Chapter 941: Wu Tie

Light and shadow rippled like water waves, spreading out in all directions.

Wu Tie appeared directly before Wu Tou; Wu Tou, sitting on the ground, was about the same height as the standing Wu Tie, and the two faced each other eye to eye.

They stared straight at each other for a while, and Wu Tou let out a low growl: "If you still have a warrior's pride, fight me fairly!"

Wu Tie smiled, and ten Dao seals appeared above his head.

Terrifying Dao pressure swept in all directions; Wu Tou let out a muffled grunt, and a large amount of blood spurted from his nostrils.

Just a light pressure, and all the blood vessels in Wu Tou's body were crushed and burst.

Fortunately, the great nourishing elixir that Lan Ying spoke of was no empty talk; the immense pressure inside his body turned into a rolling heat flow that nourished his flesh, and the just-burst blood vessels healed rapidly, becoming even tougher than before.

"You!" Wu Tou widened his eyes, staring at Wu Tie in shock.

After a long while, Wu Tou lowered his head and exhaled heavily: "How could a human possibly…?"

A swirl of Blood Light flashed in his eyes; Wu Tou startled, lifted his head, and glared at Wu Tie, shouting loudly: "Since you used the Gods' secret art, sacrificed to the Gods, and broke through to the God King Realm… then kneel, ant!"

With a booming "Bang!", Wu Jin rushed forward and kicked Wu Tou in the face.

Wu Tou's nose bridge shattered, his mouth full of big teeth exploded into countless tiny fragments that sprayed all over the ground; he was flung backward over a hundred zhang, smashing headfirst into the hall's wall, and sprawled spreadeagled in the snow outside.

Before Wu Tou could recover from that fierce, brutal blow, Wu Jin whipped up a vicious wind and pounced, raining a mad barrage of blows upon his head and face.

The terrifying sound of flesh and bone shattering rang like thunder; Wu Tou's body was very tough, so his shattering sound was unusually shrill and piercing.

But Wu Jin's body was tougher and more solid than his, and Wu Jin's strength was greater and more savage. Holding Wu Tou down, Wu Jin unleashed a frenzied barrage of blows; Wu Tou had no strength to resist at all.

Oh, right—he had already been infused with Lan Ying's nourishing elixir, so he was basically unable to move.

Intense pain surged; the immense pressure nourished his divine body, his shattered form instantly healed, only to be smashed again by Wu Jin.

Just as a blacksmith tempers iron, Wu Tou's body grew stronger through each cycle of breaking and healing; and the stronger his body became, the more excruciating the pain he endured.

After a full half-hour, Wu Jin finally exhaled a heavy breath, lifted his head with satisfaction, wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, and then kicked Wu Tou hard in the abdomen.

"Watch your mouth. Gods? Bullshit! Extraterrestrial demons, fallen into my brothers' hands, still dare to act so arrogantly… Do you think we're your father? Can't we beat you?"

Wu Jin's words were savage, brutal, rude, vulgar, filled with an unreasonable, barbaric arrogance.

Wu Tou was choked by Wu Jin's words, a breath caught in his throat, and he coughed violently, spitting out countless clots of congealed blood.

"You… you…" Wu Tou screamed hysterically: "In your human terms, you're nothing but whores who still want to erect a memorial arch!"

Wu Tou roared: "What means did you use to achieve the God King Realm? As if I didn't know? You sacrificed more than a hundred billion humans to break the Heavenly Dao restriction laid down by the myriad god clans, so you could condense the Supreme God Seal!"

Wu Tou, wronged to the point of tears, cried: "You've done this, you used our altars to sacrifice to us… you… you've already followed our rules… you, you… bastards!"

Wu Jin grabbed Wu Tou's neck, hauled him back into the hall, and pressed him down hard at Wu Tie's feet.

Wu Tie looked down at Wu Tou, immobilized on the ground, and said word by word: "That's right—I used your inherited method, sacrificed to you, in exchange for a chance to break through."

He lifted his gaze to the exquisite decorative patterns on the hall's ceiling and said softly: "But I did not sacrifice a good commoner, nor a virtuous person. Those I sacrificed were all deserving of death."

Wu Tou's left cheek pressed firmly against the ground; he strained to roll his eyes, locking his gaze onto Wu Tie's face.

His face flushed red as he let out a harsh laugh: "But after all, you've done this… you sacrificed to us—that's a fact. No matter what your offering was… do you think those old monsters hidden behind the scenes in your human race will spare you?"

Wu Tie smiled, looked down at Wu Tou, and said coldly: "What I mean is."

Wu Tou again flew into a fit of coughing from Wu Tie's words, spitting out a large amount of congealed blood from his mouth.

Wu Tie looked at Wu Tou with a chuckle and said lightly: "I have a clear conscience, so it doesn't matter."

He tilted his head and murmured: "Back then, the situation was desperate. Countless demons and monsters, together with honored elites, joined forces; even inside the Fire Dynasty, the Nine Kings rebelled, and the Fire Transmission Grand Formation was thrown into chaos—we were on the brink of national extinction and ethnic annihilation—did I still care about this?"

He shrugged, then kicked Wu Tou in the face.

The fresh silver‑glinting white teeth that had just grown in Wu Tou's mouth were shattered again by Wu Tie's kick.

"Don't try to trap me with these moral dilemmas… at this point, who still cares?" Wu Tie looked at Wu Tou with a smile: "Well, let's talk about something substantive."

Wu Tou sprayed blood from his mouth, going "puff puff puff" as he spat out the broken tooth fragments; the massive essence‑blood mixed with the potent medicinal power inside him stimulated rapid regrowth, and a full set of big white teeth quickly grew back.

He gave a few dry coughs and snapped: "What substantive thing?"

Wu Tie laughed and waved his hand.

A squad of stern‑looking armored soldiers rushed in, and in just a few moments the hall was tidied up neatly.

Whatever soup cauldrons, bronze tripods, large wine jars, and the filthy bone‑broth soup scattered on the floor were all cleaned spotless. The hall was laid with a black‑iron carpet, the holes in the walls repaired, a black‑iron throne set up in the center, and on the side walls stood weapon racks of pure metal that Wu Tie liked, densely hung with all kinds of heavy swords, spears, and halberds.

Dozens of Wu Tribe youths in heavy armor stood in the hall, their aura stern and heavy, their qi unfathomable—all were powerhouses who had broken through to the Honored Rank.

Wu Tie slowly sat upon the throne; Wu Jin seized Wu Tou, planted him about ten zhang before Wu Tie, and violently bent his two long legs, forcing him to sit cross‑legged on the ground.

"Let's talk substance—for instance, will you surrender to me?" Wu Tie smiled at Wu Tou: "You see, I had Lan Ying capture you by means rather than brute force; I've already shown you enough sincerity."

Wu Tou's face twitched with rage; he nearly screamed hysterically, and the Blood Light in his eyes spurted out to a length of seven or eight zhang.

Spitting foam, Wu Tou bellowed: "Sincerity? No violence used? Then who just beat me?"

Wu Tie spread his hands, looking helplessly at Wu Tou: "But it's just that you spoke too rudely… Look, we only used scheming to capture you, no violence. If you watched your language, you actually wouldn't have been beaten for a full half‑hour."

Wu Tou was again overcome by anger and coughed violently, expelling even the tiny blood clots hidden in his lungs.

Faced with Wu Tie's words, he had nothing to say.

"Beaten for a full half‑hour!"

Just eight simple words—just now Wu Tou had almost been beaten to death by Wu Jin!

He gritted his teeth until his molars clicked, glaring hatefully at Wu Tie; after a long, long while he finally squeezed out from between his teeth: "Surrender? Impossible!"

"Alliance, cooperation!" Wu Tie clapped his hands with a smile: "Surrender sounds too harsh—how about being strategic partners?"

Wu Tou stared blankly for a moment, then gave Wu Tie a contemptuous glance: "Noble spirits would never associate with the lowly…"

Before he could finish, Wu Jin seized a great axe and chopped off Wu Tou's right arm at the shoulder in one blow.

A miserable howl rang out as Wu Tou emitted an agonized, piercing cry.

Even though he was a tough, hardened man, the sudden loss of an arm—such pain that pierced straight to body and soul—still made him unable to hold back his wail, and even his tears burst forth uncontrollably.

After the axe blow, Wu Jin grabbed Wu Tou's arm and pieced it back onto his body.

Wu Tou's strength was extraordinary; the Barbarian God Tribe's flesh was incredibly tough, and with the massive nourishing elixir working inside him, his arm regrew onto his body in just three to five breaths.

The seams are tight; no scar is visible on the skin.

Wu Tou deeply inhaled cold air; the fresh blood that had just spurted from his wound, each drop like scorching magma, rapidly rolled back up his body and seeped in through his pores.

"How dare you… do this…?" Wu Tou gritted his teeth, word by word, glaring at Wu Tie.

"What do you think of a strategic partnership?" Wu Tie smiled at Wu Tou.

Wu Tou stared hatefully at Wu Tie for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said: "I don't understand; you have enough power to capture us all in an instant—why use such complicated means?"

Wu Tie looked at Wu Tou, smiling, and after a long silence he nodded: "Those of the Wise Gods who have pledged allegiance to my divine spirits must demonstrate their value."

Shaking his head, Wu Tie smiled: "And I need to observe just how great their value truly is."

"This is a combat simulation; I'm quite satisfied… a single Shadow can easily capture thousands of Barbarian Gods alive. That means the divine spirits of so many Wise Gods can exert an effect far greater than I imagined."

Wu Tie looked at Wu Tou, smiling: "Your capture today has greatly increased their importance in my mind. I will use them more cautiously and carefully."

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Shaking his head with a smile, Wu Tie said softly: "Actually, whether capturing you alive was by strategy or violence, I really don't care. After all, is there any difference between being captured unharmed or being beaten half-dead before capture?"

Wu Tou's eyes reddened with rage as he shouted: "What you just said… where is the sincerity you showed?"

Wu Tie lightly waved his hand, shaking his head with a smile: "Just talk—you actually believed it? We are… enemies, after all; enemy banter, and you actually believed it? Hehe, Prince Wu Tou, you're being far too naive."

Wu Tou spat out a mouthful of old blood with a "wa" sound, his whole body trembling with rage as he hysterical ly roared at Wu Tie: "Let me fight you to the death… I want to fight you to the death…"

Wu Jin stepped on Wu Tou's head, swinging his massive fists, raining down a frenzied barrage of blows.

The sound of bones cracking like popping beans rang out, the ground shaking violently. Wu Jin's heavy blows made the peaks within a thousand li tremble incessantly.

Amidst this inhuman barrage, Wu Tie's voice rang clear in Wu Tou's ears, even penetrating straight into his soul.

"Wu Tou, I've heard Mi Wu, Huan Wu, and Lan Ying's analysis of your mindset."

"You have always been ambitious."

"You claim to be the smartest of the Barbarian Gods."

"You want to change the Barbarian Gods' status of being hired and driven by the gods, with no autonomy."

"But can you do it?"

It's obvious that you, as you are now, cannot. Chi Chong has arrived—his status is higher, his lineage nobler, his backing stronger; his future influence among the Barbarian Gods will surely be far greater than yours.

"Especially, what resources has Chi Chong obtained? And you?"

"Chi Chong is already a God King–level being, while you are merely a peak Divine Realm cultivator—just a peak God General!"

"Are you resigned? Are you willing?"

"If you want to change the Barbarian Gods, start by changing yourself!"

Wu Tie narrowed his eyes, coldly staring at Wu Tou: "If you can't even change your own fate, what right do you have to talk about changing the Barbarian Gods?"

Wu Jin halted the inhuman barrage, stepped back a few paces, lifted that great axe, and glared tigerishly at Wu Tou.

Wu Tou panted, beaten to a muddy pulp; after a dozen breaths his body had fully healed, returning completely to normal.

He lay on the ground, staring fixedly at Wu Tie: "What if I stubbornly refuse to cooperate?"

Wu Tie shrugged, saying lightly: "It's simple for the Wise Gods who side with me to slaughter all the Barbarian Gods at the Observation Outpost—naturally, that includes you."

Wu Tie laughed brightly: "Then you lose your last chance."

Wu Tou remained silent.

Wu Tie looked at Wu Tou, smiling: "But if you cooperate with me, I will help you eliminate Chi Chong, help you command the Barbarian Gods at the Observation Outpost, help you grow strong—then you can… use your own ideas, your own strength, to change the Barbarian Gods."

"Cooperate with me, and you have endless possibilities; refuse, and today is your end."

Wu Tie looked at Wu Tou, smiling: "You claim to be an unparalleled genius among the Barbarian Gods—don't you even understand this simple truth?"

Wu Tou stared fixedly at Wu Tie, his eyes flickering, his face twitching; obviously he was torn by great struggle and conflict.

"I will become… a traitor to the Barbarian Gods." Wu Tou whispered.

"No, you will become their hero… no one will know you cooperated with me." Wu Tie looked at Wu Tou, smiling: "Do you really think I have the power to run to your ancestral lands and expose your deeds?"

Wu Tou remained silent.

Wu Tie smiled, waving toward the hall's exterior: "Mi Wu, Lan Ying, come in and have a good talk with Prince Wu Tou."

"Hmm, he still has some hesitation in his heart; you must definitely help him resolve it."