Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen wasn’t the type to look for trouble. If he could choose, he would definitely choose the easiest way.
He hadn’t attacked yet because he’d been observing. He would let the other candidates reach a result first and then decide how much effort he should put into completing the second test.
He had to preserve as much of his combat ability as possible. The current situation was the best result for him.
If I choose a weaker Deity, I only need to use 10% of my power to win easily, Zhang Ruochen thought.
Without deliberating further, he activated his Holy Qi. Pressing his right hand into a jutting white bone, he inserted his Holy Qi.
Whoosh.
An ear-piercing wail sounded at the edge of the Blood God Altar. Instantly, all the Blood Qi in the world began to spin with the altar as the heart. It formed a huge vortex with a huge commotion.
“Gu Linfeng is only a fourth level Half-Saint. How can he cause such powerful Blood Qi movement?”
The Deity candidates were all confused. Shreds of Blood Qi gathered toward the sixth level of the altar, forming a 300-foot-wide cloud of Qi.
A speck of silver light shone in the center. Zhang Ruochen focused his gaze and looked through the clouds. That silver light was a long-haired man with a serpent’s body.
Zhang Ruochen wasn’t familiar with all the Deities of the Blood God Sect, so he didn’t know who this was. He knew even less about his combat ability.
The serpent-bodied man took a deep breath, swallowing all the Blood Qi into his abdomen. Standing in the air, he looked down at Zhang Ruochen. He was also a fourth level Half-Saint, but he radiated with boundless ancient Qi. He was mighty and made people feel like a saintly mountain was standing there.
“Just one person?” Zhang Ruochen was surprised.
“There has only been one person throughout history who’s competed as a fourth level Half-Saint,” the serpent-man said indifferently. “Thus, I’m the only one who can be your opponent.”
It dawned on Zhang Ruochen and he nodded. “I see.”
The man stared at Zhang Ruochen and shook his head. “Your potential must be high if you can reach the sixth level of the Blood God Altar. I don’t want to kill you, so just surrender now.”
“Surrender?” Zhang Ruochen shook his head. Eyes determined, he said, “I won’t surrender. No one can stop me today from reaching the position of the Deity.”
At the moment, all the other Monks tried hard to remember who this serpent-man was. There were no descriptions of him in the scriptures about the historical Deities. The Saints above the Blood God Altar were also confused. They all thought hard.
“The scriptures have no record of him. Who is he?”
Everyone was filled with confusion.
The palace lord of the Heaven Heavenly Palace managed all scriptures. Just then, his eyes flashed. “Only one of the Deities wasn’t recorded in the scriptures.”
“Who?”
The palace lord’s eyes were troubled. “The first Deity of the Blood God Sect, the Blood Spirit Fae.”
Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Some were even more confused. Since he was the first Deity, how come he wasn’t included in the scriptures?
“The Blood Spirit Fae was the first disciple of the Blood God Patriarch,” the palace lord continued. “He was with the Blood God Patriarch when he first established the sect. His talent was shocking. When he participated in the Deity battle, he reached the eighth level of the altar.”
“He had great accomplishments too. He became a Supreme Saint and almost became a god. However, after he grew powerful, he actually rebelled against the Blood God Sect and wanted to start his own sect. In the end, he was killed by the Blood God Patriarch and erased from the sect.”
Hearing the palace lord’s words, everyone felt deeply shaken as if they were listening to a myth. This legendary figure was right before them now.
“This is really the first Deity?”
“Isn’t this apparition god’s heir? Who can be his match?”
“The Blood God Fairy was only a step away from becoming a god. Even now, he’d still be the strongest figure of Kunlun’s Field. Even taking one hit from him would be hard.”
At the moment, Huo Xin started smiling faintly. Since Gu Linfeng’s opponent was the Blood God Fairy, the first Deity, he would definitely lose. It was clear that the Deity position was Huo Xin’s.
“Fate. It must be fate. Huo Xin had no chance of becoming the Deity, but who would’ve known that Gu Linfeng would only have one opponent? And that it’d be the strongest Deity of all history? What can it be other than fate?”
Even Hai Lingyin and Wei Longxing felt unhopeful. They had to admit that Huo Xin was lucky. He’d experienced all the good things.
“What the heck. This luck is a bit too much,” Sun Dadi spat. He wasn’t happy, but he had to admit that Huo Xin would soon become the next Deity.
After learning of the Blood Spirit Fae’s identity, everyone thought that Gu Linfeng would surrender. If he didn’t surrender, his life may be in danger.
The Blood Spirit Fae flew down and stood before Zhang Ruochen. His lower half was covered in silver scales. “I’ll warn you again. You can still surrender now. Once I attack, you won’t have the chance to surrender again.”
Zhang Ruochen was actually feeling speechless. He’d never thought that he would face the strongest Deity of the Blood God Sect.
He had no luck at all! But since he’d reached this step, there was no way he would surrender.
The Blood God Fairy was indeed a legendary figure, but with Zhang Ruochen’s accomplishments, even a young god might not beat him. In that case, what was there to fear?
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes were still determined. Extending his hand with the Seven Kill Boxing Glove, he made an inviting gesture. “Let’s fight! To be honest, I’ve always been curious about just how powerful a talent from before the middle ages was.”
Hearing his words, all the Monks grew more excited than how they’d been after learning the Blood Spirit Fae’s identity.
Huo Xin was surprised. A smirk immediately appeared on his face. “Gu Linfeng, are you that unwilling to give me the Deity position and you insist on dying?”
Even Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin shook their heads. They felt that Gu Linfeng really didn’t treasure his life. Even people as arrogant as them didn’t dare to fight with the Blood Spirit Fae. Once they did, they may very well die.
Sun Dadi also froze. When he processed everything, he roared, “Brother Gu, impulse is the devil! Calm down. You must calm down!”
The Saintess’ eyes lost all spirit. She sighed. “I thought you were someone who knew to bide one’s time. I didn’t think that you’d grow crazy for the Deity’s position. Who can survive after challenging the Blood Spirit Fae?”
Ji Shui bit her lip. Eyes cold, she muttered to herself, “He’s really too arrogant.”
Everyone thought that Gu Linfeng would die without a doubt after challenging the Blood Spirit Fae.
“Let’s guess how many strikes from the Blood Spirit Fae Gu Linfeng can take,” someone said gleefully.
“How many strikes? What kind of person is the Blood Spirit Fae? He’s a Supreme Saint from the middle ages. He could challenge the Blood God Patriarch. He can squash Gu Linfeng with a single finger like killing an ant.”
Zhang Ruochen stood up tall. He radiated with powerful confidence.
“Great! I didn’t think that the Blood God Sect would produce a junior like you. I’ll let you have a complete corpse.”
The Blood Spirit Fae waved his arm. There were instantly cracking sounds from within the Blood God Altar. A blood-red skeleton crawled out. It became one with the Blood Spirit Fae’s apparition.
He extended a finger. Dazzling silver light spread from his fingertip. The strong power waves spread out.
Below the altar, the Monks of the Blood God Sect looked up at the sixth level. They saw the beam of blinding silver light grow brighter. It was as if he was holding a star.
“As expected of someone who became a Supreme Saint in his youth. Even a simple attack can be so terrifying. Even a seventh level Half-Saint probably can’t take this hit, let alone a fourth level Half-Saint.”
The Blood Spirit Fae pointed forward. A beam of silver light descended toward Zhang Ruochen’s head like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
Many Monks started imagining Gu Linfeng’s body splitting into many parts and dissolving into a puff of smoke.
However, Zhang Ruochen went to meet it. He poured Holy Qi into his Seven Kill Boxing Glove. Dense runes appeared like spider webs. A powerful palm print was slapped forward, crashing against the Blood Spirit Fae’s finger.
Kaboom.
There was a deafening crash on the sixth level of the Blood God Altar. Gu Linfeng’s body didn’t split into many parts. He simply flew hundreds of feet backward. He quickly landed and steadied himself.
Even more shocking was that the Blood Spirit Fae had to take a step back to dissolve Gu Linfeng’s palm power.
Had Gu Linfeng really forced the Blood Spirit Fae to retreat? Many felt that this was unreal. If the Blood Spirit Fae was powerful enough to suppress Gu Linfeng, he definitely wouldn’t have retreated.
“Can Gu Linfeng really take a few hits?” The Saintess’ starry eyes were filled with shock. Her delicate frame trembled. Gu Linfeng’s image in her mind was transforming completely.
Gu Linfeng’s ability didn’t seem to be as weak as everyone had imagined. He was quite a monstrous figure.
