Nine Gods Art of Myriad Ages

On one side, Du Chen and Steve, seizing a moment of lapsed vigilance from Thirteen, suddenly launched a lethal assault, leaving Thirteen furious and shocked! On the other side, several other figures were seething with rage!

Far from the encampment, beneath a colossal Human Skin Banner, several Huhuhu Beasts stood, abnormally huge. The tallest among them, whose tail stretched a remarkable seven or eight meters, was unmistakably their chieftain.

The Huhuhu Beast chieftain angrily stomped his foot, growling, “These wretched Violet-Bloods expect us to wait?! Hmph, once the fighting starts, I’ll bite their necks clean off!”

“Chieftain, what should we do now?” A smaller Huhuhu Beast shook the leather scroll in his paw, his brow furrowed with worry. “Our King commanded us to deliver this letter. If the Violet-Bloods agree to the terms, negotiations continue! If not, war must immediately begin… But, but the Violet-Bloods won’t even see us now! What’s going on, you Heh-gakka! Our King has his grand army ready, just waiting for our reply!”

Another Huhuhu Beast chimed in, “If you ask me, our King is being a bit Heh-gakka. He should just march in and devour the Violet-Bloods. Why bother mimicking them by sending a negotiation letter first?”

*Thump!* The chieftain kicked him down fiercely, roaring, “How dare you question our King’s methods? You utter Heh-gakka!”

Everyone rushed forward, taking turns to kick the unfortunate beast a few times, before the chieftain declared, “What do you understand? Our King said we Huhuhu Beasts are no longer just food; everything we do must have rules. Only by adhering to rules can we thrive!” The small head on his tail also chastised, “You are truly Heh-gakka! Can you even comprehend our King’s benevolence? The Violet-Bloods are formidable. Should war break out, how many of our brethren would we lose? That’s why our King opted to negotiate first. If talks fail, then we fight…”

“Oh! So our King cares for his brethren’s precious lives. Indeed, our King is truly Heh-gakka!”

The Huhuhu Beasts mumbled among themselves for a long time, but the problem remained unresolved. The chieftain asked with a dejected expression, “What do we do now? The Heh-gakka Violet-Bloods refuse to see us, and our King awaits word to decide if war should begin… Alas!”

The Huhuhu Beast who had just been beaten suddenly cried out, “Look, up there!”

The Huhuhu Beasts quickly looked up, only to see a colossal dragon descending from the sky, landing right in the assembly hall—it was precisely the moment Du Chen defeated Constantine!

The Huhuhu Beast chieftain’s eyes lit up with glee. “I understand, I Heh-gakka-ly understand! The Violet-Bloods are fighting amongst themselves, hah!”

One of the Huhuhu Beasts’ eyes gleamed with surprise and delight. “Then we can hide nearby and scavenge for corpses later. Isn’t that Heh-gakka-ly awesome?!”

The chieftain flew into a rage. “You’re utterly pathetic! What I mean is, the Violet-Bloods are in turmoil! What are we Huhuhu Beasts waiting for? Quick, run back and tell our King that the Heh-gakka Violet-Bloods are in chaos, and now is a prime opportunity for an assault! Hurry!”

The Huhuhu Beasts immediately caught on, turning to flee.

“Wait!” The chieftain swung his tail, pondering for a moment, then chuckled. “The Violet-Bloods won’t easily let us return to report… You, raise that banner higher! You, take two brethren and continuously harass the Violet-Blood guards! The rest of you, complain loudly about why their leader won’t meet us! And as for me… hehe, I’ll dig a tunnel and sneak back!”

With that, he opened his enormous mouth and began *“Woo-woo-woo-ing”* as he gnawed at the earth. Huhuhu Beasts originally subsisted on soil; though mutated now and unable to truly stomach the taste, digging a tunnel with their massive mouths was an effortlessly simple task.

Soon, the Huhuhu Beast envoy leader vanished...

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Inside the assembly hall, Steve’s Flaying Blade and Du Chen’s Precious Lotus Scripture had already reached Thirteen. The distance was simply too close, and the ambush too sudden. Thirteen had barely registered what was happening when the Blade and the Scripture, one aiming high, one low, arrived at her throat and chest. Their sharp edges had already torn through her garments.

Faced with an attack from two Titled Battle Gods, Thirteen knew she couldn’t escape unscathed. Gritting her teeth fiercely, though a woman, she acted like an iron-blooded General sacrificing soldiers to protect the Marshal. She twisted to her right, her left arm swinging across to block. With two *“Pfft-pfft”* sounds, the Flaying Blade and the Precious Lotus Scripture both landed on her left arm.

Under the blades, flesh and blood flew, revealing bone! And the Precious Lotus Scripture had shattered the bones and torn the tendons of Thirteen’s forearm. Yet, Thirteen bit down hard, not even letting out a whimper, instead retreating rapidly to avoid the second wave of deadly moves!

“What a ruthless woman!” Steve snorted coldly, clinging to her like a shadow. His Flaying Blade surged towards Thirteen like a relentless tide. Du Chen pressed even closer.

Losing the initiative in one move meant falling behind in every subsequent one. Thirteen was forced to retreat step by step, but then a strange thing happened…

Logically, with Thirteen injured, Fourteen and Seventeen should have rushed forward to help. Yet, they seemed not to notice her wounds, instead smiling faintly as they watched the spectacle!

Thirteen, too, showed no sign of anger, as if Fourteen and Seventeen’s refusal to aid her was entirely to be expected!

Could their internal relations be poor? Du Chen and Steve had no time to carefully ponder such an odd situation. *Better they don't help, I'll enjoy killing even more!*

The two brothers, in perfect synchronicity and flawless cooperation, unleashed their combined might. The Precious Lotus Scripture shimmered, complementing the gleam of the Blade, as four-colored lights—gold, blue, black, and red—intertwined like a roaring dragon, smashing down upon Thirteen’s military helmet. The ground beneath them caved in; Thirteen was actually driven into the earth, a spray of blood mixed with soil erupting upwards!

After this round of attack, Du Chen and Steve withdrew their hands, breathing slightly heavily as they stared at the deep pit in the ground.

“This woman is a tough one!” Steve spat fiercely.

Du Chen’s cold gaze fixed on Fourteen and Seventeen. Were they still not going to make a move?

Just then, a soft chuckle emanated from underground. “Excellent, truly excellent! You haven’t disappointed me!” A hoarse voice. Thirteen slowly floated out of the ground!

She wasn’t dead yet!? Du Chen and Steve exchanged bewildered glances, utterly astonished. First, her left arm was ruined, then she took a combined killing blow directly to her skull… and she wasn’t dead? Was she even human?

Thirteen had used the moment she was driven underground to catch her breath from the fierce, storm-like assault. But with a *“Clink!”*, shortly after she steadied herself, the military helmet on her head shattered, revealing her true appearance.

Steve was right; she was a very alluring woman, appearing to be around thirty years old, with short red hair and a heroic, striking face, much like a valiant female General. “A close call indeed!” She touched her bleeding head, her tone unusually calm. “If not for a Secret Technique embedded in my military helmet, I would have died by your hands today!”

Du Chen cast a cold glance at the still-indifferent Fourteen and Seventeen, sneering, “Then let’s do it again!” As he spoke, he prepared to move.

But Thirteen was in no hurry. She waved her hand. “Your methods have only piqued my interest further. I’ll make an exception and ask you again: are you interested in joining us?”

Steve burst out laughing. “Beautiful lady, if you’re willing to share my bed, I might consider it!”

Thirteen’s eyes turned cold, and she snorted. “Enough! You shall die!”

She slowly raised her right hand. Her five fingers, delicate as peeled scallions, shimmered with points of aquatic starlight. Du Chen remembered; it was with this very Secret Technique that Thirteen had annihilated the Shadow Legion that day.

Outside the sound-proofing barrier, Xue Ji saw the starlight on Thirteen’s hand, and her anxious face immediately lost all color. “Underground! Brothers, attack from below! Don’t stand on the surface!” But the barrier remained, and no matter how loudly Xue Ji shouted, it was useless.

Thirteen made her move. With a flick of her finger, a wisp of starlight slowly floated before her, then split into two, then four, multiplying endlessly. Gradually, the starlight flowed, its faint radiance extending into countless shooting stars—she had lost the initiative before, but now Thirteen had ample time to gather her power.

Steve roared, “Assassinate her quickly, don’t let her charge!” As his words fell, the two brothers had already rushed forward.

Outside the barrier, Xue Ji’s face was utterly devoid of color from anxiety. She gritted her teeth, and with a *“Rip!”*, tore a strip from her pristine white dress, bit her fingertip to write, then held up a blood-soaked letter high.

Thirteen swiftly retreated before the two brothers, buying time to charge her attack. Steve pursued her head-on, while Du Chen pursued from the flank. After a few steps, he just happened to see Xue Ji’s blood letter, which contained only two words: “UNDERGROUND!”

Out of his consistent trust in Xue Ji, Du Chen didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Steve’s shoulder, and with the Precious Lotus Scripture clearing their path, the two brothers plunged into the earth!

Almost simultaneously, Thirteen’s meteor shower erupted, the shattered starlight engulfing everything before it, including the spot where the two brothers had just been!

Seeing this, Xue Ji breathed a sigh of relief, but Fourteen and Seventeen, who had remained motionless, stared coldly at her. Seventeen slowly stepped out of the barrier. “Little girl, you recognize this move?” His manner of walking was peculiar; the tops of his feet didn’t touch the ground.

Xue Ji knew she couldn’t escape detection. She smiled wryly. “The Myriad Ages’ Nine Gods Art is renowned, and its ‘Shooting Star’ stance is the most fierce and overbearing. Currently, only Charlemagne’s ‘Star Tears’ can contend with it. This humble girl could never forget it!”

“Hah! Interesting! Your insight, little girl, is quite extraordinary!” Seventeen chuckled coldly.

Xue Ji continued, “Judging by your manner of walking, Sir, could you be cultivating ‘Wind Rend’ from the Nine Gods Art? In that case, are you a descendant of Wind God Claywell?”