Unbreakable

Wu Tie leaped into the air. As large rocks rained down like hail, Shi Lingqing smiled with delight.

Luolin let out a low roar, his straight saber slicing through the air in a silver arc, shattering seven or eight of the falling stones aimed at him. Behind him, a newly arrived youth swung both hands simultaneously, launching dozens of gleaming silver spike nails.

The spike nails shimmered with a faint cold light, accurately striking the falling rocks.

These spike nails, no bigger than a little finger, were heavy and sharp. With dull thuds, they pulverized the rocks into pea-sized fragments, rendering them harmless by the time they reached Luolin and the others.

"You go, kill!" Luolin roared, charging towards Wu Tie. "Ding, work with me!"

The youth behind him slapped a leather pouch at his waist. The spike nails that had just landed immediately flew up, returning to the pouch like a swarm of happy bees.

Six other youths charged towards Shi Lingqing and her group. The youth Luolin called 'Ding' followed closely behind Luolin. As soon as Luolin moved, Ding waved his right hand, and three spike nails traced an arc towards Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie glided through the air, unable to dodge completely.

The spike nails came with extreme speed, carrying a hint of cold wind as they embedded themselves in Wu Tie's chest and lower abdomen.

With a crisp clang, sparks flew, and the spike nails rebounded. Wu Tie's seemingly thin, form-fitting armor bore not a single mark.

Ding's eyes suddenly lit up. "Good armor!"

Wu Tie landed heavily, right in front of Luolin, thrusting his spear straight at him.

Luolin swung his straight saber, meeting the spear with a heavy blow.

A deafening crash echoed. Shi Lingqing's group and the six charging youths all turned to look.

Wu Tie's arms trembled slightly. The force from Luolin's saber was not as great as he had expected. On the contrary, Wu Tie's strength completely overwhelmed Luolin. He parried the saber with his spear, the spearhead driving straight towards Luolin's chest.

Luolin yelped and retreated sharply. Simultaneously, two small daggers flew from the pouch at his waist, flashing like cold light as they struck fiercely at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie swung his spear in a wide arc, deflecting one dagger with a single strike. The other dagger, moving too fast, zipped past the spear and embedded itself in Wu Tie's waist.

Another crisp clang, sparks flew, and the form-fitting armor remained undamaged. The dagger, in turn, rebounded.

"Good!" Wu Tie couldn't help but shout excitedly.

He slammed his left hand onto a slightly raised diamond shape on his chest and abdomen. A faint glow emanated from the cuffs and collar of his form-fitting armor. The armor shifted, and a pale metallic fluid surged out, rapidly covering his hands and head.

The metallic fluid solidified, and Wu Tie was fully encased in the form-fitting armor.

His eyes were covered by two thin, scarlet crystal plates that gleamed with a ferocious, bloody light. Combined with the pale armor covering his body, he looked quite menacing at first glance. "I said, this is my territory. You are not allowed to fight here."

With his head completely covered by the armor, Wu Tie's voice deepened and became stiff, carrying a slightly resonant metallic tone.

Luolin roared, swinging his straight saber. The two daggers whirled around him at high speed, creating a piercing sound as they cut through the air. His body exploded outwards, transforming into three afterimages that charged towards Wu Tie.

Luolin's speed surpassed Wu Tie's expectations, and his technique of splitting into afterimages left Wu Tie flustered and struggling to cope.

He only heard the sound of wind rushing past, shadows darting and flashing around him. Before Wu Tie could even discern the enemy's exact location, the saber flashed, slashing his body dozens of times. The two daggers shrieked as they hacked at him repeatedly.

Wu Tie stood his ground, unmoving.

The pale, gleaming form-fitting armor was exceptionally smooth. Despite Luolin's frenzied assault, it remained unmarked.

Ding, behind Luolin, roared. He slapped the pouch at his waist with his left hand, and dozens of spike nails, shimmering with cold light, flew towards him with a whistling sound. The spike nails struck Wu Tie wildly, but only produced scattered sparks. Not a single spike nail inflicted any damage on Wu Tie.

Standing still under the barrage of attacks, Wu Tie gradually grew accustomed to Luolin's storm-like offensive.

The invisible force field around his body could now track Luolin's movements. Among the three afterimages, only one was Luolin's true body.

Suddenly, Wu Tie let out a shout. The air around him solidified. Two of Luolin's three afterimages collapsed instantly, while his true body abruptly froze in front of Wu Tie, to his right.

This was the most advantageous position for Wu Tie to attack. His spear, carrying a hint of cold light, thrust heavily towards Luolin's thigh.

Wu Tie didn't want to kill.

He hadn't had a strong desire to fight in the first place.

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

So, he only intended to heavily injure Luolin. If he could wound one of his thighs, perhaps Luolin would back down for a while?

Among the six youths attacking Shi Lingqing's group, a newly arrived one suddenly stopped. He rubbed his hands together, and a stone pillar, as thick as a rice bowl and yellowish-brown, appeared in his hands.

Grasping the stone pillar, which was almost as tall as himself, he slammed it heavily onto the ground. The surrounding earth immediately rippled like water.

Everyone within a hundred-meter radius lost their footing. Wu Tie's spear thrust lost its accuracy, merely grazing Luolin's thigh and leaving a half-inch deep bloodstain.

Blood splattered, and Luolin roared in pain. The straight saber in his hand flew out, transforming into a cold light that struck Wu Tie's chest with immense force.

This attack was far more powerful than the two daggers. Although it failed to breach the armor's defense, Wu Tie felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram, losing his footing and flying back over ten meters.

The straight saber vibrated violently, spinning as it rebounded dozens of meters into the air.

Luolin roared, transforming into three afterimages again and leaping up over ten meters. He caught the straight saber in mid-air, his body flickered, and he dove down towards Wu Tie from high above.

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

This aerial dive was incredibly sharp, the blade aimed directly at Wu Tie's neck.

As Wu Tie prepared to dodge, the youth holding the yellowish-brown stone pillar waved his hand. The seemingly heavy pillar flew effortlessly over a hundred meters, landing heavily a few meters in front of Wu Tie.

Yellow light flashed from the pillar, and the ground churned. Two stone arms erupted from the earth, grabbing Wu Tie's calves fiercely.

Wu Tie's body swayed, unable to move.

Luolin roared, flashing through the air. His saber struck Wu Tie's neck with a powerful blow.

Sparks flew, and Luolin's long saber vibrated violently, its blade bending to the point of nearly snapping. Wu Tie's close-fitting armor remained as pristine as a mirror, showing no marks whatsoever.

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

Luolin's saber strike was clearly aimed at Wu Tie's head, showing no mercy at all.

Wu Tie's heart burned with rage, and he decisively thrust his spear towards Luolin's vital chest—Wu Zhan had told him, and Old Tie had taught him these days. If someone wants to kill you, then kill him first!

'Preventing trouble before it happens'... Old Tie had explained this to Wu Tie in a rather pretentious, showy manner.

Luolin had used too much force; his body was already in mid-air, losing its ability to evade.

Ding, from behind, roared, and dozens of triangular nails shot out. The nails struck Luolin's clothes, abruptly causing his body to skew by more than half a foot.

Blood splattered, and the sound of flesh tearing was clearly audible.

The spear pierced Luolin's left shoulder. Wu Tie swung his hands fiercely, and Luolin, screaming in agony, was dragged by the spear and smashed heavily onto the ground.

Wu Tie's arms now possessed a raw physical strength of twenty to thirty thousand jin with a mere swing.

Angered by Luolin's ruthless attack, he even employed the Yuan Force he had just cultivated. With the aid of Yuan Force, his physical strength more than doubled.

As the spear swung, the earthy yellow stone pillar in front of Wu Tie suddenly lit up. Where Luolin's body landed, a large area of soil writhed, and a vast expanse of land suddenly transformed into a thick pool of mud.

With a deafening roar, countless mud splattered into the sky, and Luolin was heavily slammed into the mud pool.

The rock arms beneath Wu Tie's feet suddenly increased by four, clamping onto his thighs and waist. The earthy yellow stone pillar abruptly flew up and descended towards Wu Tie's head.

Wu Tie let out a low roar. His body shook violently, and all his strength erupted. The rock arms emitted a piercing cracking sound. Wu Tie struggled fiercely a couple of times, and all the rock arms snapped. He swept his spear horizontally, striking the stone pillar heavily.

The seemingly light stone pillar weighed several thousand jin.

However, this weight meant little to Wu Tie. With a horizontal sweep of his spear, a tremendous crash echoed as the stone pillar was smashed dozens of meters away, pulverizing a large rock in the distance.

"I said, this is my territory, and you are not allowed to fight here!"

From the mud pool, Luolin, who had just struggled to his feet after being thrown and spitting blood, found Wu Tie beside him in a step, his left hand gripping his head.

For some reason, Wu Tie recalled the severed heads he had cleaned in the Wu Family's stone fort.

Luolin's neck was very fragile. Wu Tie could clearly feel that if he wished, a slight twist would be enough to tear Luolin's head off…

Veins bulged on Luolin's forehead. His body was stiff, and he gasped for air in large gulps.

Wu Tie could feel Luolin's heart filled with anger and despair, but no fear.

Anger and despair, but no fear.

Wu Tie tightened his grip, and the sound of Luolin's hair snapping could be heard.

From several meters away, Ding let out a roar. He suddenly knelt down with a 'thud' towards Wu Tie: "Let go of Luolin... We, we..."

Ding, whose face still held a touch of childishness, was clearly not skilled with words. He pressed his hands to the ground and kowtowed three times towards Wu Tie. In front of him was a sharp stone, and the flesh on his forehead cracked open, blood streaming down his face.

Wu Tie's heart gave a violent lurch.

At this moment, Ding's figure overlapped with Wu Jin's.

The rage and killing intent in his heart vanished like a receding tide. Wu Tie slowly released his left hand, lifted Luolin, and tossed him in front of Ding.

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

Shi Lingqing and her subordinates quickly moved towards Wu Tie. From a distance, Shi Lingqing called out in a delicate voice, "Young Master, please dispense justice for us..."

The young man controlling the earthy yellow stone pillar took two steps forward and said gravely, "As this lord says, within his territory, we will not fight again."

Wu Tie nodded.

Ding cautiously stood up, glanced at Wu Tie, then picked up Luolin, whose bones were severely fractured, and quickly returned to his companions.

Shi Lingqing looked at Luolin and his group, gritted her teeth, and strode towards Wu Tie.

Wu Tie ignored her, turned, and leaped. His body glided like a bird, using the ferns for leverage. With a few leaps, he was far away.

Shi Lingqing couldn't catch up and could only call out "Young Master" in a delicate voice, but received no response from Wu Tie.

Shi Lingqing's group and Wu Tie's group faced each other from over two hundred meters apart for a while. After staring at each other, the young man holding the stone pillar let out a cold laugh: "Shi Lingqing... I'll see where you, you vicious woman, can escape to. We will keep an eye on you. As soon as you leave this lord's territory..."

Shi Lingqing sneered fearlessly, "I have a rough idea of where you come from... I can afford to wait in this young master's territory. Can you afford to waste time with me?"

Holding her head high, Shi Lingqing laughed triumphantly a few times and then walked unsteadily towards her wooden shed.

With one leg still numb, Shi Lingqing, who had intended to leave like a princess, now moved with a degree of clumsiness.

Four Ox Tribe warriors and eight Human Race guards followed Shi Lingqing, slowly retreating towards Luolin's group. It was only when they were more than a mile apart that they turned and followed behind Shi Lingqing.

The seven young men looked at the severely injured Luolin, and the young man holding the long bow let out an angry low growl.

"Boss!" several youths looked at the young man holding the stone pillar.

The young man gritted his teeth, looking first in the direction Wu Tie had gone, then towards Shi Lingqing's group.

After a long while, he said coldly, "She says we can't afford to wait? Then we'll wait her out. I will bear all the consequences. No matter what, we must avenge our third brother completely."

"An eye for an eye, blood for blood. Kill one of ours, and we'll slaughter your entire clan." The young man's voice was chillingly cold, sending a shiver down to one's bones.

Luolin, held in Ding's arms, opened his eyes and stammered, "Boss Wu, that kid's armor... is it an Ancient Treasure? How come it couldn't be broken?"

Luolin's face was deathly pale, his voice extremely weak.

Boss Wu stared blankly in the direction Wu Tie had disappeared, then suddenly he laughed, "That's right, this kid is hard to deal with. His armor is very likely an Ancient Treasure. We're not allowed to make a move? But, what do we do?"

"We are Mist Blades, we are assassins, we are killers, we are reapers walking in darkness... Who says we have to kill people head-on?"

Wisps of light smoke curled around. Wu Tie squatted on a small hill overlooking Shi Lingqing's group, grilling food.

Suddenly, from afar, a mournful howl from an Ox Tribe member could be heard.