Chapter 708 - Damaged Bamboo
Blood Hawk Hall
The Blood Hawk King sat on the head of the hall as he swept his gaze over it. Under his indifferent gaze, no one amongst the upper hierarchy of the Blood Hawk Hall dared to look at him.
“Wu Tian, how much of the Blood Hawk Troop can you control right now?” The Blood Hawk King looked at Wu Tian, who was also present in the hall, as he asked in an indifferent voice.
Hearing his words, Wu Tian briefly hesitated before answering, “It should be somewhere around 2,500.”
The Blood Hawk King smiled with his eyes narrowed as he pondered for a brief moment, before saying, “Although the numbers of the Nine Nether Troop are limited, that brat Mu Chen is somewhat capable, which we have to guard against. Also, you have to win this bet, no matter what!”
“So… I want you to control all of the Blood Hawk Troop!”
Wu Tian was startled and hesitantly said, “Lord, with my current strength, I might be countered by the Battle Will if I were to control all of the Blood Hawk Troop.”
The Blood Hawk King gripped his palm and an elixir that was light-red in colour appeared, along with layers of spiritual light being endlessly emitted from it. A bizarre ripple also fluctuated from it.
“This is a Void Spiritual Elixir. You only have to consume it at that time, and it will let you temporarily achieve the Void Spiritual state. At that time, you will be able to bear all the Battle Will formed by the Blood Hawk Troop.”
Hearing his words, Wu Tian was overjoyed. He never expected the elixir in the Blood Hawk King’s hand to be so miraculous. With this item, he would be able to control all of the Blood Hawk Troop, and it was entirely possible for him to suppress Mu Chen, as well as the Nine Nether Troop.
At that time, no matter how many cards Mu Chen had hidden up his sleeves, he would still be destined to lose!
“Lord, rest assured. I will let the Nine Nether Palace regret offending our Blood Hawk Hall!” A smear of a savage smile appeared on Wu Tian’s face.
“If there is a chance, then make the Nine Nether Troop completely disappear. Without the Nine Nether Troop, the Nine Nether Palace is only a laughing stock.” The Blood Hawk King smiled with satisfaction.
“I will obey the orders of your Lordship with great care!” Wu Tian coldly smiled, he already couldn’t wait for the scene of him leading the 5,000 Blood Hawk Troop and the despair written on Mu Chen’s face.
This time, he had to make the Nine Nether Palace thoroughly lose their reputation!
…
The news about the fight between the Nine Nether Troop and Blood Hawk Troop had already spread throughout the Great Havenlaw Domain like a wind, and also, as expected, it caused a clamour in the Great Havenlaw Domain as well.
In the recent years, the reputation of the Blood Hawk Troop was growing stronger in the Great Havenlaw Domain. The total strength could even be ranked within the Top 3 amongst the various troops, whereas the Nine Nether Troop was listed at the lowest.
Therefore, it wasn’t a battle at an equal level in the eyes of many. Thus, they were puzzled about why the Nine Nether Palace would agree to such a bet, despite the tempting reward offered by the Blood Hawk King.
No matter how tempting the bet was, it had to be something that they must have the fortune to enjoy.
Everyone thought that Nine Nether Palace was blinded by the stakes and was trying to risk an attempt. But did they not think of the consequences if they lost? At that time, the Nine Nether Palace might ultimately collapse. Even with the support of the Sky Vulture Emperor, it would be hard for the Nine Nether Palace to gain a footing in the Great Havenlaw Domain.
After all, there were many powerful subsidiary forces in the Great Havenlaw Domain and those forces were eyeing the King seat. The moment they obtained such a position, they would become the direct force of the Great Havenlaw Domain. The protection and resources that they could receive wasn’t something that an ordinary subsidiary force could be compared to.
Therefore, it was a battle that the Nine Nether Palace could not afford to lose.
…
When the entire Great Havenlaw Domain was boiling from the bet, the Nine Nether Palace was unusually quiet without any news coming from it. Also, the security was so tight that it was impossible for others to know of the commotion inside.
On a mountain deep in the Nine Nether Palace
There was a vast plain on the lush green mountain. On this plain, there were many figures donned in black armour quietly seated. There weren’t any movements from their bodies, as if they were boulders.
A slender silhouette was seated on the sky above that group with his eyes tightly shut. Then, at this moment, he slowly opened his eyes as a light flickered on his palm. A bamboo that was stained with blood appeared in a flash.
The bamboo was damaged, giving off a tattered sensation from it. However, the iron and blood aura that blew over made no one dare to belittle it.
Mu Chen’s expression was also exceptionally heavy at this moment. Shortly after, he put the bamboo that was in his hand close to his forehead. At this moment, light surged from the bamboo and poured into Mu Chen’s brain.
An iron and blood aura flowed like a current as it poured into Mu Chen’s mind. Countless screams and yells of battles soared into the sky. In an instant, it was like being in a dream that returned him to the primordial battlefield.
The scene that was ancient and mixed with bloodlust flashed across his mind. In that scene, he saw a pitch-black troop spreading out across the region. Their movements were in order, and every single step would cause the earth beneath them to tremble.
It was a momentum that could not be obstructed.
Mu Chen was a little startled and his gaze was directed at the central position of the troop. It was as if there was a fuzzy figure quietly seated at the top of it. That figure wasn’t robust, but a single glance was enough to know that he was the ruler to this fearful troop.
When Mu Chen had directed his gaze over, that figure had also lightly lifted his palm.
“Battle!”
That powerful and fearful troop burst out with a thunderous roar. Shortly after, the boundless Battle Will soared into the horizon, with space showing signs of crumbling in an instant.
Roar!
The boundless Battle Will formed in an instant as it whistled, forming into a nine-headed dragon that was roaring towards the sky. Space within ten thousand miles in radius crumbled as the nine-headed dragon split it's mouth open and nine beams of light that were few myriads in size shot out.
The target of that dreadful attack was a huge crack in the space that was far away, it looked like a Lower Plane that was torrential with a strange aura coming from it.
It seemed to be a Lower Plane that was occupied by the foreign clan!
Boom!
The terrifying light beam emitted a light that filled the pupils. The speed was also remarkably swift to the point that it was indescribable. In just a flash, it had pierced through the space of millions of miles and shot into the Lower Plane.
A terrifying impact shot in but there wasn’t any expected explosion. The space in the Lower Plane distorted and was wiped out.
Along with the Lower Plane, all the Fiend Clans in it were also wiped out.
In just a single move, it had destroyed a Lower Plane!
Hiss!
At this sight, Mu Chen couldn’t help inhaling a mouthful of chilled air. What a terrifying army and Battle Formation Master… Looks like what Mandala said isn’t wrong. During the Primordial Age, a powerful Battle Formation Master could even possess a strength that could rival a Heavenly Sovereign.
Although they had to rely on the power of an army.
The ancient scenes gradually crumbled, breaking into fragments, and disappeared. With those fragments disappearing, there was an ancient message that seemed to have poured into Mu Chen’s heart.
That message was somewhat broken. Clearly, it had been damaged, but the words that were occasionally visible seemed to have a profundity in them that made others involuntarily sink into it.
“The Art of Battle Array, achieving through strength is inferior.”
“While achieving through the heart is superior.”
“…”
Mu Chen was submerged in those profound words and only slowly opened his eyes after a long time had passed. Thoughts were revolving in his eyes. There wasn’t any cultivation method in this damaged bamboo about the Battle Formation, but there were some things in it that he could comprehend.
For example, the control method of the Battle Will.
Previously, when he controlled the Battle Will formed by the Nine Nether Troop, it was entirely relying on his own strength and willpower to manage it. Such a method was claimed as an inferior method in the bamboo.
Achieving through strength was inferior.
Achieving through the heart was superior.
But how was he going to control the tremendous Battle Will with his heart?
Mu Chen sunk into his thoughts and could not figure out for a long time. Therefore, he lowered his head towards the Nine Nether Troop beneath him and lightly waved his hand. In an instant, the Nine Nether Troop unleashed a bark, along with a tremendous Battle Will that soared across the horizon.
But, how was he going to control the tremendous Battle Will with his heart?
Mu Chen sunk into his thoughts for a long time without any outline, then lowered his head, looking at the Nine Nether Troop below, and gently waved his hand. The whole Nine Nether Troop unleashed a bark as the boundless Battle Will soared across the horizon.
Mu Chen sat in the tremendous Battle Will and sensed it with his eyes closed.
On a mountain peak not far away, Nine Nether, Tang Bing, Tang Rou and the rest were looking towards the depths of the mountain with a smear of worry in their eyes.
“Big Sister Nine Nether, do you think Mu Chen can succeed?” Tang Rou asked in a low voice.
Nine Nether bit her lips, since she didn’t have any confidence as well. After all, the amount of Battle Formation Masters was too few in number, nor was there anyone that could guide Mu Chen. So the difficulty could be expected for him to step into the foothold of Battle Formation Master.
“With the Blood Hawk King’s character, he will definitely be unscrupulous in this bet. If Mu Chen cannot succeed in it, our chances of winning will not be too high.” Tang Bing said, sounding slightly worried.
Nine Nether nodded her head as she shifted her sight onto the edge of the cliff, where Mandala, who was lightly swinging her legs, was located. Before she even speak out, the little girl’s lazy voice had already resounded. “Don’t look at me. I originally did not want to bother with this affair. If it wasn’t for me having a request, I would not have helped you guys.”
“This is all I can do. It will have to depend on his capability to comprehend it, in the end. Otherwise, it will be unfitting of my identity.”
“What identity?” Nine Nether asked in puzzlement.
Mandala no longer answered and her pair of golden eyes was calmly looking at the far away slender figure. She was also a little curious about whether that fellow could comprehend anything from the tattered Heart of Battle Formations.