Unbreakable

Wu Tie soared into the air. The instant great slabs of stone came crashing down like raindrops, Shi Lingqing's lips curled up, and she smiled with delight.

Luolin let out a low roar. His straight blade swept out a ring of silver light in midair, shattering seven or eight stones hurtling toward him. Behind him, a newly arrived young man swung both hands at once, sending dozens of gleaming silver triangular spikes flying from his hands.

The triangular spikes flickered with a faint cold gleam, striking each falling stone with perfect accuracy.

The little-finger-sized triangular spikes were heavy and sharp. Amid dull collisions, the stones were smashed into bean-sized fragments. By the time they fell onto Luolin and the others, they no longer had the slightest killing power.

"You go. Kill!" Luolin shouted, taking the initiative to meet Wu Tie. "Nail, coordinate with me!"

The young man behind him slapped the beast-hide pouch at his waist. The triangular spikes that had just fallen to the ground rose one after another, like a swarm of cheerful bees flying back into the beast-hide pouch.

The other six young men charged toward Shi Lingqing's group at the same time, while the young man Luolin called Nail followed close behind him. The moment Luolin moved, Nail flicked his right hand, and three triangular spikes arced through the air toward Wu Tie.

Wu Tie was gliding through the air and could not dodge in time.

The triangular spikes came incredibly fast, carrying a thread of icy wind as they stabbed into Wu Tie's left and right chest and lower abdomen.

A crisp clang rang out. Sparks scattered as the triangular spikes bounced back, leaving not the slightest mark on Wu Tie's seemingly thin fitted armor.

Nail's eyes lit up abruptly. "Fine armor!"

Wu Tie landed heavily on both feet, directly in front of Luolin. His spear shot straight toward Luolin.

Luolin swung his straight blade, bringing it down heavily upon the spear.

With a thunderous boom, Shi Lingqing's group and the six charging young men all turned to look in their direction.

Wu Tie's arms trembled slightly. The force transmitted through Luolin's straight blade was nowhere near as great as he had expected. On the contrary, Wu Tie's strength completely crushed Luolin's. His spear knocked the straight blade aside, and its tip stabbed straight toward Luolin's chest.

Luolin let out a strange cry and abruptly retreated. At the same time, two tiny short blades flew from the pouch at his waist, transforming into cold flashes as they chopped fiercely at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie swung his spear in an arc with both hands, knocking one short blade flying in a single blow. The other came too fast, skimming alongside the spear before viciously stabbing into Wu Tie's waist.

Another crisp clang rang out. Sparks flashed. The fitted armor was completely unharmed, while the short blade bounced back instead.

"Good!" Even Wu Tie could not help shouting excitedly.

He abruptly pressed the slightly raised diamond-shaped piece between his chest and abdomen with his left hand. A faint glow lit up at the cuffs and collar of the fitted armor. The armor squirmed, and pale metal fluid surged out, swiftly covering his hands and head.

The metal fluid solidified, and Wu Tie's entire body was enveloped by the fitted armor.

Over his eyes were two thin crimson crystal lenses that glimmered with ferocious bloody light. Combined with the pale armor covering his entire body, he looked exceptionally savage at first glance. "I told you. This is my territory. None of you are allowed to fight here."

Once his head was completely covered by armor, Wu Tie's voice became deep and stiff, carrying a metallic ring that shook the ears.

Luolin roared. His straight blade swung as the two short blades whirled rapidly around him, creating piercing shrieks through the air. His body suddenly burst apart, transforming into three afterimages that rushed toward Wu Tie.

Luolin's speed exceeded Wu Tie's expectations, and the technique that turned his body into afterimages left Wu Tie flustered and struggling to cope.

He heard only the howl of wind. Shadows swayed and flickered around him, and before Wu Tie could determine where his enemy truly was, blade light flashed. The straight blade slashed him dozens of times, while the two short blades shrieked as they chopped at him dozens more times.

Wu Tie stood motionless where he was.

The pale fitted armor was incomparably smooth. No matter how wildly Luolin attacked, he could not leave even the faintest trace behind.

Nail behind Luolin shouted. He slapped the pouch at his waist with his left hand, and dozens of triangular spikes flashed with cold light as they shot over with faint whistles. The spikes struck Wu Tie madly, yet only sparks scattered wildly. Not a single spike could inflict even the slightest injury on him.

After standing still and enduring the fierce assault for a while, Wu Tie had gradually grown accustomed to Luolin's storm-like barrage.

The invisible force field around his body could now capture Luolin's figure. Of the three afterimages, only one was Luolin's true body.

Without warning, Wu Tie shouted. The air around him abruptly solidified, and two of Luolin's three afterimages collapsed on the spot. Only Luolin's true body suddenly froze at Wu Tie's front right.

This was precisely the most convenient position for Wu Tie to attack from. With a glint of cold light, the spearhead struck heavily toward Luolin's thigh.

Wu Tie did not want to kill anyone.

To begin with, he had not possessed much desire to fight in this battle.

If not for Shi Lingqing... Wu Tie might not have acted against Luolin's group at all.

So he only wanted to seriously injure Luolin. If he could pierce one of Luolin's thighs, then Luolin would settle down for a while, right?

Among the six young men attacking Shi Lingqing's group, one of the newcomers abruptly stopped. He rubbed his hands together, and an earth-yellow stone pillar as thick as a washbasin appeared out of thin air in his hands.

Grasping the stone pillar, nearly as tall as he was, with both hands, he smashed it heavily into the ground. The earth all around them immediately writhed violently like rippling water.

Everyone within a hundred-meter radius lost their footing. Wu Tie's spear lost its aim as well and merely grazed past Luolin's thigh. The spearhead was too sharp, tearing open Luolin's trousers and leaving a half-inch-deep bloody gash on his thigh.

Blood sprayed everywhere. Luolin roared in pain, and the straight blade in his hand suddenly flew free, becoming a cold flash that stabbed heavily into Wu Tie's heart.

This strike was far more powerful than the attacks of the two short blades. Though it still failed to break through the fitted armor's defenses, Wu Tie felt as if he had been struck head-on by a battering ram. Unable to keep his footing, he flew backward more than ten meters.

The straight blade vibrated violently, spinning as it bounced dozens of meters into the air.

Luolin shouted and once again transformed into three afterimages, springing more than ten meters into the air. He grabbed the straight blade with one hand, his body swaying as he dove down from above toward Wu Tie.

Blade light was like snow, illuminating Wu Tie's eyes.

This descending slash was exceptionally fierce, its edge aimed directly at Wu Tie's neck.

Just as Wu Tie was about to evade, the young man holding the earth-yellow stone pillar waved his hand. The seemingly heavy pillar unexpectedly floated lightly more than a hundred meters before crashing down several meters in front of Wu Tie.

Yellow light flickered from the stone pillar. The ground writhed, and two rock arms burst fiercely from the earth, clamping down hard on Wu Tie's calves.

Wu Tie's body swayed. He could not move.

Luolin roared at the top of his lungs. With a flash in midair, his long blade chopped viciously into Wu Tie's neck.

Sparks flew everywhere. Luolin's long blade shook violently, its body bending until it was nearly broken. Wu Tie's fitted armor remained as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest mark.

Before Luolin's body could hit the ground, Wu Tie thrust his spear toward him.

Luolin's strike had clearly been intended to sever Wu Tie's head. He had shown absolutely no mercy.

Fury surged in Wu Tie's heart. He simply thrust his spear toward Luolin's vital heart in return—just as Wu Zhan had said, and as Old Tie had taught him these past few days. If someone wanted to kill you, kill him first!

"Take precautions before disaster strikes"... Old Tie had said that sentence to Wu Tie in a refined, flowery manner, full of swagger.

Luolin had used too much force. With his body in midair, he no longer had the strength to evade.

Nail behind him shouted wildly. Dozens of triangular spikes shot over, striking Luolin's clothes and abruptly jerking his body more than half a foot sideways.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the sound of flesh and bone tearing was clearly audible.

The spear pierced through Luolin's left shoulder. Wu Tie violently swung both hands, and Luolin let out a hoarse scream as the spear carried him down and smashed him viciously into the ground.

With a swing of Wu Tie's arms now, his raw physical strength alone amounted to twenty or thirty thousand jin.

Angered by Luolin's excessive ruthlessness, he also used the Origin Power he had only just cultivated. With Origin Power's assistance, his physical strength increased by more than another half.

As the spear swung, the earth-yellow stone pillar in front of Wu Tie suddenly lit up. Where Luolin's body landed, a great expanse of soil writhed, and a large patch of ground abruptly turned into a thick mud pit.

With a huge boom, countless streams of mud shot into the sky as Luolin crashed heavily into the mud pit.

Four more rock arms suddenly emerged beneath Wu Tie's feet, gripping his thighs and waist respectively. The earth-yellow stone pillar abruptly flew up and smashed down at Wu Tie's head.

Wu Tie let out a low roar. His body shook violently as all his strength erupted at once, and the rock arms gave off ear-piercing cracking sounds. Wu Tie struggled fiercely twice, snapping every rock arm apart. He swept his spear sideways and struck the stone pillar viciously.

The seemingly light stone pillar actually weighed several thousand jin.

But that weight meant little to Wu Tie. His spear swept across, and with a thunderous boom, the pillar was smashed dozens of meters away, shattering a huge boulder in the distance.

"I told you, this is my territory. You are not allowed to fight here!"

In the mud pit, Luolin, coughing up mouthfuls of blood from the fall, had only just struggled to his feet when Wu Tie reached his side in a single step and fiercely grabbed his head with his left hand.

For no reason, Wu Tie thought of those heads he had washed in the Wu Family's stone fortress.

Luolin's neck was very fragile. Wu Tie could clearly feel that, if he wanted to, he only needed to twist lightly to tear Luolin's head off...

Veins bulged one after another across Luolin's forehead. His entire body was rigid as he gasped in great mouthfuls of air.

Wu Tie could sense that Luolin's heart was filled with fury and despair, but not fear.

Fury and despair, but not fear.

Wu Tie tightened his hand slightly, and Luolin's hair made snapping sounds.

Several meters away, Nail shouted. With a heavy THUD, he suddenly dropped to his knees before Wu Tie. "Let Luolin go... We, we..."

Nail, whose face still carried a trace of childishness, was clearly not good with words. With both hands pressed to the ground, he kowtowed three times to Wu Tie with three heavy THUDS. There happened to be a sharp stone before him, and the flesh on his forehead split open, blood streaming all over his face.

Wu Tie's heart convulsed violently.

At that moment, Nail's figure overlapped with Wu Jin's.

The fury and killing intent in his heart vanished cleanly like a receding tide. Wu Tie slowly released his left hand, lifted Luolin up, and tossed him before Nail.

"This is my territory." Wu Tie repeated his stance once more.

Shi Lingqing and her subordinates quickly approached Wu Tie. From far away, Shi Lingqing called out in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Young master, please uphold justice for us..."

The young man controlling the earth-yellow stone pillar abruptly stepped forward twice. In a deep voice, he said, "As this lord commands. On this lord's territory, we will not fight again."

Wu Tie nodded.

Nail carefully rose to his feet, glanced at Wu Tie, then picked up Luolin, whose bones were broken in many places, and quickly returned to his companions.

Shi Lingqing looked at Luolin's group, gritted her teeth, and strode toward Wu Tie.

Wu Tie ignored her. He turned and leaped, gliding up like a bird. Using the fern forest as leverage, he made several jumps and disappeared into the distance.

Shi Lingqing could not catch up. She could only call "Young master" several times in her sweet voice, yet received no response from Wu Tie at all.

Shi Lingqing's group and Luolin's group stood in a distant standoff over two hundred meters apart for a while. After glaring at one another wide-eyed for some time, the young man holding the stone pillar gave a cold laugh. "Shi Lingqing... Let's see where you, you venomous woman, can run. We will keep watch on you. The moment you leave this lord's territory..."

Shi Lingqing gave a fearless sneer. "I have roughly guessed where you come from... I can afford to waste time on this young master's territory. Do you dare waste time with me?"

With her head held high, Shi Lingqing laughed smugly a few times, then turned and swayed her way toward her wooden shed.

One of her thighs was still extremely numb. Shi Lingqing had originally intended to leave like a princess, but her movements now contained considerably more embarrassment.

Four Ox Tribe warriors and eight Human Race guards followed behind Shi Lingqing, slowly backing away while facing Luolin and the others. Only after the two sides were more than a li apart did they turn around and follow Shi Lingqing.

The seven young men looked at the severely wounded Luolin. The young man carrying a longbow muttered angrily.

"Boss!" Several young men looked toward the young man holding the stone pillar.

The young man clenched his teeth tightly, looking first toward the direction Wu Tie had disappeared in, then toward where Shi Lingqing and the others were.

After a long while, he finally said coldly, "She says we cannot afford to waste time? Then we will waste time with her. I will bear all the consequences. No matter what, we must avenge Third Brother completely."

"An eye for an eye, blood for blood. Kill one of ours, and we slaughter your entire clan." The young man's voice was extremely cold, carrying a chill that froze one to the marrow.

Luolin, cradled in Nail's arms, opened his eyes and said tremblingly, "Old Wu, that brat's armor... could it be an Ancient Treasure? Why... couldn't we break through it?"

Luolin's face was deathly pale, and his voice was weak to the extreme.

Old Wu stared blankly in the direction where Wu Tie had vanished, then suddenly laughed. "That's right, the brat is hard to deal with. His armor may very well be an Ancient Treasure. He forbids us from acting? But what are we?"

"We are Mist Blades. We are assassins, we are killers, we are reapers walking in the darkness... Who said we have to kill people face-to-face?"

Wisps of smoke curled upward as Wu Tie squatted on a small hill where he could overlook Shi Lingqing's group, roasting meat.

Then, from far away, a member of the Ox Tribe suddenly let out a miserable scream.