Chapter 893

Spark Martial City.

Inside the palace city.

On the square, Pei Feng and the many Wuguo officials stood anxiously a thousand zhang away; before them, the spark fire surged, forming a huge fire canopy that firmly covered the center of the square.

Wu Tie stood at the center of the square, surrounded by the Six Desires Demon Lord, the Sarira Bone Lord, and the Three Yellow Springs Lords—ten great demon and venerable beings in total—each with three to five Dao Seals hovering above their heads, emitting a chilling radiance that enveloped Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie let out a low, pained groan as the Poison Dao Seal embedded deep in his chest was being forcibly dragged out, thread by thread.

The Six Desires Demon Lord and the four venerable ghosts are not of flesh and blood; they possess an innate strong resistance to poison. Only they dare to treat Wu Tie so carefully; if it were Zhu Ganglie, the Golden-Eyed Demon Lord, or the Dragon Vein Crocodile Lord, they would never dare do such a thing.

Otherwise, under the pull of the Dao Seal's qi, even a wisp of the poisonous Dao essence released by Lao Geda invading the body would be enough to cause great suffering.

With a 'hiss-hiss' sound, a tiny, thumb-sized, dark-green Poison Dao Seal phantom was sucked out.

Wu Tie let out a low groan, spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood, and then his whole body began to ooze viscous poison from his pores.

The Great Dao Furnace hovered above his head; the spark fire together with all manner of heavenly-earthly spiritual flames poured down, swirling around Wu Tie and burning away all the poison on his body until it was completely clean.

Just as Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin, the two elders who had rushed from Wuguo via the teleportation array, simultaneously activated their tokens, a crisp sound rang out; half of Spark Province's dragon veins trembled lightly, and a huge amount of heavenly-earthly primal energy surged forth, condensing into a near-substantial pillar of light that descended from the sky.

Wu Tie opened his body, allowing this pillar, hundreds of zhang in diameter and condensed into near-substance, to surge into his interior.

He inhaled it in one breath for a full half-hour, causing the free heavenly-earthly primal energy above the entire Spark Province to thin by ninety percent; only then did Wu Tie slowly exhale.

With the help of the two elders versed in formations and geomancy, after Wu Tie reached the limit of his current cultivation, he finally fully replenished his mana for the first time; every cell of his body became bright and sparkling, filled with pure, vast chaotic mana.

Zhu Ganglie, the Golden-Eyed Demon Lord, and the various venerables within Spark Martial City felt the aberration in heavenly-earthly primal energy, and their faces all changed.

Throughout Spark Province, in the airspace originally accounting for thirty percent of the territory of the Spark Dynasty's western borders, the heavenly-earthly primal energy in the void had thinned by ninety percent.

By that calculation, just how terrifying must Wu Tie's mana cultivation be?

"Old Pig's third junior brother... tsk... a monster!" Zhu Ganglie lightly patted his belly, desperately slapping gold leaf onto his face: "Otherwise, how could I say I am Old Pig's third junior brother?"

"But, your second senior brother isn't much good." The Golden-Eyed Demon Lord bluntly mocked Zhu Ganglie: "With so many people besieging an old lump, and even the Martial King's avatar striking him a few times, that's what finally scared the usually cautious, death-fearing fellow away."

Zhu Ganglie shook his head, his big ears slapping his cheeks with a 'pap-pap' sound: "So what? So what? You, the eldest senior brother, aren't exactly all that capable either..."

The Golden-Eyed Demon Lord gave a cold snort and said nothing.

After a long while, he muttered: "Wasn't I back there picking up those kids with the black needles, searching their souls?"

He paused, then the Golden-Eyed Demon Lord grumbled: "If I had been there... sigh, it's not that I, Monkey Grandpa, am underestimating myself; I could at least have torn off a bit more of his flesh."

Zhu Ganglie gave a cold chuckle and remained silent.

Pei Feng could no longer hold back and shouted loudly: "Wu Tie, are you alright?"

Wu Tie waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry; that old ghost wasn't really serious when he struck, still just playing games with us... this poison is no big deal."

After a moment's thought, Wu Tie shouted sternly: "However, this time that old ghost suffered a loss; if he doesn't strike next time, all well, but if he does, he will certainly show no mercy. You all... be extremely careful."

"In our Spark Province, I fear no one can withstand that old ghost's full-powered strike when he gets serious."

The Six Desires Demon Lord snorted coldly repeatedly, the Sarira Bone Lord gave a 'gee-gee' strange laugh, and the Three Yellow Springs Lords merely turned into three gusts of yin wind swirling in place. These fellows clearly harbored resentment, yet... upon recalling Lao Geda's fearsome reputation, not a single one dared to refute Wu Tie's words.

Wu Tie immediately understood: this Lao Geda is truly not easy to deal with.

Staring intently at the tiny Poison Dao Seal before him, this was merely a residual aura that Lao Geda had sent into Wu Tie's body, yet it still emitted a terrifying pressure that made Wu Tie's heart palpitate and feel oppressed.

Recalling before, Wu Tie's body had nearly collapsed completely because of this tiny Poison Dao Seal; only that terrifyingly strong skeleton could remain, and Wu Tie couldn't help but feel a wave of shock.

"Venerable-level, venerable-level... venerable-level!" Countless thoughts raced through Wu Tie's mind, his eyes flashing with sharp light, causing all the demon and venerable lords to tremble with fear and dread, unable to meet his gaze.

"Tie?" Pei Feng keenly sensed Wu Tie's agitated state of mind and immediately shouted loudly.

Wu Tie smiled at Pei Feng, then took out a jade bottle and gently placed the Poison Dao Seal, which the Six Desires Demon Lord and the four great venerable ghosts had jointly sealed, inside the bottle.

The Six Desires Demon Lord and the four great venerable ghosts joined forces again, densely inscribing countless seals and restrictions on the jade bottle; then, according to Wu Tie's request, they crafted the talisman that unlocks those seals into an exquisite jade charm and handed it to Wu Tie.

"These days I will go into closed-door seclusion to ponder some matters." Wu Tie looked at the jade bottle in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Feng, you shall oversee court affairs, with all officials lending their full support. Lao Tie will command Wuguo's troops, standing ready at arms; you must never let down your guard."

"If there is no major affair, do not summon me."

"If Lao Geda, together with the other three old monsters, or if any old ghosts from the Monster State, Demon State, or Ghost State come to cause trouble, notify me immediately."

Wu Tie glanced over at Pei Feng.

Pei Feng smiled and nodded slowly, making a gesture to reassure him.

At this moment, words are useless; body language can convey everything.

Wu Tie smiled and nodded, then transformed into a wisp of clear wind that drifted away.

After a quarter hour, Wu Tie arrived at a prison a thousand li deep beneath Spark Martial City. This prison consisted of a single cell, a hundred zhang square, tightly wrapped layer upon layer by massive formations and restrictions hundreds of li thick; inside was only the inmate Qingwu.

His body entwined in countless rune chains crisscrossing every which way, with iron chains piercing his limbs' joints, Qingwu was firmly fixed to the prison walls, leaning sideways against the wall; seeing Wu Tie enter, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Martial King, Martial King, I knew that as long as you don't kill me, you would surely come to see me."

"Heh, heheh, you humans... as long as you still harbor thoughts in your hearts, as long as you still have desires in your hearts, how could you possibly escape us?"