Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Someone who reached the Saint Realm before 100 years old was definitely a true genius. But being called an ignorant fool, Xue Cheng was so mad that his hair stood up straight. Fire shot out of his head.
He put his hands together and the blue saint sword flying above his head trembled violently. Thousands upon thousands of Sword Qi were unleashed.
However, Qiu Lanshan stopped him. “He’s not your opponent. Step down.”
“Headmaster, I won’t surrender.” Xue Cheng’s eyes were bloodshot. He was unwilling to put his sword back.
A ring of invisible power flowed out of Qiu Lanshan’s body, restraining Xue Cheng. Then he looked at Zhang Ruochen with authoritative eyes.
“Something you said earlier was true. ‘One shouldn’t speak mindlessly.’ Do you know how damaging it is to a Saint’s reputation to be called ignorant? Xue Cheng is unwilling to surrender and I am too. You said you can use Zhu Qingyi’s life to exchange for something more important. What is that more important thing?”
“I cannot tell you,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Qiu Lanshan wasn’t someone with an advanced mindset. Hearing Zhang Ruochen’s reply, he was furious. This mere junior wouldn’t listen to him.
“I don’t care if you’ve sided with the Immortal Vampires or not. But since you’re stopping us from killing Zhu Qingyi, then you are an enemy of the human race.”
Qiu Lanshan no longer acted polite. He extended two fingers and formed a sword technique. Strong sword intent grouped over from the north, south, east and west. It formed a sword territory, trapping Zhang Ruochen so he couldn’t escape.
Zhang Ruochen nodded. “Not bad attainment in the Sword Way to complete Sword Four.”
Sword Four represented the four directions. With Zhang Ruochen’s attainment in the Sword Way, he could easily see Qiu Lanshan’s level.
Whoosh!
A tiny grain of Sword Qi spun quickly on Qiu Lanshan’s finger. It formed four rings of saintly light. Then it transformed into a string of Sword Qi and attacked Zhang Ruochen’s forehead.
This was a fatal strike to take Zhang Ruochen’s life.
Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brows. This person was going to kill him without even getting clear about the truth. This kind of behavior was blood-chilling.
“How dare you?” Qing Mo pressed forward with both palms.
Dazzling silver light radiated from her palms. A kitchen knife spun quickly, forming a whirlpool of silver Qi.
Kaboom.
The Sword Qi hit the center of the whirlpool with an intense clash. Both people shot back at the same time, putting a great distance between them. The other human Saints were also affected by the sword and broadsword Qi and retreated into the distance.
Qiu Lanshan was incredulous. He hadn’t expected that this weak little girl could block a sword he’d struck out with all his might.
The other cultivators were even more shocked.
“She’s just a little servant and has come to a stalemate with Qiu Lanshan. As her master, that mysterious man must be even stronger.”
“No wonder he dared to say Xue Cheng is ignorant. He’s qualified.”
“What is this mysterious man’s background? How come I never knew there’s such a figure in Kunlun’s Field?”
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The discussions were endless. Qiu Lanshan grew more humiliated. He grabbed in the air and a beam of white light flew out of his forehead, forming a snake-shaped saintly sword.
The leader of the Black Market Excellence Hall was Qiu Lanshan’s rival. Seeing the snake-shaped sword, frightening light flashed past his eyes. Chuckling, he said, “That is the Nether Snake Sword, 84th of the Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon List. Qiu Lanshan is finally using his true abilities.”
Qing Mo wasn’t about to surrender. She activated her Holy Qi and poured it into the silver kitchen knife. She was about to activate the knife’s origin power.
Just then, Zhang Ruochen smelled the scent of blood and looked northward.
A mass of bloody fog rose up to the north of Yuan River. A huge figure sprinted in the fog. Each step would cause a huge boom and shake the earth.
Finally, that giant figure burst out of the bloody fog. Extending a steel fist the size of a water vat, he punched Qiu Lanshan. When the fist print appeared, powerful wind blew through the land, whistling in the air.
Qiu Lanshan’s expression changed. He knew it was a top figure from the Immortal Vampires, so he awoke the Nether Snake Sword. He activated the Destruction of the Thousand Pattern and cut down.
Kaboom.
Thousands of Saintly Way rules wove together on the fist. It shattered all the Sword Qi with unstoppable power and crashed against the Nether Snake Sword.
Qiu Lanshan felt like a steel mountain had crashed against him. He flew back uncontrollably and fell into Yuan Lake. His organs were all dislocated and he felt immense pain.
Such terrifying power, Qiu Lanshan thought.
He saw a 30-foot-tall Blood Saint standing on the riverbank. He wore battle armor and had four blood wings that covered the sky. It felt like looking up at a mountain.
This was Blood Saint Miefeng, the Heaven Pass Blood General of the Motian Tribe. The human Saints present all recognized him and showed fear.
After all, Blood Saint Miefeng’s cruelness and infamy were at the same level as Zhu Qingyi.
“You’re here just in time. I’ll take this chance to kill two Heaven Pass Blood Generals in one go.”
Blood Saint Miefeng stood up tall on the riverbank. His strong body was like an indestructible blood tower. The corner of his lip curled up. He had an expression of scorn. “With just you people?”
Another blood cloud came from the distance, hovering at the edge of Yuan Lake. Blood Saint Kongqian, the Heaven Pass Blood General of the Qitian Tribe, flew out of the cloud. He wore golden armor and grasped a golden spear.
Boom.
Blood Saint Kongqian landed on the ground. He radiated with the power of the Saintly Way. The two elders from the Martial City Bank closest to him flew back from his force.
The next moment, Blood Saint Sijian, Heaven Pass Blood General of the Fengtian Tribe, walked out of the forest. He had four arms and each one grasped a saintly sword that shone with cold light.
Three Heaven Pass Blood Generals had arrived at once. Each one was a figure with a horrible reputation. The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
As for Xue Cheng, he grew pale from fear at seeing Heaven Pass Blood Generals at their strongest state. He hid behind the other human Saints.
Even Qiu Lanshan wasn’t as domineering as before. His expression grew serious.
Blood Saint Miefeng didn’t care about them. His giant eyes turned toward Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo. He scoffed. “Enemies always seem to meet. How have you two been?”
Zhang Ruochen chuckled. “Not bad.”
“Hand over Zhu Qingyi and I’ll let you die with a complete corpse,” Blood Saint Miefeng said.
“I have the wager now. Is this how you’ll negotiate with me?”
“Who’s negotiating with you? I want you to die.”
Blood Saint Miefeng didn’t care about Zhu Qingyi’s life at all. He was just worried he couldn’t explain to Situ Fengcheng and King Zhongying, so he said that.
Since Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t let the woman go, he wouldn’t say anything else. He sent out a fist print and punched forward.
It must be said that Heaven Pass Blood Generals were no small matter. The moment Blood Saint Miefeng hit out with the fist print, everything in Zhang Ruochen’s vision turned blood-red. It was evident that the fist print could slightly alter the rules of the world.
In the distance, Qiu Lanshan’s expression turned extremely uncomfortable. Blood Saint Miefeng’s fist print was even stronger than his last one. This punch could probably injure him.
Whoosh!
Zhang Ruochen didn’t panic. He grabbed in the air and used the Spatial Twist. He pushed Blood Saint Miefeng’s fist to the side and it flew away from his right.
Blood Saint Miefeng was shocked. He didn’t understand how such a strong punch could swerve to the side. By the time he collected his fist technique and steadied himself, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo had already reached Yuan Lake. They were going for the center of Wuyuan Island.
“There are remnants of a formation left by a Supreme Saint in Yuan Lake. They dare to go straight in?”
“They have no other choice. After all, their opponent is Blood Saint Miefeng. They can only choose this path in order to survive in the face of death.”
The human cultivators no longer suspected Zhang Ruochen’s identity. However, they felt that he’d made a mistake by going into Yuan Lake. This was undoubtedly suicide.
Blood Saint Miefeng obviously knew that Yuan Lake was dangerous. He hesitated slightly but still chased after them. “If you offend me, death is the only option. It’s useless no matter where you run to!”
Zhang Ruochen glanced back. A smile appeared in his eyes. He pointed somewhere in the river.
Whoosh!
The formation was instantly activated. A whirlpool appeared on the surface of the river. Blood Saint Miefeng was right at the edge.
Blood Saint Miefeng’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly circulated Holy Qi to break free from the whirlpool.
However, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky. It struck his neck, leaving a shocking gash. It was fortunate that his physical body was strong and could take it. Otherwise, his head would have been gone from his body.
Blood Saint Miefeng watched as Zhang Ruochen got closer and closer to Wuyuan Island. He was very shocked. This man didn’t activate the killing formation, he thought. How can he be so skilled in formations?
After getting hit once, Blood Saint Miefeng didn’t dare to keep chasing. He worried that Zhang Ruochen would use the formation’s power against him again.
The human Saints were very shocked. Their eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
“Who is this man? How come even the Supreme Saint’s formation can’t stop him?”
“Even Blood Saint Miefeng suffered. This man’s tactics aren’t the typical type of wise. No wonder he can capture Zhu Qingyi.”
Xue Cheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. His expression grew uglier. He finally realized that the distance between him and Zhang Ruochen was indeed very wide.
On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo had reached Wuyuan Island.
