them are not deep, and given his nature, he isn't particularly concerned about pursuing Feng Rong's responsibility in this matter.

But the Yin Prince's mansion, where blood flowed like rivers from the slaughter.

Feng Shang's empress and consorts, so many princes and grandsons, so many eunuchs and palace maids, so many guards and servants…

Feng Yin's mother, his own wife, his own children, the close eunuchs and palace maids he knew, the familiar guards and servants, even the few small hounds and yellow orioles he cherished most—all were slaughtered cleanly.

This grudge, this hatred…

Seeing Wu Tie and the others move to kill Feng Rong, Feng Yin gladly raised a banner for them, giving them a righteous pretext to slay Feng Rong.

"Grand Tutor, you needn't worry about this; just focus on dealing with those demons and monsters." Feng Yin waved his hand, then glanced back at the honest Zhu Ganglie and Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign standing calmly in midair, instantly recalling the favor they owed him.

In the process of Feng Yin raising his banner and rallying the righteous forces, Zhu Ganglie and the Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign also played a major role.

"These two demon sovereigns differ from other demons… if they are willing to submit to the Sui Dynasty, then do not harm them… well, the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign too; since they have not taken action, we will suspend our attacks against them."

Feng Yin, hands behind his back, established the policy toward Zhu Ganglie and the three great demon sovereigns.

Xiahou Wuming was speechless.

He wanted to rebut Feng Yin's words, but before so many sovereigns, prefects, civil and military officials, and the distant Feng Elders, Xiahou Wuming gave a heavy nod.

He is a loyal subject…

The Fire Heritage Grand Formation's continuous attacks on Zhu Ganglie, the Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign, and the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign paused, though the pressure on their strength remained. A dozen or so supremely high-ranking sovereigns, accompanied by their retinues, surrounded them from afar, monitoring their every move.

Zhu Ganglie gave a hehe laugh and nodded: "Sure enough, Xiahou Wuming truly is our little junior brother; we still have this bond… tsk, just now he turned face and denied people—indeed terrifying, terrifying!"

"However, it's not easy to get away…" the Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign muttered lowly: "Dead pig, you're dead set on colluding with the Sui Dynasty, aren't you?"

Zhu Ganglie lightly patted his belly with both hands, setting up waves of flesh that rose and fell continuously, merely squinting his eyes without uttering a sound.

Pei Feng and Blood Prison joined forces, having already reached Feng Rong's front.

Feng Rong and Wa Qingluan, like madmen, continually produced one defensive treasure after another, desperately resisting the two women's two-handed assault.

No matter whether it was Pei Feng or Blood Prison, the source of their power was immensely terrifying, harboring extremely fearsome lethal force.

One defensive treasure after another was reduced to ash by the black demonic flames, another shattered by the annihilation divine light; the black flames and red light combined, giving rise to a power comparable to Wu Tie's black sword—a 'Great Annihilation Force' capable of slaughtering myriad things and collapsing the world.

Even the void trembled; the sky above Sui Du was burned through with countless holes big and small, spewing vast spatiotemporal tides that left the Feng Elders unable to stand firm, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

Xiahou Wuming drew a deep breath, then cupped his hands toward Wu Tie: "How about we go all out and first settle this battle before us?"

Wu Tie laughed, pointing at Xiahou Wuming: "My move comes at a high price. Grand Tutor, even if we are brothers of the same clan, what is owed later must not be lacking by even a fraction."

Wu Tie saw that Xiahou Wuming was absolutely a person of firm resolve, unmoved by external forces.

Therefore, speaking to him with roundabout words is useless.

Teaching him with fists, with strength, with irrefutable facts is far more useful than wasting saliva.

Xiahou Wuming's face didn't twitch at all; he slowly nodded.

Wu Tie let out a long laugh as the Grand Dao Furnace leapt violently from above his head; a Grand Dao Furness ten thousand zhang high spewed forth boundless firelight, instantly covering the plains north of Sui Du.

A shrill wail rang out.

A net-like phantom of fungal mycelium, a hazy phantom of a clear spring. The true forms of the White Fungus Monster Sovereign and the Soft Spring Monster Sovereign, which many mighty experts had failed to locate, were directly forced out by the flames of the Grand Dao Furnace blanketing the void.

Wu Tie pointed a finger, and his black sword transformed into countless rays of cold light, instantly sweeping the true forms of the two great monster sovereigns into dust.