Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“He really does have a hidden card and actually summoned a Ghost King.”
The Blood God Sect Hierarch knew that he couldn’t defeat Ghost King Bloodmoon with a saint soul body, so he used a technique to escape.
“Where are you going?”
Zhang Ruochen took out the Abyss Ancient Sword and used Sword Five. He gathered thousands upon thousands of Sword Qi to block the Hierarch’s path.
“You think you can stop me?” The Hierarch was extremely skilled at utilizing power. He flicked his finger and struck the Abyss Ancient Sword. Thousands of pounds of fine force were instantly applied to destroy Zhang Ruochen’s Sword Five.
Zhang Ruochen felt a sea of power crash down on him. It almost broke his arm. “So powerful.”
He took five hurried steps to the side to dissolve the power from the Hierarch’s one finger. His right arm was numb and his purlicue cracked open. Blood slid down to the tip of his finger.
The Blood God Sect Hierarch’s level was too terrifying. He was almost a god at martial technique and usage of power.
“You don’t know your place. If we were on the surface, my saint soul body could kill you with just a finger.”
He attacked again, wanting to kill Zhang Ruochen as soon as possible and take away the Taotian Sword.
“Blood Shadow Hand.” His two hands shone with bloody light. Thirty-six hand shadows appeared, each one with elongated fingers. They attacked Zhang Ruochen from 36 directions, sealing off all of his exit paths. With this move, a string of bursts sounded.
The Hierarch had to finish quickly, so he’d used this advanced martial technique. He wanted to take Zhang Ruochen down with one move.
Zhang Ruochen activated all the Holy Qi within him. He struck with his sword with the fastest speed, creating 108 sword shadows that crashed against the Hierarch’s hand shadows.
Boom, boom.
The 36 hand shadows were all tangible. They created spark after spark when they clashed against the Abyss Ancient Sword.
“As expected of the Time and Space Descendant. You are indeed powerful.”
The Hierarch quickly turned his palm into a finger. His right forefinger transformed into a string of firelight and struck Zhang Ruochen’s chest. His change in movement was as fast as lightning and difficult to fend off.
Zhang Ruochen gasped. His speed couldn’t catch up to the Hierarch at all. He could only block it by horizontally placing his sword.
Kaboom.
The finger with the firelight struck the blade. It distorted the Abyss Ancient Sword, bending it. The next moment, Zhang Ruochen flew backward like a rocket. He slammed against the stone wall, caving it in.
Zhang Ruochen’s arms were covered in blood. Immense pain came from his heart. He felt something sweet in his throat and he coughed out blood.
The Abyss Ancient Sword had indeed stopped the Hierarch’s finger. However, the force had passed through the blade and hit Zhang Ruochen’s chest, injuring him internally.
“The difference in level is too big. The result has already been decided. If you had handed up the Taotian Sword earlier, you wouldn’t suffer like this.”
The Hierarch shook his head. He flew up like a big black bird. His fingers bent into claws and struck toward Zhang Ruochen below him.
“Heir Stamp!” Huang Yanchen cried out. She waved her arm and sent the Heir Stamp toward the Hierarch flying in the air. Her cultivation was repressed in the Bottomless Abyss, so she was unable to use a large amount of Holy Qi or activate the Heir Stamp’s true power.
The Hierarch didn’t even look at her. He slapped backward and sent the Heir Stamp flying back, hitting Huang Yanchen’s chest. In the last moment, Huang Yanchen protected her chest with her arms and blocked the Heir Stamp.
Crack!
It was the sound of bones snapping. Huang Yanchen was thrown back. She crashed onto the ground. Her arms were broken and mangled. She couldn’t raise them anymore.
The Hierarch’s saint soul body was overly powerful. It wasn’t easy to block his attack.
“Die!”
His black robes fluttered. Every edge of the robe was like a blade, cutting in the air with loud whooshes. His claw print was about to fall onto Zhang Ruochen’s head.
Suddenly, his speed started slowing down.
No, it wasn’t that his hand was slowing down. The time around him and Zhang Ruochen started flowing more slowly. This scene was very odd. The Hierarch’s claw was only a foot away from Zhang Ruochen’s head. If it dropped down, it could pierce his skull.
However, Zhang Ruochen stood in place without moving.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen cut down with his sword.
Whoosh!
Zhang Ruochen’s sword attack was impossible to see with the naked eye. By the time he pulled it back, the Hierarch’s saint soul body was already split in half.
“Destroy!” Zhang Ruochen wasn’t satisfied yet. He was worried that the saint soul body could regroup, so he used two palms to turn the two halves into clouds of bloody mist.
“Just then, I thankfully developed my time sword technique to the third level, Twelve Hour Sword Technique. Otherwise, we would have had a bad ending today.”
Forced into that life-or-death situation, Zhang Ruochen had a new understanding of the time sword technique. He finally reached the third level.
Right now, there were 12 figures in a circle in his mind. They performed different sword moves, each one representing two hours of the day. If he didn’t have more important things to do, Zhang Ruochen really wanted to go into the scroll world to study the sword technique.
Intense pain traveled from his heart. It made him quiver in pain. Clutching his chest, he coughed twice, spitting out blood again. Then he used a technique to repress the injury.
He rushed toward Huang Yanchen to check her injuries. Not only had her arms broken, her organs all had varying injuries. Zhang Ruochen was heartbroken. She’d gotten hurt to save him.
“You’re heavily injured. Go into the scroll world to heal.”
Carrying her from her neck and waist, Zhang Ruochen lifted Huang Yanchen up and took her into the scroll world.
By the time he came out again, Ghost King Bloodmoon had already killed the blood beast with dragon wings. She’d also taken its beast soul and created a pill. No wonder she was working so hard. It was all for the soul pill.
Ghost King Bloodmoon put the soul pill away and looked at the huge dragon corpse. “This winged dragon is very strange. Its physical body’s power and defense are both far stronger than a regular dragon.”
Zhang Ruochen dug out its saintly source and placed it in his spatial ring. “I’ve destroyed the Hierarch’s saint soul body. His true form must have felt something and should be hurrying toward the Bottomless Abyss.”
“With my current state, I’m not his match yet,” Ghost King Bloodmoon said nonchalantly. “I advise you to escape for your life.”
Then she went into the scroll world. She didn’t plan on fighting anymore.
…
Zhang Ruochen had underestimated the relationship between the saint soul body and true form. Everything the saint soul body saw and heard could be felt by the true body immediately.
When Zhang Ruochen released Ghost King Bloodmoon, the Hierarch had already been alerted. He opened his eyes slowly.
Looking toward the Bottomless Abyss, he muttered to himself, “Zhang Ruochen, Time and Space Descendant, also has a Ghost King. They actually entered the Bottomless Abyss with a Space Transfer Formation. I cannot let them discover the Bottomless Abyss’ secret. I must kill them.”
Whoosh!
The Blood God Sect Hierarch transformed into a beam of blood light. He flew into the air and out of the Ancient Snow Mountain. He hurried toward the Bottomless Abyss.
First gradient of the Bottomless Abyss
Zhang Ruochen took out a light-element spiritual crystal. Holding it in his hands, he illuminated his surroundings and looked toward the Space Transfer Formation. He wanted to use it to escape.
He discovered that while he’d been fighting with the Hierarch’s saint soul body, Blackie had dug out the Space Transfer Formation and placed it inside its spatial bracelet.
“What did you do?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Blackie clutched the bracelet, afraid Zhang Ruochen would take it away. “This Space Transfer Formation can connect to the Gate to Hell. It cannot be damaged. I’ll hold it for now.”
“Take it out!” Zhang Ruochen roared. “We need it to escape right now.” He was anxious because the Hierarch could arrive at any time.
Blackie scoffed. “You want to trick me into giving up the Space Transfer Formation? I’m too smart. I’ll never fall for your tricks.”
Just then, Zhang Ruochen felt horrible saintly might crush down from the sky. Even the space and earth trembled.
“Oh no…” His expression was ugly. He looked up and saw a dark red cloud flying down from the black sky. Soon, it was above him and Blackie.
The bloody cloud spun slowly with booming thunder. It went without saying that the Hierarch’s true form had arrived. He’d come too quickly! Even if Zhang Ruochen hadn’t wasted time with Blackie, he wouldn’t have been able to escape either.
Blackie looked up. It was also shocked and it gasped. “Zhang Ruochen, you… You should’ve told me…earlier. We might’ve been able to escape.”
Zhang Ruochen rolled his eyes. Blackie had pushed off responsibility so quickly.
“Zhang Ruochen, where is that Ghost King?” a deep sound rumbled in the cloud.
The Hierarch’s saintly might was very powerful. Zhang Ruochen could barely remain standing. He could only half-kneel on the ground and support himself with his arms to keep from prostrating himself.
Their cultivations were thousands of miles away from each other. It was like a god looking down at a mortal being.
Just as Zhang Ruochen thought that he was about to die today, the pressure on him suddenly lightened. What was going on? Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked up.
An elder in gray clothing walked out calmly from the darkness to Zhang Ruochen’s side. The power radiating from him formed a shield of light. It protected Zhang Ruochen and Blackie, fending off the Hierarch’s saintly might.
It’s him.
Zhang Ruochen recognized the elder. It was the Taishang Elder of the Blood God Sect. He sat at the top of Qianyuan Mountain to guard the Blood God Map.
Zhang Ruochen had seen him when he tried to comprehend the Blood God Map. How come he was at the Bottomless Abyss too?
The elder looked at Zhang Ruochen and nodded with a smile. Zhang Ruochen was alarmed. He suspected that the elder already recognized him. Or did his disguise not even fool the elder at Qianyuan Mountain?
The elder looked up at the bloody cloud. His expression sharpened dangerously. “Linyuan, you still haven’t realized that you’re wrong?”
