Lu Bu's talent in body cultivation was unimaginably powerful. At the fifth transformation of body cultivation, he was already equivalent to a Nascent Soul powerhouse—a solid fifth-tier expert. In any cultivation system, such a realm represented elite combat strength. Moreover, with body cultivators, an additional tier of combat power was commonly acknowledged. Though he was fifth-tier, he could fight evenly against sixth-tier enemies—and even emerge victorious.
A true body cultivator couldn't be measured by normal realms.
For someone to have come this far, he must have had extraordinary fortuitous encounters.
One could clearly see that his Fangtian Halberd had already evolved into an Innate Spirit Treasure, at the level of an Earth-grade rare weapon, radiating an unmatched aura.
"Lu Bu was once called the God of War. On the battlefield, he was nearly invincible. Now reborn, with his talent, he has truly soared to new heights. At this level, his combat strength places him among the top human prodigies,"said Cao Jie.
Lu Bu—there was no one unfamiliar with that name. His reputation in history was far too great to ignore.
Lu Bu was the God of War, the undisputed peerless warrior of the battlefield.
"I originally thought it would be my husband to first step onto the stage, but Lu Bu beat him to it. After today, his name will resound throughout the battlefield—known to all. I just hope he doesn't disgrace us humans,"said Yao Yue.
Though this first battle wouldn't determine everything, it would influence morale. Victory could inspire the troops. Regardless of the outcome, this battle was destined to be remembered for all eternity in the Eternal World.
"So the humans think that just because they have that monstrous Yi the Emperor, they can do as they please? Have they really grown so arrogant? Do they think our Eternal Night prodigies are pushovers—soft persimmons to be kneaded at will? Utter foolishness. I'll fight you!"
Lu Bu's arrogant taunts ignited fury on the Eternal Night side.
In a flash of divine light, a shadow appeared on the arena.
What stepped forth was an enormous, bloated being—like a living mountain of flesh. Black iron chains coiled around his body. On his right arm, he held a cold, gleaming long hook, the tip sharp like a knife, every edge razor-honed to slice through flesh with a touch. The hook doubled as both a chain-hook and a blade. In his left hand was an immense butcher's cleaver, surrounded by a sinister red glow.
His appearance was monstrous—face covered in fat lumps, hair hanging like greasy meat sausages behind him. He was as grotesque as he was terrifying. His mouth split into a wide grin, revealing deadly fangs capable of frightening the faint of heart to death on the spot.
"A Butcher of Eternal Night..." Yi Tianxing muttered, frowning."According to the records in the Divine-Demon Treasury, this race is born into slaughter. From the moment they come into existence, they begin the act of butchery. They are natural executioners, masters of dissection. No matter how fierce the beast, they can slice it apart with ease, down to the bone—without a shred of meat left. Every move is a killing technique. On the battlefield, they are terrifying meat grinders. I didn't expect the first to appear would be one of them."
Not only were the Butchers monstrously strong, but their defense was terrifying. Their layers of fat acted as natural armor. Piercing through that body was no easy feat. Combined with their refined slaughter techniques, they were walking engines of carnage.
This one had clearly reached the True Spirit Realm—making him even harder to deal with.
"I am Bloodhand of the Butcher Clan,"the grotesque monster grinned at Lu Bu."I came to this Divine-Demon Battlefield to taste the flesh of the natives of the Eternal World. My ancestors say you're top-grade blood food—delicious and unforgettable. Today, I, Bloodhand, will taste it for myself. They say humans are tender and savory—perfect for raw consumption."
"Boy, today I'm going to find out whether your meat is as sweet as they say."
His eyes glinted with unrestrained hunger—he looked ready to devour Lu Bu on the spot.
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved. The chains clinked, and the hook in his right hand turned into a flash of dark light, shooting straight toward Lu Bu.
This strike carried a wave of killing intent so fierce it shook the soul. Just seeing the hook could paralyze weaker foes—who would then be dragged off with ease.
"Courting death!!"Lu Bu's eyes widened in rage.This wretched butcher had dared to claim he'd eat Lu Bu—a blatant insult that could only be answered in blood.
He reacted instantly. With a swing of his arm, the Fangtian Halberd slashed directly at the incoming hook. That soul-shaking aura may work on others, but not Lu Bu.
He was a peerless war god, undefeated in his era. From youth, he had bathed in blood and forged his iron will through endless slaughter. His indomitable will could never be shaken by a mere hook.
Clang!!
The halberd clashed with the hook, a sharp sound ringing out. Lu Bu's expression changed slightly. He clearly felt a terrifying force traveling through the hook—brutal and overwhelming. If not for his immense strength and robust vitality, the halberd might have been knocked aside, and the hook would have pierced him.
Even the hook alone carried force equivalent to a fifth transformation body cultivator—truly dangerous.
So everyone who steps onto this arena is a monster...
Kill!
Though surprised, Lu Bu's battle instincts were peerless. He countered immediately—slamming the halberd toward the butcher with the sheer force of "Splitting the Mountain."
But the butcher was no slouch. His cleaver lashed out—not at the halberd, but with a bizarre arc toward Lu Bu's armpit. The angle and speed were shocking—vicious and cunning.
Lu Bu quickly twisted his halberd to intercept—but the cleaver shifted again mid-strike, sliding along the halberd's shaft toward his arm. The speed and fluidity were nearly impossible to follow.
Lu Bu didn't hesitate. He adjusted his stance instantly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In mere moments, their weapons clashed repeatedly. The rapid collisions made it impossible to count how many strikes had been exchanged.
The cleaver was sinister and unpredictable. The halberd was grand and overwhelming.
Their deadly contest was evenly matched—neither could gain the upper hand.
"Such a terrifying butcher technique—every strike lethal, cruel, and devious. And Lu Bu... his halberd has become an extension of his body. This kind of combat instinct belongs at the pinnacle of heaven and earth,"Yi Tianxing's eyes gleamed with admiration.He took in every movement on the battlefield with complete clarity.
Don't let the simplicity of their clash fool you—life and death hung on the edge of every strike. One misstep meant death.
"Good halberd skill! Then face my Butcher Technique—Thousand Cuts and Ten Thousand Slashes!!"Bloodhand roared, slashing his cleaver violently.A violent blade intent erupted, and his butcher's cleaver blurred into motion, forming a swirling storm of blood-red light. A crimson vortex formed around Lu Bu—made of countless slicing arcs of murderous energy.
The Blood Vortex began to constrict.
This was no metaphor—the Thousand Cuts and Ten Thousand Slashes truly aimed to cut Lu Bu into minced meat.
"Seven Strokes of the Ghost God – Bloodshed Across Ten Thousand Miles!!"Lu Bu roared.Golden blood and qi erupted from his body, blazing like a golden sun. Radiating fierce masculine energy, he looked like a true War God descended.
From the absolute martial path he forged in life, he had created his peerless halberd art:
"Seven Strokes of the Ghost God".
Without hesitation, he unleashed it.
This was the essence of his life's battles.
On the battlefield, none could stop him.
A tremendous halberd will burst forth. From the Fangtian Halberd surged a blood-drenched aura that soared into the sky. Within it, one could see visions of mountains of corpses, oceans of blood, of countless armies clashing on scarlet plains.
The halberd smashed into the vortex—and in that instant—
the single halberd turned into ten thousand ghostly halberds, all striking as one.