Vast Righteousness

Two Ox Tribe members, their eyes bloodshot, charged at the Flood Dragon with low growls.

They swung their great axes, the heavy, wheel-like axes tearing through the air with dull roars. Forged from fine steel, the axes struck the Flood Dragon's scales with heavy blows, sending sparks flying as the axes chipped.

The Flood Dragon casually twisted its body, its tail whipping through the air. Two Ox Tribe warriors were sent flying backward, spitting blood.

Its golden eyes fixed on Wu Tie, the Flood Dragon's long tail rhythmically beat against the ground, emitting dull thuds.

Wu Tie stood hundreds of meters away, shouting at the top of his lungs. He used all the taunting words he had learned from Old Tie, wildly provoking the Flood Dragon. He brandished his spear, the weapon whistling through the wind with a piercing shriek.

Wu Tie himself didn't see it, but behind him, a hazy gray mist condensed into a human shape. It started at normal human size and was slowly growing.

Eight feet... nine feet... ten feet...

The figure gradually expanded, becoming more and more indistinct, yet the immense, all-encompassing aura grew ever more potent.

Wu Tie's blood churned within him, his bloodline boiling. The first and second segments of his left index finger began to burn, a faint, hazy light emanating from them.

The Flood Dragon slowly lowered its body, its eyes emitting a faint, eerie glow as it stared at Wu Tie.

The potent aura emanating from Wu Tie seemed to greatly entice the Flood Dragon. Large amounts of saliva dripped from its mouth, its foul stench spreading far and wide.

"Come on, you little punk..." Wu Tie hopped around, provoking the Flood Dragon. An invisible force field tightly enveloped him as he prepared to flee at full speed.

A low roar emanated from the Flood Dragon's body. Its body straightened, it roared through the air, creating rings of white shockwaves, and charged directly at Wu Tie.

The speed was terrifying. Wu Tie was hundreds of meters away, and in the blink of an eye, the Flood Dragon was upon him.

The white shockwaves spread outwards, collapsing the flimsy huts around them. The massive sound shook the entire outpost. The Gray Dwarves within the outpost, their bodies frail, were all knocked to the ground and rolled about by the tremendous noise.

Wu Tie couldn't even see the Flood Dragon's movements. He instinctively held his spear horizontally in front of him.

An irresistible force slammed into him. Wu Tie's arms struck his chest heavily. With a loud crash, Wu Tie was sent flying backward. His feet left the ground, and he flew backward for hundreds of meters, smashing through dozens of huts.

His chest throbbed with pain, his internal organs felt as though they had been turned inside out. Wu Tie's hands trembled violently, his fingers spasming as he tightly gripped his spear.

The violent impact almost shattered every bone in Wu Tie's body. He lay stiffly on the ground, unable to feel his own body.

The Flood Dragon raised its head and let out a long, drawn-out roar.

Then, it lowered its body, greedily staring at Wu Tie, and with an overwhelming pressure, it swiftly swam towards him.

A dull whistling sound suddenly broke the air. Old Tie's roar shook the surrounding ground: "With a bang in the sky, your grandpa enters the battlefield... Haha!"

A stream of bloody light whistled through the air. Old Tie slammed his head fiercely into the Flood Dragon's jaw.

The blow was incredibly heavy. The Flood Dragon's massive body was sent flying backward for over a hundred meters, tumbling and rolling dozens of times before it finally stabilized.

The Flood Dragon awkwardly lifted half of its body, spitting blood from its mouth. Enraged, it looked at Old Tie, who stood over a hundred meters away on all fours, crackling with sparks.

"Grandpa is your grandpa, and will always be your grandpa... Even though grandpa is weak right now, I can still make you call me grandpa... This is all that dog's fault..."

Old Tie grinned, letting out a sinister chuckle: "This is all that dog's fault. If grandpa were in my own body right now, you little crawlers..."

Old Tie only managed to say half a sentence before the Flood Dragon roared and charged, slamming into Old Tie and sending him flying backward.

Rolling a long distance with a clattering sound, Old Tie cursed, then suddenly leaped up, transforming into a bloody streak of light and charging at the Flood Dragon again.

The Flood Dragon also straightened its body and fiercely charged at Old Tie.

With a loud 'thump' sound, Old Tie's head collided with the Flood Dragon's.

Large sparks flew. Old Tie spat out a sword-shaped stream of blood from his mouth, which embedded itself heavily in the Flood Dragon's forehead.

A piercing shriek suddenly erupted. A wound about a meter long was torn open on the Flood Dragon's forehead, scales flying, skull cracked. A large amount of blood mixed with glistening brain fluid spurted from the wound.

In agony, the Flood Dragon thrashed wildly, its long tail lashing Old Tie heavily, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.

Its golden eyes turned blood red. The Flood Dragon let out a terrifying roar, opening its mouth and spitting out over a dozen black smoke balls that had almost condensed into solid form, striking Old Tie head-on.

These black smoke balls were condensed poisonous gas from the Flood Dragon's body, extremely toxic and highly corrosive.

Old Tie was sent rolling on the ground. The smoke balls exploded upon impact, sending earth and stones flying, creating craters several meters in diameter.

As the smoke balls detonated, large clouds of black poisonous gas spread outwards, causing the ground to hiss and corrode.

Old Tie's head and body were enveloped in the black poisonous gas. He jumped and cursed within the gas, yet his body remained as smooth as a mirror, showing not the slightest trace of damage.

Wu Tie, with great difficulty, slowly propped himself up with his spear.

He gasped for breath. Within his boiling bloodline, threads of strange power continuously emerged – immense, powerful, and filled with an unyielding righteousness. His heavily injured body rapidly recovered under the nourishment of this energy, and powerful strength filled his entire being.

The surrounding air fluctuated violently. The vortex of Primal Energy above grew stronger, and streams of Primal Energy continuously poured into his body.

Wu Tie's body emitted a scorching heat, causing the ground beneath his feet to steam. A large amount of moisture rose from the soil, turning into white mist that swirled around him.

Staring intently at the Flood Dragon frantically spitting poisonous smoke balls, all fear, hesitation, and other negative emotions in Wu Tie's heart vanished.

Courage, an inexplicable courage, surged from the depths of his bloodline. Wu Tie suddenly raised his spear, and then he transformed into a fierce wind.

The wind roared, the wind howled. Wu Tie soared into the air, carrying the boiling, fluctuating air around him. Streams of glittering Primal Energy wrapped around his body. Holding his spear with both hands, he flashed a cold glint, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant, arriving before the Flood Dragon.

His gaze locked onto the wound on the Flood Dragon's forehead that Old Tie had inflicted. He thrust his spear forward, driving it directly into the wound.

With a pained cry, the spear tore through the bloody scales, forcefully squeezing into the gap in the Flood Dragon's skull, sinking in over half a foot.

The Flood Dragon was massive, its skull extremely thick. Even so, Wu Tie's spear penetrated its brain by about half an inch. In agony, the Flood Dragon tightly shut its eyes, its body thrashing and twisting wildly.

Wu Tie had no time to dodge. The Flood Dragon's tail whistled through the air and struck him heavily on the waist.

Wu Tie was sent flying by a flick of its tail, his entire body shaking as if struck by lightning.

With a 'wah' sound, Wu Tie spat out a large mouthful of blood. He hurriedly activated his faceplate, and a large amount of blood flowed down his form-fitting armor.

A violent tremor from behind, and Wu Tie crashed into a protruding stalagmite. The stalagmite let out a tearing sound under the immense pressure, wobbled a few times, but ultimately held Wu Tie's body firmly.

Wu Tie panted, his eyes wide, stuck to the stalagmite in a daze, unable to move his body at all.

The Flood Dragon was still in pain, still roaring. It thrashed its body wildly, and in a couple of moves, it flung the spear stuck in its forehead away.

Though the spear hadn't penetrated deeply into its brain, the intense pain was still unbearable for a creature of flesh and blood. The Flood Dragon writhed frantically on the ground for a long time in agony, crushing half the makeshift shelters in the stronghold into fragments.

Inside the Mist Blades stronghold, the Mist Blade assassins had long since vanished without a trace, and the family warriors had scattered in all directions. The Gray Dwarves and Rock Gnomes had also fled with their families.

Several large Water Pythons slithered their massive bodies, chasing after the fleeing slaves and leaving the stronghold.

Now, only Wu Tie, Old Tie, and this Flood Dragon, writhing in pain, remained in the stronghold.

Old Tie chuckled, a hint of unrestrained arrogance in his laughter, and walked out step by step from the rising black smoke and toxic gas.

"Little Tie, let's you and I put in some effort and finish this big guy off... The potions refined from its flesh and blood, even the most basic Foundation Establishment Potion, will be a great treasure for you right now."

"Tsk, it's truly sad... Back then, such a small grass snake wouldn't even qualify for the soup pot... But now, well, beggars can't be choosers..."

Old Tie spat heavily, making a spitting motion, his disdain evident.

The Flood Dragon sensed Old Tie's deep malice. It stopped struggling and thrashing, slowly raising its upper body.

Blood dripped 'drip, drip, drip' from its wound. From the wound Wu Tie had inflicted, strands of white brain matter continuously flowed out.

The Flood Dragon's body twitched involuntarily, its scales standing on end, making its body appear much larger.

'Huff, huff,' the Flood Dragon panted heavily, its breath filled with a foul, fishy odor.

Old Tie rapidly approached Wu Tie. As he ran, he muttered in a low voice, "Kid, still got the strength to run? Don't let my arrogant words fool you... Grandpa really can't do anything to it right now..."

"Alas, alas, after that last move, Grandpa can't unleash anything like that again... Sigh, the only path left for you and me is to escape..."

Old Tie mumbled incoherently. The sharp little horns on his head slowly retracted, and the electric sparks all over his body vanished.

After a brief burst of power, Old Tie seemed to have no combat strength left.

Wu Tie also panted heavily, not hearing what Old Tie was saying at all.

His blood was churning rapidly, his bloodline was burning fiercely, and the plasma in his body was undergoing a strange transformation. The plasma became heavier, more condensed, and even an unusual color began to emerge within it.

The ball of golden light between his brows continuously transformed into golden rain, washing over his body.

The golden rain merged with the strange energy seeping from his burning bloodline, carrying traces of blood back towards his brow.

In Wu Tie's mind, a cacophony of voices arose.

So many people, countless people, old and young, men and women, were loudly reciting something.

What they were reciting was profound and exquisite, far more so than the contents recorded in the scrolls Master Hui treasured so dearly. Countless people were chanting 'buzzing,' as if countless wasps were buzzing in Wu Tie's mind.

In this state, Wu Tie couldn't hear any external sounds.

His body trembled slightly, and an even greater heat continuously generated from his bloodline.

A clear, sonorous recitation suddenly echoed in Wu Tie's mind, and a mysterious power instantly suppressed all the complex chanting in his mind. This voice, within Wu Tie's mind, repeatedly recited a simple sentence.

'Though facing thousands, I shall go forth'!

The chaotic chanting voices suddenly converged, like a flock of disorganized wild geese finding their leader. They became rigorous and orderly, following this voice, reciting 'Though facing thousands, I shall go forth' over and over again!

'Though facing thousands, I shall go forth'!

Wu Tie subconsciously began to loudly chant this sentence. The figure formed by gray mist behind him gradually solidified, and the power surging from Wu Tie's bloodline became stronger and clearer.

The golden cluster between his brows now carried a faint trace of blood. Suddenly, all the miraculous power surging from Wu Tie's bloodline rushed towards his brow. The blood light between Wu Tie's brows flared, and the characters 'Longevity' left by Shi Lingqing on his brow were instantly dissolved and shattered by the blood light, disappearing without a trace.

"Heaven and Earth, possess righteousness!" Wu Tie roared this sentence inexplicably.

He had never heard this sentence before.

But under the guidance of the voice in his mind, this sentence seemed to emerge from Wu Tie's bloodline, crossing the river of time, crossing countless generations of reproduction and inheritance, and just like that, it pierced through time and space, appearing out of thin air.

That magnificent, vast power that filled heaven and earth erupted with a roar.

Wu Tie clenched his right fist and simply punched forward.

Encompassing heaven and earth, embracing all things!

Magnificent and vast, righteous and majestic!

Grand and imposing, mighty and unstoppable!

A fist imprint several meters in diameter flew from Wu Tie's fist, swift as a shooting star, striking the charging Flood Dragon's head directly.

This seemingly simple punch contained terrifying power.

The Flood Dragon's entire body was sent flying by Wu Tie's punch from a distance, hurled back over a hundred meters.

The Flood Dragon's massive body straightened in mid-air, countless scales shattering with 'kaka' sounds. Fragments of scales, large and small, rained down like a downpour, hitting the ground with a 'pitter-patter.'

The Flood Dragon's already injured forehead was deeply caved in, its skull crushed, exposing a small portion of its brain tissue.

With two 'thud' sounds, the Flood Dragon's two sharp horns on its forehead, due to the fractured skull, lost their foundation and fell heavily to the ground.

The Flood Dragon was sent flying over a hundred meters by Wu Tie's punch. It crashed heavily to the ground, and after a full three breaths, it finally let out a roar of extreme agony.

Such a massive Flood Dragon actually shed large tears. While crying, it turned around and fled downstream like a gust of wind.

"It ran away, ha!"

Wu Tie laughed, "Old Tie, this is... a Divine Ability I suddenly learned... Vast Righteousness."

"I don't know where it came from, but this is 'Vast Righteousness'!"

Thump. Wu Tie's vision went black, and he collapsed heavily onto the ground.