Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Mount Yuanxu.
Supreme Saint Manjian’s stone statue dimmed and spoke again. “The other must have a treasure that can cover their aura and intent. I can’t find them.”
All of the Saints were shocked.
Even if a Supreme Saint didn’t specialize in Spiritual Power, they were still very strong in that aspect.
In addition, a Supreme Saint’s saint intent could pass through the entire world and perceive intents. It was practically impossible for someone not in the same realm to go under a Supreme Saint’s radar.
“What kind of powerful figure has arrived?”
“Such a terrifying figure must be hiding near Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land. It’s like a sword hanging over Zhang Ruochen’s neck that can fall at any time.”
“Why would strong cultivators of the Soul Field kill Zhang Ruochen?”
…
Zhang Ruochen held his chin, deep in thought.
According to the Moon Goddess, there was a dark force in the Heaven World that had been cleaning out the worlds related to Kunlun’s Field. Zhang Ruochen had been forced away by Chi Yao, but he still had the label of Kunlun’s Field on him.
Zhang Ruochen had received more than 400 million merits in Zuling Field, rushing straight to the first spot of the Saints Merits Record. He’d become the most popular Saint of the Heaven World.
How could the dark force let him go?
A horrible force must come and kill him to stop his rise to power.
Of course, he had other enemies in the Heaven World.
For example, Hell Blade Field and Purple Mansion Field.
The cultivators of Hell Blade Field especially hated Zhang Ruochen. It was because of him that they’d fallen to last place in the merits battle. They would now fall into flames and be sacrificed in the war between the Heaven and Hell World.
It wasn’t impossible for Hell Blade Field to hire a Soul Field cultivator with a high price to kill Zhang Ruochen.
In addition, some spies from the Hell World could come to kill Zhang Ruochen too.
It must be one of the three parties.
Zhang Ruochen made this guess.
Mu Lingxi was a bit worried. “Zhang Ruochen, you shouldn’t stay in the Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land. Come with me to Moon Goddess Mountain. No matter how powerful the Soul Field is, they won’t dare to approach the mountain.”
“Even if you don’t go there,” Su Qingling said, “you can come to Red Dragon Saint Palace and cultivate alongside Supreme Saint Manjian. I doubt they’re brave enough to go kill someone in a Supreme Saint’s cultivation zone.”
The Soul Field’s cultivator was too strong and unsettled everyone.
Zhang Ruochen looked very composed. Smiling, he shook his head. “I can’t keep hiding behind the Moon Goddess and Supreme Saint Manjian, right? Plus, Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land has the protection of the Nine-level Cloud Tower Formation. Supreme Saint Manjian can appear at any time too and kill him.”
Supreme Saint Manjian was clearly annoyed. A booming voice came from the stone statue. “Red Dragon Saint Territory is my land. I will definitely protect you. It’s okay if that rat from the Soul Field doesn’t show up. As soon as I track him down, he will be destroyed.”
The divine voice transformed into waves and rippled to thousands of miles away.
Deep within, a dozen figures stood inside a purple formation map. They all heard Supreme Saint Manjian’s voice, but they didn’t show any fear.
Under purple light, Xu laughed and said, “King Hun, Supreme Saint Manjian just claimed he’ll destroy you. Are you scared?”
“Yes, how can I not be scared? He’s quite strong, but he doesn’t even know who I am. How can he kill me? Haha.”
King Hun had the Broken Natal Way Charm and wasn’t afraid of Supreme Saint Manjian, so he laughed freely.
…
At noon, Wu Hao, Su Qingling, Wen Shucheng, Mu Lingxi, Ling Mi, and the two first step Saint Kings left Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land.
Supreme Saint Manjian sent a branch of his consciousness to follow them and ensure their safety.
The Soul Field cultivator didn’t appear, even after they left Red Dragon Saint Territory.
“It seems that their target is very obvious. They want to kill Zhang Ruochen and won’t go after Wu Hao and the others at all.” Supreme Saint Manjian pulled his mind away and stopped following them.
After leaving Red Dragon Saint Territory and entering another territory, Wu Hao and the others sped up. They only wanted to get back quickly.
Suddenly, white mist rose up from the ground before them. In the span of a few breaths, the mist shrouded the entire mountain and sky.
“Everyone, be careful! This white mist is a bit strange,” Wu Hao called out with Holy Qi.
“Everyone, be careful! This white mist is a bit strange.”
“This white mist is a bit strange.”
“Strange…”
A string of echoes sounded. Before Su Qingling, Wen Shucheng and the others could reply, Wu Hao’s expression changed dramatically. He realized that he’d ventured into a very special area.
“This isn’t good.”
He hurriedly stopped and quickened the circulation of Holy Qi within him. Saintly light poured out of his eyes. Then he slapped to the side.
Boom!
The palm print only flew out a few feet before it was stopped by a sheet of water. A vortex appeared in the water, swallowing the palm print.
Wu Hao’s eyes grew solemn. Careful of his surroundings, he said strongly, “Who are you? Come out if you dare and fight with me fairly.”
Mocking laughter sounded in the mist. “Ha, with your amateur skills, you’re like a poor monkey before Zhang Ruochen and can’t even fight back. And you still want to fight with me? You overestimate yourself.”
Hearing this, Wu Hao turned livid. He gritted his teeth and flames surged from his eyes.
“What, you don’t think so? Can you defeat Zhang Ruochen? Even if Zhang Ruochen only uses one hand, you’re still not his match.” Laughter rang out again.
Before Zhang Ruochen appeared, Wu Hao had always been a pride that countless cultivators worshipped and looked up to. When did he ever get insulted like this?
All 144 apertures on Wu Hao’s body opened and 144 beams of Holy Qi poured out. He stomped on the ground. The entire world shook.
“Come out!” he yelled.
“Hey, since you don’t accept it, then I’ll grudgingly accept. I’ll let you know what true skills are.”
An ear splitting sound of wind appeared in the white mist behind Wu Hao.
He reacted as quickly as lightning. Forming a palm print with his five fingers, six fiery snakes emerged from his palm. They transformed into six rivers of fire and struck backward.
“Too slow!”
That voice changed location, appearing behind him.
Thud!
Wu Hao didn’t have time to change his attack. Dark sword light cut across his left calf, cutting his flesh in the crack of the armor. Blood splattered.
The Holy Meridian and muscle in his left leg were sliced.
This kind of injury was nothing to a Saint, naturally. But a gust of sword Qi rushed into his body from the injury. It was frigid and made half of his leg lose feeling.
“Such terrifying sword techniques. Both the shocking speed and precise sword angle definitely contain Sword Way Rules to reach this extent.” Wu Hao was very surprised.
“You have the Complete Body Constitution. You shouldn’t be this weak. Or is it because Guanghan Field’s top techniques and spells were stolen by other worlds, so they couldn’t train an actually good fighter?” The voice in the mist seemed to be talking to itself but also mocking Wu Hao.
“Disgusting.”
Wu Hao widened his eyes in anger. He put his hands together to activate the Souls of Ten Ancestors.
But the sword light flew over first. It cut across his right calf and brought out more blood.
The stinging pain in his leg made him grunt and his features twisted. The next moment, both of his legs lost feeling. They kept trembling.
But he still worked hard to support himself and remain standing.
“Your cultivation is far above me. So what if you kill me? I wouldn’t lose to you if we were in the same realm.”
Sweat beaded on Wu Hao’s forehead. Blood kept flowing out of his calves, pooling under his feet, but he still wouldn’t accept defeat.
Finally, that figure appeared around ten feet away from Wu Hao. The shadow was unclear due to the mist.
The figure held a crescent blade. “You’re a half-step Saint King and so am I. How can we not be in the same realm?”
“No way. If you’re a half-step Saint King, how can you be so strong?”
Wu Hao couldn’t believe the other. After all, he was the Heir of Guanghan Field and the strongest figure among all Saints in this world. How could he get the Holy Meridians in both legs cut without even seeing the other person if they were in the same realm?
This was impossible!
“It’s not that I’m too strong. You’re just too weak.”
Tap, tap.
The figure walked toward Wu Hao.
Gradually, he was able to see the man’s features clearly. His expression grew more and more shocked. He couldn’t even breathe anymore. A moment later, he finally squeezed out, “You’re seventh on the Saints Merits Rank…Wang Xu…”
“Hey, you actually recognize me!”
Wang Xu laughed. He walked over to Wu Hao and reached out, pressing a hand onto Wu Hao’s shoulder. “Why are you still resisting? What meaning does that have? If you want to kneel down to me, then kneel!”
He tapped Wu Hao’s shoulder lightly, but a huge burst of power came out, pressing down like a divine mountain.
Wu Hao’s body cracked and he knelt heavily onto the ground with a thud. The ground around him caved in.
This kneel fully broke down Wu Hao’s pride and ego.
This kneel also completely collapsed his mind.
