Witch Wind

Chapter 421 Letting the Wolf In (Part 2)

Xing Tianli clapped his hands in admiration.

In the void, a green dragon and a black dragon tore through the void, stirred up the Great Dao, and headed straight for Lu Su.

People like Lu Su are actually hard to hate.

In ancient times, every major power had such a person. This person was of such good character that even if their relationship with each power was not perfect, no one disliked such a person.

The so-called 'kind and honest elder' often plays a unique role.

Every faction needs people like this.

In the most extreme cases, what is the role of such a person? For example, someone from a hostile force who is unhappy and in trouble on their own territory wants to bring their family to seek refuge with them.

Hey, who should I contact for this kind of head-splitting situation?

For example, someone said to Master Zhang, "Master Zhang, we want to pledge allegiance to Liu Bei!"
Well, the Third Master, when drunk, is more likely to pick up his eighteen-foot spear and stab you with eighteen thousand holes, leaving you, a 'traitorous scoundrel,' with no place to be buried!
Therefore, in situations like this, where someone is about to lose their life, it is necessary for a kind and honest elder like Lu Zijing to step in.

Discussing such confidential matters with him will ensure he keeps a tight rein on things. Moreover, any conditions or contracts you sign with him, as long as he agrees to them, he will definitely fulfill them for you.

Therefore, people like Lu Zijing should be treated with respect wherever they are.

He was the 'last insurance' left for certain important figures in other hostile forces within the various factions... This kind of identity certification, at least in Xing Tianli's mind, was the greatest manifestation of Lu Su, a 'kind and honest elder'.

But today, Lu Su's influence is no longer of any use.

It concerns the future of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei!

To ascend to the throne, one must thoroughly cleanse oneself of past transgressions—the heroic deeds of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and the tragic deaths they endured in their previous lives, are truly disheartening.

Lu Su retreated hastily, a white light rising from his waist, stirring up a shower of stars. Then, little by little, large stars exploded, and countless white koi fish leaped through the air as if jumping over the Dragon Gate. Streaks of white light moved nimbly and intertwined, forming a sword net that rushed towards the Azure Dragon and the Black Flood Dragon.

Xing Tianli's eyes narrowed.

Good swordsmanship.

Lu Su's sword was clearly a direct descendant of a great sect, magnificent and beautiful, with hidden lightning within it; it was clearly a supreme demon-slaying sword technique. If I'm not mistaken, Lu Su's sword was a direct descendant of the Jade Void Palace.

Compared to the swordsmanship of the Jie Sect, its killing power is 30% weaker, but it is upright, peaceful, solemn, and dignified, representing the grand path.

Unfortunately, the difference in cultivation level was too great.

The moment the sword net made contact with the Azure Dragon and the Black Flood Dragon, the countless koi fish exploded into pieces. Lu Su's personal sword shattered into pieces with a clang. He groaned, his face turned ashen, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

From the six battle fortresses behind him, deep shouts rose into the sky.

Dozens of warriors, fully armored and clad in helmets, led tens of thousands of elite armored soldiers over eight feet tall, along with hundreds of millions of native armored soldiers no more than three feet tall, forming a formidable army and surging forward.

The lead warrior, wielding an iron chain, had water surging around him, forming a white wave that roared and crisscrossed beneath his feet. From a distance, he could be heard shouting, "Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, cease your violence! Ling Cao is here, here to meet you..."

Before he finished speaking, a tiny, extremely thin beam of silver light shot out from the rat.

This silver light was extremely restrained, with no power fluctuations leaking out. It was just incredibly fast, so fast that even Guan Yu's sword and Zhang Fei's spear seemed much slower in front of it.

With a 'thud,' Ling Cao's breastplate, pierced by a silver spear, was pierced through. His massive body was impaled on the spear and flung away for millions of miles.

A handsome man, clad in silver armor, standing over ten feet tall and resembling a silver dragon, with a resolute and austere demeanor, transformed into a silver dragon and charged headlong into the massive army formation: "You lot are not worthy of the two generals' attention! Zhao Zilong of Changshan is here. If you do not make way, you will die today, and you will have no one to blame but yourself!"

Xing Tianli opened his mouth wide. With his eyesight, he only saw a glint of silver light. Then, Ling Cao, who was not an unknown figure in the Sun Wu camp, was stabbed and thrown away by a spear.

What a remarkable Zhao Zilong of Changshan! He could slay generals and seize flags amidst a vast army with the ease of a joke.

Yes, he held back.

This shot severely wounded Ling Cao, but did not actually kill him.

If that shot had pierced Ling Cao's forehead instead of his chest, what would have become of him?
Dozens of Sun Wu generals cursed in unison and surrounded Zhao Yun. A streak of dark light swept through the army formation, causing chaos and bloodshed wherever it passed. Generals charged forward, only to be pierced by spears, and then retreated, coughing up blood.

Before the tens of thousands of armored soldiers and hundreds of millions of native children could even activate their battle formation, Zhao Yun shattered their base with a single spear thrust, causing them to cough up blood and flee in disarray.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei laughed together and then entered the waterway that led directly to the heart of Sun Wu's territory.

Among them, some of the Wu generals mustered their courage and tried to bypass Zhao Yun to intercept the two generals. Suddenly, a thunderous sound rang out, and streaks of light flashed through the air. As soon as these generals moved, a hail of arrows came flying in, piercing them like target practice.

In the blink of an eye, each person was riddled with dozens of arrows, making them look like hedgehogs. The arrows were deeply embedded in their bodies, and even more sharp arrows pierced their internal organs, shattering their bones and meridians, leaving them powerless to fight. They could only groan and, covered in arrows, turn and flee, surrounded by their personal guards.

Above the Rat, an old general, clad in golden armor, wielding a longbow almost as tall as himself, and sporting a magnificent white beard, floated calmly in mid-air, surrounded by twelve enormous quivers.

Veteran Huang Hansheng!
His divine bow is truly unparalleled.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei only managed to force Lu Su to retreat, but the Sun Wu army was thrown into disarray by Zhao Yun's spear alone, and Huang Hansheng's bow completely crushed their last chance for a counterattack.

The first line of defense that Sun Wu had set up in this strategically vital location was so easily and seemingly jokingly destroyed by four generals of Shu Han.

These are only four generals!
On the surface of the Rat, there was a general clad in silver armor, riding a silver unicorn winged horse, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword, wearing a lion-face mask and a brocade robe adorned with a hundred flowers. Behind him gathered eight thousand heavy cavalrymen, also clad in silver armor, forming a digging formation, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The leading general exuded a chilling aura, only slightly weaker than Guan Yu or Zhang Fei.

The sight of the eight thousand silver-armored heavy cavalry behind him made Xing Tianli swallow hard – eight thousand peak Great Luo body cultivators, clad in heavy armor as thick as iron towers, charged forward in unison under the command of a top-tier Quasi-Saint!
Faced with such a formidable military force, Xing Tianli glanced at Ran Min, raised his chin, and seemed to say, "When are you going to engage in a direct confrontation with Jin Ma Chao's heavy cavalry?"

Ran Min's face darkened, and he angrily turned his head away, too lazy to pay any attention to Xing Tianli.

Under Jin Ma Chao's command, the eight thousand peak-level body cultivators of the Great Luo realm could unleash a military force comparable to three to five peak-level Quasi-Saints in an instant.

Only a fool would dare to clash with such a formidable cavalry on the battlefield.

Not to mention—Ran Min's eyes twitched, and he looked somewhat bewildered at the strange four-wheeled war chariot spirit treasure floating behind Jin Ma Chao, a chariot with a chilling aura that closely connected him and the eight thousand Great Luo heavy cavalry.

Without a doubt, this is a naturally occurring treasure.

Moreover, it is a supreme treasure born from a vast and profound world, specifically created for war and slaughter.

With the blessing of this innate treasure, the impact of Jin Ma Chao and the eight thousand Great Luo Cavalry was not just that of three to five peak Quasi-Saints. Their explosive power should be multiplied by ten times, or even more than a hundred times!
No true Quasi-Saint could withstand the onslaught of this iron cavalry.

no one!

Sensing Xing Tianli's 'star-chasing' gaze and Ran Min's 'provocation' look, Jin Ma Chao suddenly turned around. He lifted the Suanni mask on his face, revealing an extremely handsome face with the air of a prince, just like Xing Tianli's previous life as a superstar. He showed eight snow-white teeth in a very standard way and gave them a very reserved smile.

Extremely proud!
Extremely smug.

Xing Tianli simply clapped his hands in praise, truly worthy of being called the "Golden Ma Chao." Ran Min, on the other hand, had bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath, "When you're alone, I'll definitely settle things with you... Ugh, I hate you noble scions the most, not a single one of you is any good."

A low roar sounded.

Behind Jin Ma Chao, the four massive bronze wheels of the four-wheeled chariot spun in unison. In the void, the Great Dao surged like a torrent, violently trembling and fluctuating. An extremely fierce battlefield aura erupted from the chariot, instantly enveloping him and the eight thousand heavy cavalry behind him.

A loud shout.

Ma Chao swung his sword.

Just a flash.

While the others remained motionless on the Zishu, the six metal fortresses that Sun Wu had placed at the entrance to the waterway collapsed with a 'crash,' sliced ​​into countless fragments by Wuzhu's sword energy.

Thus, dozens of Sun Wu generals, along with tens of thousands of their troops, escorted Lu Su, who was coughing up blood, and fled in a sorry state into the narrow waterway.

Meanwhile, the hundreds of millions of native soldiers, whose cultivation levels ranged from Celestial Immortal to Earthly Immortal, charged straight at Guan Yu and his men, accompanied by mournful cries and shouts. In Sun Wu, natives were the lowest of slaves. If they died on the battlefield, that was one thing, but if they dared to surrender, the fate of their relatives would be worse than death.

A goose feather fan floated out of the mouse's body.

With a mere wave of the fan, a long, silent wind arose, and large, palm-sized snowflakes, carrying a biting chill, swept across the entire battlefield in an instant, freezing hundreds of millions of native soldiers solid into ice lumps.

A large group of Shu Han soldiers rushed forward, using their magic to easily capture Sun Wu's soldiers and imprison them in the dungeon inside the Three Hundred and Sixty Star Lords' compound.

In the void, the Daoist rhyme surged and the immortal light flowed.

A series of incredibly powerful beams of immortal light erupted from the creation personally crafted by the Prime Minister. The twelve primordial stars formed a grand array, slowly rolling forward and forcibly expanding the narrow path, which was only a million miles in diameter, to a diameter of ten billion miles.

Wherever the divine light passed, stardust evaporated, and asteroid turbulence was forcibly smoothed out. No matter what natural barriers you faced, they all became a joke before this vast and unparalleled power.

Hidden within that chaotic torrent of stardust were some of Sun Wu's fortresses and fleets used for surprise attacks. However, with a gentle touch of the annihilating immortal light released by the Twelve Yuan Chen, these fortresses and warships shattered. Large groups of Sun Wu's soldiers shouted and turned to leave, displaying a style reminiscent of the devastation suffered by hundreds of knights at Xiaoyao Ford.

Thus, the Shu Han army slowly advanced.

As a result, Sun Wu's defenses continued to crumble.

As a result, the Wu state was in a state of panic several times a day.

In just half a month, tiny but incredibly fast flying boats would occasionally sneak in from the heart of Sun Wu, delivering letters.

Within the Sun Wu regime, some powerful and influential families were already becoming restless.

Just like the story that happened in history, seeing that Shu Han was becoming powerful, they quickly gave up their determination to resist to the end and wholeheartedly prepared to welcome the royal army with food and drink!
The heartland of Sun Wu.

Beside a large purple sun, on the nearest star, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, lies a place of exceptional feng shui and scenery. The mighty river flows from west to east, and on its surface, thousands of old-fashioned warships float silently, their huge white sails billowing in the wind, making a hollow 'bang bang' sound.

In the vast palace complex stretching for hundreds of miles, Sun Quan, dressed in imperial robes, wearing an imperial crown, with a sword at his waist and double pupils in blue eyes, walked slowly with an expressionless face.

The spacious, long passageway was made of heavy, five-colored divine sand. Countless extremely fine grains of sand, each weighing ten thousand pounds, were used to form this passageway, which was stretched to a million miles by the void restriction. The number of grains of sand used to form this passageway was more than the number of grains of sand in the Ganges River.

This is a naturally occurring treasure.

It was when the Sun Wu army passed through a great world that it happened to be opening up. They ventured into that world when it was just born and obtained a top-tier innate artifact from it.

This treasure has been in his possession for millions of years, and Sun Quan still cannot fully refine it, nor can he control Ruyi.

Therefore, he simply placed it at the entrance of this tunnel to guard the most core and important treasure trove of Sun Wu.

After walking for a long time, two magnificent golden gates carved with dragons stood majestically in front of us.

Sun Zhongmou pondered for a moment, then slowly pushed open the door. A series of obscene and lewd laughs came from behind the door—in this most important royal treasure trove of Sun Wu, there were several men entangled with hundreds of women.

The ground was littered with wine jars, and countless delicacies on the huge long table were completely ruined.

Directly opposite the gate, on a huge golden chair, sat a man over three zhang tall, with a body as fat as a pig, a rugged face, and a full beard as thick as needles. Ninety-nine percent of his body had turned into a metal structure, and he exuded a terrifying aura like a monster. Several women with flushed faces were still stuck to his body.

"Yo, King Wu, you've finally deigned to come see me?" The fat man smashed the wine jar in his hand to pieces with a 'smash,' and cackled grotesquely, "That long-eared thief who sells straw sandals, he's bringing his brothers to take you down... Hey, you two are the biggest inner demons and the biggest obstacles on the road to becoming his two brothers!"

"I've heard that your group of 'loyal ministers,' those 'talented individuals' with 'unparalleled abilities' and 'strategies for governing the country and ensuring the people's well-being,' are all secretly sending letters to the long-eared thief to express their loyalty?"

Shaking his head, the obese man sighed, "Look, look, this is what it means to be betrayed and abandoned by everyone."

Sun Zhongmou merely stared coldly at the obese man, his gaze sweeping over him inch by inch, from head to toe. Ninety-nine percent of him had become metallic, with only certain male characteristics still maintaining his flesh and blood body.

The obese man stood up, proudly showing off his fully metallic, matte-colored, slightly blackened body. He raised his two enormous metal hands and pounded his chest hard.

A loud 'bang' shook the vast treasure vault, which was riddled with restrictions.

Sun Zhongmou's face stiffened, his heart pounding violently as if in a turbulent storm.

This treasure vault contains the most important batch of treasures collected by the Sunwu Group over the years, which is the Sunwu Group's most valuable asset. Therefore, the vault is heavily guarded, and even a hundred or so peak quasi-saints working together would find it difficult to break through in a short time.

But this obese man, with just a light pat on his chest, was able to cause the entire treasure vault to churn violently.

His aura clearly indicated that he was not a 'saint'.

His aura was much weaker than the aura that Liu Bei had emitted when he broke through to the Saintly Realm, which Sun Zhongmou had sensed a few days ago... but he possessed incredible absolute power!

Such a metallic body can unleash absolute power no less than that of a saint.

This is another kind of 'unique path', completely different from that of cultivators... Even if it can be considered a 'heretical path', it is still an incredibly powerful and formidable 'path'!

“Your eldest brother is quite the character.” The fat man looked down at Sun Zhongmou: “He’s reorganizing his army, preparing to fight Shu Han to the death… He’s planning to die on the battlefield like a hero, trying to break through his own limits in order to find a chance for a breakthrough.”

"However, according to my calculations, the probability of your elder brother breaking through in battle is less than one in a million."

"That is, after all, a 'saintly position'... Hehe, your eldest brother, I've calculated it. His destiny is that of a tragic hero. He has no chance to become a saint... Whether it's proving the Dao through force, merit, or even through incense and divine means... he can't do it!"

"Although he is your elder brother and the founder of Sun Wu, his luck and destiny are too low."

You are different.

"If you cooperate with me... hehe, I can't give you the Sainthood, but Saintly power is no problem at all!"

"Dong Zhuo!" Sun Quan gritted his teeth and called out the fat man's name: "Enough, enough, now you can explain who's behind you."

(End of this chapter)