Witch Wind

Chapter 401 The Flow of History (Part 2)

The White Phoenix Star hangs in the sky.

Sima Jin's fleet fled far away, and Ran Min alone wiped out the mantis demon army that remained on the battlefield.

No one could harm a single hair on Ran Min's head.

No one could withstand Ran Min's casual strike.

Having slaughtered the tens of millions of mantis soldiers who had invaded Bailuan Star, Ran Min's aura grew increasingly terrifying. Vast amounts of essence blood condensed into a sea of ​​blood around him, and he stood comfortably in the sea of ​​blood, swallowing large mouthfuls of mantis spirit essence blood, his cultivation level soaring rapidly at an abnormally high rate.

Zhang Bao, along with Zhang Lan and Zhang Zhu, took to the air to meet Xing Tianli and his group.

In the outer sky, hundreds of heavily armored, exceptionally brave, but scarred warriors rode across the clouds, led by several bearded men who were cursing angrily.

A short distance away, a troop of soldiers, surrounding a hundred or so long, narrow ships that were clearly designed for speed and whose hulls were made of special materials, giving them an ethereal and dreamlike appearance, almost blending into the outer space, sped toward a chaotic asteroid belt in the distance.

Xing Tianli glanced at that army and his heart skipped a beat.

The banners raised by that army clearly bore the characters 'Cao' and 'Wei'.

Just as they were wondering what was happening, the incredibly fast fleet caught up with Xie Xuan's fleeing army. The long, narrow ships spewed out large slivers of sharp, cold light, like long knives, and viciously pierced into Xie Xuan's fleet from the side.

Thus, the skirmish broke out abruptly.

A burly, dark-skinned man, standing fifteen or sixteen feet tall with a waist nearly ten feet in circumference, bare-chested and wielding two short halberds, charged into Xie Xuan's army like a madman. Wherever this man passed, Xie Xuan's armored soldiers died upon contact or were wounded by mere glancing blows; none could withstand a single strike from him!
Xie Xuan's expression changed drastically, his gaunt face contorted, and he hissed, "Dian Wei!"

The dark-skinned man ruthlessly swung his short halberd, instantly cutting the hundreds of armored soldiers blocking his and Xie Xuan's path in half at the waist. He violently shook his head, flinging the blood and bits of flesh stuck to his face far away, and grumbled, "What are you calling me grandpa for? Calling me grandpa won't do you any good. Kneel down, kowtow, and submit to our lord, or I'll squeeze your testicles out!"

Xie Xuan was so angry that his face turned blue.

Xing Tianli stared wide-eyed at the exceptionally tall and imposing man.

Dian Wei?
Is this Dian Wei?
I really want to get a piece of his flesh and blood... Xing Tianli immediately shouted: "Old Master Ran Min, that Dian Wei is an unparalleled tiger general... Give me a piece of his flesh and blood, it will be of great use!"

Ran Min had already seen Dian Wei.

Seeing the two short halberds in Dian Wei's hands and feeling the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from him, Ran Min's muscles twitched with excitement. Hearing Xing Tianli's shout, Ran Min let out a long roar, his figure suddenly transforming into a blood-red shadow, teleporting over like a ghost.

With a loud roar, Ran Min arrived above Dian Wei, wielding a halberd and an axe simultaneously.

Dian Wei suddenly looked up and roared hoarsely, "Hero, state your name!"

With a series of clangs, Ran Min and Dian Wei clashed their weapons a hundred thousand times, sparks flying and shockwaves surging. In all directions, Xie Xuan's soldiers were sent flying far away, coughing up blood. Dozens of warships, whether from Sima Jin or Cao Wei, were shattered by the aftershocks of their battle.

Ran Min's face flushed slightly, while Dian Wei, as if drunk, spun around and staggered backward dozens of steps. Clearly, without using supernatural powers or magic, Ran Min had the upper hand in this head-on collision relying solely on brute force.

Ran Min raised his head and said arrogantly, "Your master is Ran Min!"

Dian Wei raised his head, his eyes glowing red. He muttered in a low voice, "Ran Min? Never heard of him... Hey, when did Shu Han produce a hero like you? Hey, following that hypocritical Liu Bei has no future... Join our lord, I'll vouch for you. If you surrender, you'll get ten stars as your fiefdom and a kingship. How about it?"

Ran Min looked up at the sky and sighed softly, "So be it, so be it. You, Dian Wei, have such a great reputation in the history books, but I never expected that meeting you in person would be so different from hearing about you!"

Dian Wei's eyes suddenly turned completely bloodshot.

"You damned scoundrel, do you really think your Grandpa Dian Wei is an easy target? Whoosh!" Suddenly, a piercing sound of golden locks breaking came from Dian Wei's body. Visibly, long, dragon-like chains of restriction flashed through his body and exploded into countless tiny points of light.

His aura suddenly surged.

A tragic, ferocious aura, carrying a strong sense of bitterness, soared into the sky.

Behind Dian Wei, one can see the six realms of reincarnation, the eighteen levels of hell, and countless hellish demons draped in chains, howling and crying madly in flames and pools of blood.

The vast expanse of space instantly transformed into a hellish abyss, an unbelievably cruel scene that threatened to drag Ran Min, along with the surrounding Xie Xuan army, into that hell in one fell swoop.

Liu Jing exclaimed in shock, "This Dian Wei actually transformed his own body into hell, using countless evil spirits as resources for his cultivation... The torment suffered by those evil spirits, the resentment, bloodlust, malevolent energy, and all sorts of vicious auras that erupted from them all became his power!"

Dian Wei looked up at the sky and roared.

His body gradually grew taller, and in an instant he transformed into a ghost king with a height of eighteen feet, a dark blue-green body, and skin covered with countless bas-reliefs of evil spirits.

The two short halberds transformed into something over ten feet long, stirring up waves of blood and ghostly fire that crashed down on Ran Min.

This time, Dian Wei's aura surged to a level comparable to Ran Min's.

Clearly, Dian Wei also cultivated a technique that was no weaker than Ran Min's, following an extremely vicious and demonic path... Dian Wei was born many years earlier than Ran Min, and was also a butcher and god of death who emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They both followed the same demonic path, and their cultivation progress was generally insane.

Ran Min laughed wildly and charged headlong into Dian Wei.

The two mad dragons immediately collided.

Xie Xuan let out a long roar, and the phantom images of mountains and rivers appeared around him. Countless soldiers of grass and trees roared and shouted in the mountains, rushing into the eighteen layers of hell Dharma images created by Dian Wei.

For every blade of grass soldier that rushed into hell, one armored soldier from Xie Xuan's side would escape from hell.

With these exchanges completed, Xie Xuan's army quickly escaped their predicament and fled into the distance with all their might... Xie Xuan held a feather fan, with nine clear, floating streaks around him, and a chilling sword rainbow pierced through thousands of miles. With just one strike, he broke through dozens of ships of the Cao Wei fleet that were blocking his way.

Without Dian Wei as their commander, how could the Cao Wei soldiers possibly withstand Xie Xuan?
And so, Xie Xuan's army transformed into a point of ghostly light and swiftly vanished into the void. The Cao Wei soldiers sighed helplessly, and amidst Dian Wei's roar, they quickly regrouped and surrounded Ran Min.

Hundreds of armored soldiers around Zhang Bao were making a commotion.

Previously, Zhang Bao rushed to Bai Luanxing's aid, plunging into Bai Luanxing's interior from the outside. However, the reinforcements he brought were unexpectedly thwarted by the army under the command of Dian Wei.

Zhang Bao was engaged in fierce fighting at Bailuan Star, and his troops were also fighting a bloody battle with Cao Wei's army in the outer sky!
However, it was clear that Zhang Bao's subordinates suffered a loss.

Even without breaking the seal within his body and using his full strength, Dian Wei, this mad tiger, was not someone Zhang Bao's reinforcements could withstand. In just a few charges, a small portion of Zhang Bao's 100,000 reinforcements were killed, and the majority of the rest were knocked unconscious by the force of the battle formation and captured alive.

Zhang Bao was so angry that his face turned ashen. He stomped his feet and shouted angrily, "This is outrageous! Bai Luan Star is indeed a border planet, facing the Sima Jin Dynasty... It is a full two months' journey from the Cao Wei border... How could Dian Wei possibly appear here?"

Zhang Bao cursed a few times, then suddenly exclaimed, "Wait a minute! My reinforcements were blocked by Dian Wei, that's one thing... but what about the surprise force that the Prime Minister had laid in ambush earlier, commanded by Ma Su and Ma Liang?"

Xing Tianli took another deep breath.

Ah!
As expected, Zhang Bao's troops were not the main force to deal with the army of Sima Ping, Sima Po, and Sima Shi. Zhang Bao was just a reinforcement. Our Prime Minister had a surprise force lying in ambush on the side.
Uh, Ma Su, Ma Liang!

Ma Liang is reliable after all... but could it be that Ma Su is the one who caused trouble again?
Shaking his head, Xing Tianli let out a soft shout. He formed a hand seal and swept it across the void. A ray of light surged forth and then slowly expanded into a circular light, a hundred feet in diameter. Within the circular light, countless figures flickered, large banners fluttered, and large warships clashed and collided in a hazy stardust. Powerful war techniques transformed into towering thunderbolts, constantly roaring and rolling across the battlefield.

Furthermore, numerous colossal machines, such as wooden horses and flowing oxen, resembling humanoid and beast-like mechs, frantically spewed out various giant crossbow bolts on the battlefield. These bolts, several feet in diameter and over ten feet long, while resembling crossbow bolts in appearance, produced small mushroom clouds that rose slowly upon detonation. These bolts were none other than 'Chaotic Primal Thunder' forged using secret methods; in other words, they were small-scale tactical nuclear weapons of the secular world… With a single strike, large warships, some tens of miles long, were blasted into a state of dim light, debris flying everywhere on their decks, and riddled with holes of varying sizes.

The total number of warships involved in the battle exceeded three hundred, and the total number of soldiers involved was approximately fifty million.

Of these, only about three million were heavily armed and fierce soldiers, who flew the banners of 'Liu' and 'Han'... The other forty million surrounded their army from all sides, and their banners bore the words 'Sun' and 'Wu'.

And the army under Sun Wu was even more devastating.

Of its more than 40 million soldiers, only about 2 million were elite troops, consisting of eight-foot-tall men from Kyushu. They were clad in heavy armor, armed with fine weapons, and gathered on dozens of large warships in the center, forming a battle formation that remained motionless.

A young man with long, flowing hair, dressed in white as snow, but with a sinister expression, stood on the high platform of the central command ship, observing the entire battlefield expressionlessly—tens of millions of tiny figures, each about three feet tall, wearing simple armor, were attacking the Shu Han army trapped in the center like madmen.

Among these little figures, the one with the highest cultivation level is only at the Earth Immortal realm, while the ordinary soldiers are just ordinary cultivators who have gone through the stages of Qi Refining to Spirit Transformation, Spirit Refining to Void Reversal, and Void Refining to Dao Integration.

Those three million elite soldiers of Shu Han were all at the Celestial Immortal realm.

Three million celestial immortals facing an army whose strongest force is only composed of terrestrial immortals, even if the enemy's strength is more than ten times that of their own, should theoretically be able to break through completely or even be directly defeated with a single charge.

However, it was clear that the Shu Han soldiers were hesitant and timid when they made their move; they clearly did not intend to kill.

Meanwhile, the small, three-foot-tall men of the Sun Wu camp, like madmen, frantically charged towards the Shu Han army formation. Many of them rushed to the front of the Shu Han army formation, raised their heads and shouted the slogan "May the Great Emperor of Eastern Wu live a long and prosperous life!" before their bodies suddenly exploded.

Flesh and blood, along with the soul, exploded violently.

Within their bodies, countless demonic lightning particles were implanted. Although the destructive power of those lightning particles was only equivalent to a peak Earth Immortal's strike, the constant impact and self-destruction of the small figures of Sun Wu caused many Shu Han soldiers standing at the front to cough up blood and become limp, requiring them to be withdrawn to the rear for treatment.

"Lu Meng, you little brat!" Zhang Bao trembled with rage. He turned around abruptly and slapped Sima Ping hard across the face. "How could you collude with those rats from Eastern Wu?"

Sima Ping's eyes widened, his face twisted with disbelief: "You bastard, which little maidservant dared to collude with those scoundrels from Eastern Wu... Ah, strange, the surprise attack on Bai Luanxing was our own strategy... How did Cao Wei and Sun Wu get involved?"

Xing Tianli said softly, "What exactly is going on on your side? Uh, didn't you say that you colluded with a certain Ninth Prince?"

Sima Ping looked at Xing Tianli very seriously: "Are you trying to say that the Ninth Prince, who cooperated with us, has also colluded with Cao Wei and Sun Wu? Ha, Taoist, although your cultivation is far superior to ours, you can't treat our Sima family as worthless!"

"Now that he's partnered with us, there's absolutely no way that the Ninth Prince will seek cooperation with anyone else!"

Sima Ping declared confidently, "Unless, all of us standing guard around him are dead!"

Zhang Bao's face twitched repeatedly. He gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for you, it would take Cao Wei's vanguard camp two months to reach the White Phoenix Star by normal sailing... Sun Wu's Jiangyou camp is more than three months away from here."

"We're fighting here... how did they even appear out of nowhere?"

Sima Ping shut his mouth.

He, along with his 360 clones, all had their eyes gleaming as they frantically racked their brains, calculating the many possibilities.

Black Mane, standing to the side, patted his belly with a carefree grin: "You bunch of smart people, you always overthink things. Hey, who says only one prince can collude with outsiders? Can't the other princes also have their own schemes? Hey, every family has its spendthrifts. With a few more spendthrifts, all sorts of strange things will happen."

Zhang Bao's face was pitch black.

Sima Ping's face was extremely ugly.

Black Hyena, that simple-minded fellow, smugly shook his big pig head, looking like he was the only one sober in a world of drunks, and winked at Zhang Bao and Sima Ping with a smile.

Xing Tianli sighed softly, "That's probably it. Cough, it seems there are people who wish you all dead. Tsk, and it's not just the Ninth Prince... By the way, how exactly does your Shu Han deal with these petty people?"

Before Zhang Bao could speak, Sima Ping burst into hysterical laughter: "The benevolent Liu Huangshu, hahaha, what kind of relationship do they have with these bastards? Heh heh, helping them develop their livelihoods and boost their national strength, the dignified Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty is just an ordinary prince in these scoundrels' 'Dali Holy Dynasty'."

"The Shu Han were merely guest troops residing in the Dali Holy Dynasty."

"They are just guests."

"But the guests are too powerful. Their brilliance has overshadowed the glory of the Great Li Holy Dynasty's royal family... Heh heh, is the Ninth Prince colluding with us? Are the other princes colluding with Cao Wei and Sun Wu? Bah, it's more like the Emperor of the Great Li Holy Dynasty wants them dead, isn't it?"

Sima Ping laughed so hard he bent over backwards, and spittle piled up high at the corners of his mouth.

He laughed wildly, "We're all old monsters who've lived for so many years, can't we see through this rotten stuff in the court?"

“Those bastards of the Great Li Holy Dynasty, they just want you dead... and you, you actually want benevolence, benevolence, kindness... Hahaha, sooner or later you will die at their hands, sooner or later you will die at their hands!”

Sima Ping looked at Xing Tianli with his head held high and chest out: "But we are different."

"Our Sima Jin Dynasty, with its vast territory, belongs entirely to our Sima Jin Dynasty."

"In the Cao Wei dynasty, that old scoundrel who loved other men's wives elected twelve emperors to rule in the same court. The twelve emperors schemed against each other until they were bloodied and bruised, while old Cao became the regent and controlled the government."

"Those scoundrels in Jiangdong, they did an even better job. The Xianwu they established revered the people of the Nine Provinces, while all children and lowly races were reduced to slaves and kept like livestock."

Within the halo of light, countless three-foot-tall children were frantically charging into the Shu Han army formation. They rushed close to the formation and then exploded with a deafening roar.

They were fearless, or rather, they didn't know what death was... What's more, it's very likely that if they didn't charge, something even more terrible awaited them than death.

So they charged, they charged desperately, and then they exploded in front of the Shu Han army.

They had no fear of death whatsoever.

Sima Ping let out a breath: "So, Taoist, no matter where you come from, your aura is that of a descendant of my Nine Provinces... You should know that there is no future in following Shu Han. Join my Great Jin, and we will grant you territories, land, and titles. You will have beauties, power, and wealth. Whatever you want, my Great Jin will give you."

"Shu Han, hey, the mighty Shu Han, do you know that the Great Li Holy Dynasty has more than 30,000 habitable planets, and Shu Han has worked so hard for them, only to obtain less than 100 habitable planets."

"You've got no future following that long-eared thief surnamed Liu. Seriously!"

"With your cultivation level, if you were to join my Great Jin, I would grant you as many planets as Shu Han, just as Shu Han currently occupies. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Sima Ping tried his best to persuade Xing Tianli.

Xing Tianli looked at Sima Ping with a deep gaze: "But Shu Han has a prime minister!"

Sima Ping was speechless.

Zhang Bao remained silent for a while, then together with Zhang Zhu and Zhang Lan, they burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down their faces.

Yes, no matter how eloquently you describe it.

However, Shu Han had a prime minister!
(End of this chapter)