Chapter 891

Hiss~ Roar!

The black-faced man brandished his stick, tilted his head back, and let out a sharp, unpleasant howl at Wu Tie.

His stick looked utterly ordinary—just a jujube wood rod—but Xiang Bai's Nine Refined Immortal Weapon–level crescent moon halberd was smashed to pieces by him.

Clearly, this stick is at least a Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon–level treasure.

"Humans, weak, incapable!" The black-faced man demonstratively howled at Wu Tie a few times, then roared loudly: "You are the blood food bestowed upon the monster race by the Holy Ancestor… Whatever we need, we can just take it directly."

"Trading? How absurd!" The black-faced man slammed his stick hard onto the ground, and instantly the wilderness within a radius of ten thousand li trembled a few times: "Human race, is there anyone who dares to fight me?"

Xiang Bai struggled to his feet; a large area of his ribs was shattered, revealing his golden viscera inside.

Strands of black demonic energy coiled around his wound; Xiang Bai exerted himself to circulate his essence-blood qi, practicing the Xiang family's secret Overlord Cauldron Technique, hoping to dispel the wound's demonic energy that clung like a bone-eating maggot, causing him excruciating pain and hindering healing.

However, the black-faced man's cultivation far surpassed his; Xiang Bai only had enough power to face him head-on thanks to Wu Tie's temporary support.

Relying solely on his own strength, Xiang Bai was utterly unqualified to fight the black-faced man.

Wu Tie snorted coldly, glanced at the black-faced man's stick, smirked, and with his right hand grabbed at the mountain range on the edge of the wilderness.

With a tremendous roar, a mountain range stretching over ten thousand li long and two to three thousand li wide was uprooted root and branch by Wu Tie.

The Grand Dao Forge let out a low rumble as it flew from above Wu Tie's head; amid swirling flames, the mountain range was swallowed whole by the Forge, instantly melting into a white liquid, with impurities rapidly expelled, leaving only the purest quintessence of metal.

Behind Wu Tie, five-colored divine light burst forth; the innate and acquired Five Elements Grand Dao transformed into five-colored divine light that swept over the white metal liquid, instantly inscribing the complete Five Elements Grand Dao into it.

Inside the Grand Dao Forge, a rumbling sounded, and dao patterns of immense power, anger, solidity, flexibility, crushing, shattering, and the like were continuously etched into the white liquid; in an instant, three thousand six hundred heterodox Grand Dao patterns were implanted within it.

Wu Tie pointed, and the white liquid stretched left and right, instantly becoming a pitch-black iron bar, utterly unremarkable, its surface devoid of any pattern or ornament.

The black iron bar emitted a terrifying heat; Wu Tie swiped his right hand, and a sheet of blue cold light scattered down. With a hiss-hiss sound, the bar's temperature plummeted in a straight line, and in an instant it became merely slightly warm.

"Xiang Bai, your crescent halberd is quite ordinary; try this rod." Wu Tie gave a cold snort and tossed the black iron bar to Xiang Bai.

Xiang Bai joyfully caught the black iron bar with both hands.

He saw clearly that Wu Tie had inscribed the Dao markings of the innate and acquired Five Elements Great Dao into the black iron bar—these were five complete Great Dao principles—whereas ordinary innate spirit weapons usually possess only a single Great Dao principle, being conceived and nourished by the primordial energy of heaven and earth within cave heavens and blessed lands.

Five complete Great Dao principles—this unremarkable iron bar could be called top-grade among innate spirit weapons.

Moreover, the Great Dao forge had densely inscribed various unorthodox and heterodox Dao markings within the iron bar—ordinary innate spirit weapons, besides a single Great Dao principle, can have dozens of such unorthodox and heterodox Dao markings as assistance, making them formidable existences.

And how many did Wu Tie inscribe?

One thousand? Or two thousand?

Xiang Bai gleefully caught the black iron bar, then with a crack his two golden arms were crushed to pieces.

The black iron bar hit the ground and then sank directly into the earth, like a stone falling into water, instantly reaching a depth of a hundred li underground.

Wu Tie was somewhat dumbfounded, and Xiang Bai cried out in pain with loud howls.

The black-faced man and his companions, who had been astonished by Wu Tie's forging speed, suddenly burst into loud laughter upon seeing this: "Weak and incapable human race… you don't even have the strength to lift a divine weapon! You are unworthy of such fine arms!"

Wu Tie felt a bit embarrassed.

He had misjudged the weight of this black iron bar.

Having gathered the essence of a vast mountain range and inscribed so many Great Dao markings, this black iron bar's grade has soared to a terrifying level; an ordinary body cultivator at the tenth heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm, if his technique is weaker or his foundation lacking, could hardly bear its immense weight.

Xiang Bai had been temporarily granted a Buddhist Vajra Indestructible Body by Wu Tie's secret art, yet the black-faced man's blow severely wounded him, nearly shattering that Vajra Indestructible Body.

He rashly reached out to catch the black iron bar, and merely having his arms crushed was already his good fortune.

The black-faced man laughed maniacally, together with his companions loudly mocking Wu Tie and Xiang Bai as foolish and incompetent.

Wu Tie rubbed his nose resentfully; this matter was somewhat embarrassing.

To Wu Tie now, the black-faced man and his few companions could be crushed with a single finger—but at this moment Wu Tie could not simply crush them so easily.

Face, face!

With a cold snort, Wu Tie produced three fist-sized glazed relics.

Wu Tie had captured the Laughing Face Buddha alive, and he is still imprisoned in the heavenly prison of Wuguo.

The Laughing Face Buddha is one of the three present-age Buddhas of the Scarlet Lotus Temple; how many treasures could he possess? These three glazed relics are the supreme treasures left by the true Buddha patriarch of the Scarlet Lotus Temple, and they now all belong to Wu Tie.

"Xiang Bai, today I bestow fortune upon you. Hehe, Xiao Heipi, you wait!" Wu Tie fiercely pointed at the black-faced man, then seized Xiang Bai and lifted him into midair; a fingertip touched Xiang Bai's brow, transmitting the Buddhist secret art of the Hundred Reincarnations Buddha Golden Body body cultivation.

The Primordial Crown was activated to its fullest, forming a miniature time barrier around Xiang Bai, and the flow of time began to accelerate rapidly.

Tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold, ten-thousandfold, hundred-thousandfold…

Given Wu Tie's current mana reserves, the mana within his body is being rapidly depleted, and cold sweat begins to trickle down his forehead.

Wu Tie drove the Primordial Crown to full power, and its acceleration effect rose to a terrifying degree.

To use the Primordial Crown to reverse time is to defy heaven; thus the difficulty is immense.

However, accelerating time is to go with the flow.

Just as sailing upstream on the river of time requires thousands or even trillions of times more effort, while going downstream is like an avalanche—if sufficient power is exerted, the speed can be increased to an unimaginable extent.

Three true Buddha relics were implanted by Wu Tie into Xiang Bai's body.

After ten breaths, Wu Tie halted the Primordial Crown and snatched Xiang Bai out.

At this moment, Xiang Bai stood sixteen chi tall, his whole body dark gold, faint golden light glimmering within his eyes; three haloed lotus wheels behind his head emitted boundless Buddha light that illuminated the void, and with a slight movement of his body, the surrounding void trembled.

His arms, which had just been crushed to pieces, had already regenerated; the bare arms glowed faintly, and as they swayed, countless Buddha lights could be seen coiling and spiraling like deep ocean currents, his aura astonishing and majestic.

"Go, beat him." Wu Tie pointed at the black-faced man and gave a light shout, like a wealthy landlord pointing at a rabbit in the grass and telling his hunting dog—"Go, bite him!"

Xiang Bai gave a feral chuckle, bowed to Wu Tie, then came down heavily and grabbed the deep pit left by the black iron bar on the ground.

With a tremendous roar, the earth trembled, and the black iron bar flew out of nowhere, landing in Xiang Bai's hand.

Ten breaths ago, this bar crushed Xiang Bai's arms to pieces.

Ten breaths later, the bar was as light as a blade of grass in Xiang Bai's hands.

"Monster, come!" Xiang Bai hooked his finger at the black-faced man.

Wu Tie gave a faint smile, drew a deep breath, and instantly all living beings within a million-li radius felt their chests constrict and their breathing cease.

Within that million-li range, the primordial energy of heaven and earth was swallowed clean by Wu Tie in a single gulp.

In just ten breaths' time, Wu Tie's internal mana was nearly exhausted—the mana stored in a single cell of his was almost comparable to that of a mighty being at the ordinary Divine Manifestation realm. In that span of ten breaths, using the Primordial Crown to forge Xiang Bai, Wu Tie's mana was nearly depleted.

It's simply that the acceleration ratio is too terrifying, and the longer the time, the stronger Xiang Bai's power becomes, the more enormous the power consumed by sustaining the time acceleration on him.

Wu Tie artificially created a Primordial Energy Black Hole, and the black-faced man only felt his heart race tumultuously; he inexplicably recalled the scene from his youth when, while foraging outside, he was eyed by a natural predator and nearly pounced upon and eaten.

The black-faced man suddenly let out a sharp, long whistle, he swung his staff, leaping up hundreds of zhang in a single step, his body rapidly rolling, the staff transforming into a black tornado that slashed down toward Xiang Bai's head.

Xiang Bai gripped the Black Iron Rod with both hands, shot up into the air with a hard clash, and thrust the rod forward to meet the staff.

This time, without a million rounds of entangled combat, just a single strike shattered the black-faced man's staff; the Black Iron Rod broke the staff and slammed straight into his chest, emitting a dull thud as his chest caved in, large shards of bone flying out from his flesh.

The black-faced man spat out mouthfuls of blood, soaring high amid the startled cries and curses of his companions.

He flew up like a leaf in a hurricane, reaching thousands of zhang high, then his limbs went limp and spread out as he drifted down toward the ground.

One of his companions leapt up, spread his arms to embrace him, and carefully cradled him as they fell to the ground.

"Big Brother!" several men with hair standing up like steel needles surrounded the black-faced man, shouting loudly.

"Withdraw..." the black-faced man spat out mouthfuls of blood, with visceral fragments clearly visible in the blood.

A terrifying force ravaged his body, and one could faintly hear the rumbling of his bones and meridians continually shattering. Although Xiang Bai's strike did not exert his full strength, the Black Iron Rod forged by Wu Tie was overly domineering.

The destructive power within the Black Iron Rod coiled around the black-faced man's body, continuously destroying his flesh.

The black-faced man's words were treated as wind in the ears by his companions.

They laid the black-faced man on the ground, their eyes bloodshot as they rose, brandishing their dim wooden sticks and howling as they charged at Xiang Bai. They swung their staffs, rolling up vast clouds of black, malevolent qi that surrounded Xiang Bai in a frenzied assault.

Xiang Bai's whole body shimmered with a soft yet vast Buddhist radiance, and he cleanly returned a strike with the Black Iron Rod in his hand.

Several men screamed in agony, vomiting blood, their bones and tendons shattered as they were blasted far away.

The faint azure light shimmering on their bodies blocked the Buddhist radiance that Xiang Bai had imbued upon the rod, yet the pure striking force on the rod rendered this layer of gloom ineffective.

Like the black-faced man, several men collapsed limp to the ground, continuously coughing up blood.

Wu Tie nodded in satisfaction, slowly descending to the ground, he took out several bottles of the Grand Dao Treasure Pill that greatly replenished vital energy, swallowed over a hundred pills in one gulp, yet felt only a faint trickle of warmth stir within, barely replenishing his depleted mana.

He involuntarily shook his head, tossed the empty bottles onto the ground, and lowered his gaze to look down at the black-faced man lying on the ground.

"Who are you, and why did you attack this place?"

The black-faced man kept spitting blood, looking at Wu Tie with a keke laugh, he adopted the pose of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water: "Who we are, you needn't ask; we won't tell you... you, dare to do what to us?"

His arm bones were already shattered, yet the black-faced man could still move his arm, patting his own head with his palm.

"Come on, if you have the guts, just chop off our heads!"

In the high skies, fierce winds rose, rolling demonic clouds surged and boiled in all directions, and Zhu Ganglie and the Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign came rushing forth with murderous aura.

"Already finished? This afternoon, Hei Zhen, you bunch of damned things, dare to ignore the edicts of the Old Pig Brothers?"

Zhu Ganglie surged with murderous aura, descending like a meat mountain from the skies, and viciously stomped his foot onto the black-faced man's shoulder.

With a tremendous boom, the black-faced man's shoulder, together with a small half of his body, exploded into fragments.

Strands of black demonic qi glittered like black mercury, seeping into Hei Zhen's body along Zhu Ganglie's foot. Hei Zhen screamed in agony, an indescribable pain causing his whole body to spasm, thrashing violently like a lightning-struck eel.

Only a higher-grade demon understands demons.

How can we make them fear, make them suffer, make them wish they were dead, make them wish they were never born?

In this regard, Zhu Ganglie clearly has far more experience than Wu Tie.

Hei Zhen shrieked hoarsely, blood spurting from every pore of his body.

Zhu Ganglie withdrew his foot at just the right moment, stopping the torture when Hei Zhen was on the verge of being tortured to death, and with a kindly smile looked at Hei Zhen and said, "You are Lao Geda's person... is it Lao Geda who sent you to cause trouble? Hehe, this is not giving us brothers any face."

Hei Zhen coughed up blood with difficulty, panting, he sneered at Zhu Ganglie: "You have betrayed the righteous path of the demon race... you are traitors to the demon race... what is your face worth?"

Zhu Ganglie stared blankly, shaking his head vigorously, his two huge ears slapping his scalp with a papapa sound.

"Little brat, you and Old Pig talk about the righteous path of demons?"

"Is the righteous path of demons necessarily to drink blood and eat raw meat? Is it necessarily to burn, kill, loot, and plunder? Is it necessarily the survival of the fittest? Is it necessarily to have no fixed abode, to be uneasy day and night, to be terrified, with flesh and blood flying about?"

"We, the demon race, why can't we just enjoy peace and tranquility?"

Zhu Ganglie's bristles stood on end all over his body as he stared solemnly at Hei Zhen: "Why can't our youths store away their swords and spears, let their horses graze on the southern mountains, have their wives and children warm on the heated beds, and have their descendants proliferate, enjoying the joy of playing with grandchildren?"

"Because it is the heavenly mandate of our demon race!" Hei Zhen roared: "Our demon race is destined to take humanity as food... destined to burn, kill, and plunder... destined to slaughter until blood flows like rivers."

Zhu Ganglie shook his head, stamped down with one foot, and directly crushed Hei Zhen.

Several of Hei Zhen's companions screamed in anguish: "Big Brother!"

A flash of golden light in the Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign's eyes, and several men simultaneously turned to ash.

Zhu Ganglie let out a heavy cough, then said in a deep voice: "Old Geda has awakened; this matter has become troublesome... Third Junior Brother, prepare to fight to the death!"

"The four of Old Geda, what they follow is the demonic path established by the legendary holy clan of our demon race... they have absolutely no possibility of compromise."