The Infernal Court cultivators who surrounded the Arena of Life and Death were all dumbfounded. They were so shocked that their eyeballs almost popped out. They thought that they were hallucinating.
The warlord of the Mara Family, the leader of Dhisan, was crushed to the ground by a Neverwither Supreme Saint. He was knocked out by a gourd.
“No, this can’t be true. How could Warlord Mara lose?”
“Who is he? Even Yan Wusheng, who is also a Neverwither Supreme Saint, would find it difficult to defeat Warlord Mara.”
A woman wearing a golden mask and colourful clothes came to the Arena of Life and Death under the escort of two teams of Saint-level guards. She smiled as she said, “What Yan Wusheng can’t do, doesn’t mean Zhang Ruochen can’t. After all, he once defeated Yan Wusheng at the same level.”
The woman’s skin was like Divine Jade. Her entire body was shrouded in mist and her graceful figure was faintly discernible. The mask on her face was made of golden threads that covered her face. Under the golden mask were tassel pendants that clanged.
The woman displayed elegance. Even a Saint King with the highest cultivation level could not help but feel inferior when standing in front of her.
“How could he defeat Yan Wushen at the same level?” a Nether Clan Supreme Saint in a black robe didn’t believe her at all.
Everyone in Kunlun’s Battlefield of Merits knew that Zhang Ruochen had defeated Yan Wushen.
However, Infernal Court was too vast. Many cultivators were in seclusion all year round. They didn’t care about the outside world and had never heard of it.
Many of them didn’t even know that Zhang Ruochen existed.
“His name is Zhang Ruochen,” the woman in colorful clothes said. “Supreme Saint Han Xi, if you don’t believe me, you can send someone to investigate. We should have a result soon.”
Nether Clan Supreme Saint Han Xi waved his hand and sent a subordinate to investigate.
Not long after, a document appeared in Supreme Saint Han Xi’s hands. It contained all of Zhang Ruochen’s information.
“Huh?”
When Supreme Saint Han Xi saw one of the contents, a chill appeared behind his eyes. “There’s so many peerless foes of our clan who died at his hands. Even the Son of Darkness was killed by him.”
Like Supreme Saint Han Xi, many cultivators who did not know Zhang Ruochen’s identity went to investigate.
However, after seeing the results of the investigation, they were filled with anger. They felt that Zhang Ruochen was the public enemy of Infernal Court and should be killed as soon as possible.
“His hands are stained with the blood of Infernal Court’s cultivators. How dare he come to the Divine Domain of Destiny?”
“Although Warlord Mara has lost, there are many powerful people in Infernal Court. There must be an unparalleled Supreme Saint who can kill him.”
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Zhang Ruochen ignored the cultivators of Infernal Court under the Arena of Life and Death. He reached out his palm, pressed it on Warlord Mara’s head and poured his spirital power in, trying to search his memories.
However, as soon as his spiritual power entered Warlord Mara’s skull, it was crushed by a divine force.
An even stronger spiritual power counterattacked, forcing Zhang Ruochen to retreat dozens of steps a =s divine blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
“It’s the Power of God. It’s protecting his memories and Saint Soul.”
Zhang Ruochen wiped the divine blood from the corner of his mouth and calmly thought of a way to make Warlord Mara speak. After a while, he muttered, “The Arena of Life and Death is a wonderful place.”
Below the Arena of Life and Death, Zhang Ruochen saw the figure of Xue Tu. He pointed to him and said, “Come up.”
“Senior brother, the Arena of Life and Death can not be stepped onto casually,” Xue Tu shook his head, afraid that he would be tricked by Zhang Ruochen.
Once on the Arena of Life and Death, one’s life and death would be out of their control.
Xue Tu was a person who cherished his life. How could he not be careful?
Zhang Ruochen stared at him and said, “Are you sure you won’t come up?”
Xue Tu was shocked by Zhang Ruochen’s stare. He licked his lips and finally, he braced himself and walked step by step to the edge of the Arena of Life and Death. He didn’t dare to step in.
“Senior brother, is there anything I can help you with?” he said.
“Take off his armor and tie him up for me,” Zhang Ruochen said, pointing to Warlord Mara on the ground.
Xue Tu swallowed and reminded him, “He’s Warlord Mara. He’s extraordinary. If you tie him up, you’ll offend the entire Mara Family.”
“Why are you still standing outside? Do you want me to bring you in personally?” Zhang Ruochen asked coldly.
Xue Tu was really afraid of Zhang Ruochen. Finally, he walked into the Arena of Life and Death with his stiff legs.
At this moment, Xue Tu could feel countless eyes staring at him from all directions. He felt bitter and sad. ‘I was just passing by to watch the show. How did I get pushed into the limelight? If I had known, I wouldn’t have come. If I acted recklessly with Zhang Ruochen, I would definitely be labeled as the public enemy of Infernal Court.’
Xue Tu knew Warlord Mara’s reputation well. He hesitated and said, “Do we really have to do this? A Supreme Saint can’t be tied up just like that. Once he wakes up, even ten binding saint locks can be broken easily.”
Zhang Ruochen threw a skeletal whip to Xue Tu and said, “Use this.”
“This… This is a Quasi-Supreme Artifact that Dark Skeletal Lord used before…”
Xue Tu held the skeletal whip with both hands and sighed. ‘Zhang Ruochen was even richer than gods. The things he took out were all supreme treasures.’
Unfortunately, being rich was not benevolent.’
With so many treasures at hand, he still wanted him to sell his fiefdom, his saint blood and saint body.’
Xue Tu thought, but his hands didn’t stop. He peeled off the black armor from Warlord Mara body and Warlord Mara turned into a naked burly man with a strong body.
That scene… was really eye-piercing.
Xue Tu held the black armor in his hands and examined it. It was a Regal Artifact which made Xue Tu felt even more unbalanced.
They were both Supreme Saints and divine sons. Why was Zhang Ruochen covered in Supreme Artifacts but Warlord Mara was covered in Regal Artifacts? Xue Tu was in such a miserable state. He had nothing. He didn’t even have a decent saint weapon, he didn’t even have a fief. He didn’t even have freedom.
“I’m the most miserable Supreme Saint.”
Xue Tu stared at Warlord Mara, who was naked and lying on the Arena of Life and Death. He shook his head again and said, “No, there’s someone worse than me. At least I still have my dignity.”
When Warlord Mara woke up, he was relieved to find that he wasn’t dead.
After all, being defeated on the Arena of Life and Death meant that he would die for sure.
But soon, he felt that life was worse than death, because he found that he was still on the Arena of Life and Death, stripped naked, and stared at by countless eyes.
Warlord Mara was a person of high status. He cared about his face very much. After suffering such a great humiliation, the anger in his body seemed to burn the entire Infernal Court.
“Zhang Ruochen, I will never live under the same sky as you.”
Warlord Mara exerted strength in his arms and blinding saint light burst out. He wanted to break the skeletal whip that was tied to his body.
However, just as he exerted his strength, a large number of Supreme Inscriptions appeared on the skeletal whip. The supreme power burst out and acted on his body, dispersing all his strength.
Zhang Ruochen sat on a golden saint chair in the center of the Arena of Life and Death. He held the skeletal whip in his hand and said, “Don’t waste your strength. You can’t break a Quasi-Supreme Artifact.”
The skeletal whip was made from the backbone of a divine dragon. It had passed seven King’s Calamities and had many Supreme Inscriptions inside.
Therefore, it could be called both a Seven Element Regal Artifact and a Quasi-Supreme Artifact.
Warlord Mara wasn’t convinced. He continued to struggle, but Zhang Ruochen toss him away. Every time, he was tossed till he was half-dead.
“Kill me!” Warlord Mara roared.
He felt that he had no face to continue living.
Zhang Ruochen mocked him, “You can’t take it anymore? I heard that you have the potential to become a god. You’re an important figure in the Mara Family and Dhisan. Now, it seems that the so-called god potential is a joke.”
Warlord Mara’s face was ferocious. “Do not continue to humiliate me,” he said.
Zhang Ruochen spoke with confidence and continued, “The heart of a god is unyielding. You’ve only been humiliated a little, and you’re already seeking death. How can you have the heart of a god?”
Warlord Mara was completely stunned after hearing those words, as if he had been hit in the head.
He calmed down gradually and said, “You’re right. Those with the heart of god should be unyielding. What’s this humiliation? As long as I don’t die, I’ll trample you one day.”
“Since you don’t want to die, tell me now. Where did you get this bracelet?” Zhang Ruochen held the Bracelet of Dimension and walked up to Warlord Mara. His eyes were cold.
Warlord Mara laughed loudly as he said, “Haha! If you want to know, let me go immediately. Kneel down and beg me. That is the only way.”
Zhang Ruochen punched Warlord Mara in the face. His face was covered in blood.
“It’s useless. Even if you kill me, don’t expect me to say anything. You should know how strong a Supreme Saint’s will is.” Warlord Mara didn’t give in and continued to laugh wildly.
Zhang Ruochen stood up and threw the Parashu to Xue Tu. “Do you know what to do?”
Xue Tu was stunned, “What?”
“A Supreme Saint’s body is precious. Cut him up to sell. Start by selling the Supreme Saint’s blood, then his legs. The Supreme Saint’s heart… The Supreme Saint’s regenerative and self-healing abilities are very strong. You have to be careful not to kill him. The Supreme Saint’s heart could be sold for at least ten times. Right?” Zhang Ruochen said calmly, from the beginning to the end.
However, when Warlord Mara heard those words, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. He was scared.
He wished that he could die immediately.
I can not die so easily. I want to live a strong life. I have the potential of becoming a god, but I must also have the heart to become a god. I must be unyielding, unyielding…’ Warlord Mara thought to himself.
Xue Tu’s arm that held the Parashu felt a little weak because he had heard the same words before.
“Why should I do something like this? Can’t you do it yourself?”
Xue Tu was depressed. He regretted coming to watch the show even more.
When Zhang Ruochen had fought with Warlord Mara, he was secretly happy. He thought that Warlord Mara could kill Zhang Ruochen, the devil.
Unfortunately..
“Senior brother, are you… Are You Serious?” Xue Tu asked.
“Do you think I’m joking? If you can’t do it, why don’t you go over there and I’ll sell you as well?” Zhang Ruochen said coldly.
“How can I not do it? I, Xue Tu, am a mass murderer. I am not merciful.”
Xue Tu walked towards Warlord Mara with the Parashu.
Warlord Mara was not afraid of death, but at this moment, every inch of his body was trembling.
The cultivators around the Arena of Life and Death were stunned. They didn’t expect Zhang Ruochen and Xue Tu to do this.
Some of the Saints and Saint Kings present were tempted.
If they could really get Warlord Mara’s Supreme Saint blood, Supreme Saint Bones, Supreme Saint heart, and Supreme Saint lungs, it would definitely help them improve their cultivation and achieve the level of a Supreme Saint.
“Zhang Ruochen, how dare you humiliate the warlord of the Mara Family? Come out and face your death!”
The five Supreme Saints of the Mara Family rushed over. One was in the Hundred-Shackle Realm, while the other four were in the Neverwilt Realm. They were no more than 1,000 years old. Obviously, they were all guests at the Celestial-Hunting Festival.
“Warlord Mara led me into the Arena of Life and Death and wants to kill me. Can’t I fight back? If you want to save him, then step up to the Arena of Life and Death and fight with me. What’s the use of shouting in the audience?”said Zhang Ruochen.
Twarita Mara was the only one below the Hundred-Shackle Realm among the five Supreme Saints. She had broken seven shackles and said coldly, “You defeated Warlord Mara. Just kill him. Why humiliate him?”
“Why are you encouraging me to kill him? Is it because after he dies, you can become the new warlord of the Mara Family?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Twarita Mara was at a loss for words. She was furious and didn’t know how to answer.
A Neverwither Supreme Saint from the Mara Family said, “You humiliate the Mara Family by humiliating Warlord Mara. From now on, we are enemies.”
“Supreme Saint of the Mara Family, do you only know how to use your mouth? If you have the ability, come fight in the Arena of Life and Death,” Zhang Ruochen said.
“Let’s fight then. I’m not afraid of you.”
Another Neverwither Supreme Saint of the Mara Family was fuming with anger because of Zhang Ruochen. He held a Saint Spear in his hand and was about to charge onto the Arena of Life and Death.
Twarita Mara quickly stopped him and said telepathically, ‘Zhang Ruochen is no trifling matter. Even the Warlord lost to him. Are you seeking death?’
Zhang Ruochen opened his mouth again, “The Supreme Saints of the Mara Family is a bunch of cowards. Imagine that those below the level of Supreme Saints, they must be even worse. If you are afraid of death, you can attack together. I’ll take on all of you.”
The Neverwither Supreme Saint who held the Saint Spear couldn’t take it anymore. He felt that Zhang Ruochen deserved death. “Even if we die, we can’t let others think that the Supreme Saints of the Mara Family are cowards just because we’ll lose a life!” he shouted.
“Fight!”
Breaking free from the suppression of Twarita Mara, he charged onto the Arena of Life and Death.
The Supreme Saint’s powerful aura swept through heaven and earth. The Saint Spear in his hand turned into a silver dragon that charged toward Zhang Ruochen.
“Kneel.”
Zhang Ruochen stood still. He unleashed the power of three Paths of Ancients— the Realm-frame of Truth, the Spatial Domain, and the Null Time Realm— at the same time.
Instantly, the Neverwither Supreme Saint stopped under the pressure. His bones cracked. He stood still and couldn’t move. His legs trembled.
He gritted his teeth and didn’t kneel.
“The Supreme Saint’s will and power are indeed extraordinary.”
Zhang Ruochen flicked his finger. A Mark of Time flew out and hit his chest.
The Neverwither Supreme Saint lost a hundred years of his life. His body became weak. He couldn’t resist the three Paths of Ancients anymore. He knelt down with a thud.
“Zhang Ruochen… You… You deserve death…”
The Neverwither Supreme Saint roared unwillingly. His eyes were filled with humiliation.
The moment he knelt down, a large amount of lightning was released from his body. The entire Arena of Life and Death turned into a space of lightning.
Below the Arena of Life and Death—
The other four Supreme Saints of the Mara Family were all furious. They rushed to the Arena of Life and Death without a care about anything else. “Attack! Suppress Zhang Ruochen and fight for the honor of the Mara Family!” they roared.
“Kill!”
“Suppress Zhang Ruochen and kill Xue Tu.”
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Xue Tu, who was about to draw blood for Warlord Mara, felt extremely depressed. He felt that he was innocent. “Your enemy is obviously Zhang Ruochen. Why do you want to kill me? I was forced to do what he wanted.”
The reason behind Zhang Ruochen dealing with Warlord Mara and angering the five Supreme Saints of the Mara Family was that he wanted to ask for Mu Lingxi’s whereabouts. Moreover, he wanted to crush the Mara Family, establish his power in Infernal Court, and intimidate the enemies of other big forces.
He wanted them to understand that becoming his enemy would be worse than death.
Otherwise, it would be a headache for him if they keep trying to find him.
