Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Everyone looked in her direction.
They all wondered, who should dare to think nothing of the Blood Emperor Qingtian?
Rat-tat.
A young woman with long, white hair, walked out of the gate. Her hair almost fell to the ground, shimmering with the Saint Light.
Her face was little and exquisite. Her dark brown eyelashes were long, her little fine nose was like jade, and her cherry red lips added pretty color to her face.
As she walked out of the Zen Temple, a weak fragrance of orchid permeated the air. Green orchids were seen growing rapidly in the mountain woods, which had been destroyed by the former battles, revitalizing the area.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the white haired woman and shrank his eyes. He said to himself, “It’s her. How’s that possible?”
Meanwhile, the beautiful eyes of Kong Lanyou casted a casual look at Zhang Ruochen.
She wished fervently that Zhang Ruochen should be excited to see her, walk to her and hold her tightly in his arms, and call her “cousin” or “Lanyou”.
They would happily share their laughter and tears in the past 800 years, remembering the old stories of their teenage time. Or she would listen to him play the Song of Lanyou one more time.
But nothing happened.
Zhang Ruochen still looked unperturbed. He gave a look at her and then looked away.
Kong Lanyou felt a little disappointed, and somewhat desperate.
Then she took a deep breath, and looked to the Immortal Vampire far away. Kindness and gentleness disappeared from her eyes.
The tall man on the White Bone Altar saw the look of Kong Lanyou. His saint soul couldn’t help to give a shudder inside his body.
He only felt that way during his meetings with the real body of the Blood Emperor Qingtian before. Could this white hair woman be an equal figure to the Blood Emperor Qingtian?
Earth Blood Saint and Heaven Blood Saint didn’t perceive the same feeling with the tall man. They only regarded Kong Lanyou as someone with a powerful cultivation, but way less powerful than the enigma, Yintuoluo.
If the white haired woman was just a saint, her doubt and dispersion on the Blood Emperor Qingtian would be a deadly sin.
Earth Blood Saint sneered, “Before standing out, shouldn’t you weigh out your cultivation first?”
“Only one thing has ever happened to those who questioned the Blood Emperor… death,” said Heaven Blood Saint.
The bodies of Earth Blood Saint and Heaven Blood Saint flashed, and disappeared from the top of the White Bone Altar.
To be precise, they didn’t disappear in the air. But their speed was too quick to be seen clearly by a Half-Saint.
Swoosh.
The body of Earth Blood Saint blended into the ground, turning the land within 50 kilometers into the blood soil.
Hundreds of thousands of blood inscriptions gushed out from the bottom of the land, and piled up like a blood red mountain.
The mountain was more than 300 meters tall, containing the power to crush a city or to fill a lake. Now it was going to hit the Sikong Zen Temple with an extraordinary speed.
Heaven Blood Saint flew high above the ground, both arms stretching out to become two giant black clouds to cover the sky completely.
Zoom zoom.
Thousands of the blood arrows flew together like a curtain of rain, condensing into a blood red river of arrows.
It was clear to Earth Blood Saint and Heaven Blood Saint that the white haired woman was powerful. So they manipulated the Rules of the sky and the earth to display their full strength.
Even if they couldn’t kill the white haired woman, they would try her cultivation.
“You two should dare to attack me?”
Kong Lanyou stood outside the Zen Temple like an Valley Orchid. She raised one hand, and pressed on the Void.
Boom.
Boom.
The more than 300-meter-tall mountain collapsed in a second, turning into the blood fog with the blood-curdling scream of Earth Blood Saint.
The blood fog fell on the ground and became a blood lake.
Before they could destroy anything, thousands of the blood arrows blew up in the sky, falling to the ground and rustling like a gust of the blood rain.
The body of Heaven Blood Saint had changed into a cloud of the blood fog. Only his crystal-like saint skeleton dropped from midair to the Blood Lake.
Then Kong Lanyou waved her sleeve. Two balls of Saint Origin as bright as stars rose from the blood lake, and came to hover on her palm.
The blood-colored brilliance given by the Saint Origins lit her pale face with some color.
Sikong One, Sikong Two and Sikong Little all took a deep breath, and stayed like stones.
“Heaven forbid! Amitabha! Is she a human…or not?” The teeth of Sikong One shuddered, making a clicking noise.
Zhang Ruochen had expected that the cultivation of Kong Lanyou should have improved greatly after 800 years.
But he still felt frightened watching Kong Lanyou fight.
It had to be stated clearly that those two were saints, who were easily vanquished by Kong Lanyou like the killing of two mosquitos.
The two saints of the Immortal Vampires didn’t even have the time to escape.
Other Immortal Vampires in the blood clouds afar were all scared to death. Some of lower cultivations couldn’t control their Holy Qi properly because of their fright. As their Qi became disordered, they fell hard on the ground from midair.
The tall man on the White Bone Altar held his breath. He looked gloomy rather than calm.
The tall man was actually the first King underneath Blood Emperor Qingtian, King Zhongying. He was also called King of the Blood Kings, as his cultivation had reached an extremely high state.
Together with the Hundred Saint Blood Armor and the White Bone Altar, King Zhongying could easily beat anyone in the world, except a few about the same level as the Blood King Qingtian.
King Zhongying said with a thick voice, “Who are you?”
“Kong Lanyou.” Kong Lanyou responded with no haste nor hesitation.
Hearing the name, King Zhongying shrank his eyes and commanded decisivedly, “Retreat!”
The Saint Elder of Sacred Central Crypt plus the oldest disciple of the Emperor Buddha… as powerful as King Zhongying, he could never defend against them and had to run away.
The army of the Immortal Vampires was frightened to death by Kong Lanyou. Hearing the command of King Zhongying, no one dared to stay any longer. All retreated quickly to the end of the horizon like ebbs.
“Now you wanna run away. How can I let you escape so easily?”
King Zhongying looked gloomy. “Immortal Vampires don’t want to pick up the fight with the Sacred Central Crypt. Does the Saint Elder want to wage war on us?”
“The minute the Immortal Vampires set foot on the Kunlun’s Field, you have become the enemy of the Sacred Central Crypt.”
Kong Lanyou stretched one long and slender finger, then a ball of seven-colored flames was condensed from her fingertip.
The shape of the flame was like the feather of a peacock, brightly-colored and full of beauty. And yet, a horrible power of destruction was kept in it.
The feather-shaped flame flew out, soared to the sky and went into the blood clouds.
Hum.
The sky within about a 500 kilometers’ area was turned into a sea of flames, swallowing all the Immortal Vampires.
The flame of seven colors was so terrible that the Immortal Vampires at the level of Half-Saint would be burned into dust by its touch.
Once the flame touched the Half-Saint Light, it would turn the Half-Saint Light into the dark smoke with a fizz.
In just a second, except King Zhongying, thousands of the Immortal Vampire soldiers were all exterminated.
None had been left alive.
There were dozens of Half-Saints among the Immortal Vampire soldiers.
Zhang Ruochen’s lips moved, and he said with a low voice, “Peacock Fire.”
Sikong Two opened his eyes wide, and swallowed saliva. “The legendary method of burning the sky and boiling the sea really exists.”
The sky was still in flames and turned into pure gold. Giant fireballs would fall to the ground from time to time, making giant black pits one after another.
King Zhongying was furious to see this, and he said scornfully, “Kong Lanyou, you’ve crossed the line. I’ll fight with you. Show me what the Saint Elder of Sacred Central Crypt has got!”
King Zhongying flew from the White Bone Altar, and stood in the Void. The black evil Qi generated from his body completely dispersed the flames from the sky.
Sough.
The armor on King Zhongying gave out scarlet lights. And one hundred giant shadows came out of the armor, and covered more than half of the sky.
“Universe Divine-Stele Palm.”
Two palms as big as the cattail leaf fans raised slowly. A black stele condensed from between the palms. Densely arranged blood inscriptions showed up from its surface.
The higher King Zhongying raised his arm, the bigger the size of the black stele became. At the end, the black stele became as big as a mountain. An extraordinary power which could destroy the whole world was given out by it before it fell down.
Although being protected by Yintuoluo, Zhang Ruochen, Sikong One, Sikong Two and Sikong Little all felt as if they were being suffocated and had to forcefully prevent themselves from falling down.
Kong Lanyou was still calm. “The Universe Divine-Stele Palm is the first palm move of the Immortal Vampires. In the past, when the Blood Empress was alive, she had practiced it to its utmost, and once hurt Emperor Qing with it. Since she’s been dead so many years, I didn’t expect that there should be another Immortal Vampire who grasped the Universe Divine-Stele Palm. But it’s a pity, pity…”
“What do you mean?” asked King Zhongying.
Kong Lanyou said, “You’ve practiced the Universe Divine-Stele Palm to its utmost, but you don’t have a cultivation high enough to give out its full strength. You had to borrow the power of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor to barely wield the strike. You are far from the power of the Blood Empress.”
“How dare you!”
King Zhongying overlapped his hands, and pat the palm print downward.
The giant Black Divine Stele fell to the ground rapidly, like an aerolite, to hit the earth.
It was imaginable that once the divine stele fell on the ground, the area would be turned into a barren land of the dead.
