Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
âActivate Heavenly Eyes.â
A glowing vertical eye opened up on Zhang Ruochenâs forehead. It looked around, peering through the hallucination.
In his vision, everything was misty. He still couldnât see Zhu Qingyi or Ying Huo and could only sense their existence vaguely.
âYour Spiritual Power is still far from mine. Even using the Heavenly Eyes isnât very effective.â Ying Huoâs laugh sounded in the void. It seemed to have come from the nine heavens and it was impossible to pinpoint her location.
Ying Huo had defeated countless prides to become the Saintess of the Immortal Pavilion. She had abilities and tactics that matched her status. She was mysterious and difficult to defend against.
âZhang Ruochen, today is the day you die.â
Zhu Qingyiâs voice sounded. It carried strong hatred.
The next moment, swords whistled from 16 directions in the heavens and underground. They attacked Zhang Ruochen all at once. Being in the hallucination, Zhang Ruochen couldnât tell which direction the real attack was coming from.
Zhang Ruochen didnât panic. While studying the hallucination, he activated the time sword technique, forming a ten-foot-wide special zone. This special zone was a combination of a time and sword technique territory. In this territory, time flowed extremely slowly.
Whoosh, whoosh.
He instantly performed 16 sword moves. As if 16 people, he resolved the attacks from the 16 directions and discovered Zhu Qingyiâs true body.
This time, he chased forward and attacked proactively in case Zhu Qingyi used the hallucination to disappear again.
âWhat kind of sword technique is this? How come time slowed down?â
Zhu Qingyi was very shocked. She blocked while retreating, leaving many beautiful apparitions in the air.
âNoon Sword.â
Zhang Ruochen became one with the Abyss Ancient Sword. Like the blazing sun at noon, he shone brilliantly.
Zhu Qingyi couldnât open her eyes. Her eyes only blinked slightly and the next moment, the Abyss Ancient Sword had stabbed into her collarbone. She was forced to keep retreating.
âSuch a fast sword. It actually contains the power of time...â
Zhu Qingyi reached out and grabbed the Abyss Ancient Swordâs blade. At the same time, she retreated quickly. Saintly blood kept flowing out of her collarbone.
The two had a deep hatred for each other and wouldnât stop until one was dead. If Zhang Ruochen couldnât kill her today, there would be endless trouble.
Seeing that Zhu Qingyi was about to die under Zhang Ruochenâs sword, Ying Huo acted again. A giant formed by the Xuan Yin Wind appeared beside Zhang Ruochen and it slapped downward.
Zhang Ruochen knew it was just a hallucination, but he still had to block it with his sword. What if it wasnât a hallucination? He couldnât gamble with his life.
Zhang Ruochen hacked down and the giant scattered into shreds of wind.
âIt really is a hallucination.â
When Zhang Ruochen looked back, Zhu Qingyi was nowhere to be seen. Only red blood remained on the ground.
âYou really think I canât break your hallucination?â
Huffing coldly, Zhang Ruochen raised his right leg and stomped down. Dozens of balls of Jingmie Divine Fire flew out of his body. They rushed in all directions, hovering in the air like divine lanterns.
Jingmie Divine Fire could burn everything in the world. Naturally, it could illuminate the hallucination too.
Sizzle, sizzle.
The hallucination gradually dispersed. The true battlefield appeared before Zhang Ruochenâs eyes.
Ying Huo and Zhu Qingyi stood side by side, not very far from Zhang Ruochen. Ying Huo seemed a bit pale. The hallucination had been broken, which caused certain damage to her Spiritual Power.
The wound on Zhu Qingyiâs collarbone was slowly healing. Looking at the hovering flames, her expression turned to one of fear. âJingmie Divine Fire, the legendary Jingmie Divine Fire. You can actually control this type of fire...â
Not too long ago, Zhu Qingyi had thought Zhang Ruochen was a minor character. She could beat him until he was helpless. Only a short while had passed and Zhang Ruochen had become a huge enemy that was difficult to defeat.
Zhang Ruochen controlled the Jingmie Divine Fire hovering in the air, turning it into a wave of fire. It flooded toward Zhu Qingyi and Ying Huo.
No one dared to touch the fire directly. They obviously didnât either. Zhu Qingyi sent out the saint sword, activating the runes and Destruction of the Thousand Patterns. She wanted to scatter the Jingmie Divine Fire.
Unfortunately, the saint sword was melted by the Jingmie Divine Fire, turning into drops of metallic water.
âHow is this possible? Not even a Thousand-pattern Saint Sword can stop it?â
Zhu Qingyiâs expression grew very uncomfortable, thinking that Zhang Ruochen could even save himself from a True Saint with this fire and the time sword technique.
Ying Huo waved her sleeve. The Thousand Beast Treasure Mirror flew out.
The mirror was the shape of a badge. In the air, it kept growing in size. Finally, it transformed into a dozen-meter-tall shield. It stood before them and crashed toward Zhang Ruochen.
Not only did they have to defend, they also had to attack.
The Thousand Beast Treasure Mirror burned red-hot in the Jingmie Divine Fire. Densely-packed shadows of thousands of beasts appeared on its surface.
âBrother Chen, careful! Behind you!â Huang Yanchen called from the distance.
Blood Saint Miefeng had collected his aura and snuck behind Zhang Ruochen. While Zhang Ruochen was using all his might to attack Ying Huo and Zhu Qingyi, heâd released a saint spell-level fist print.
This attack used his full strength and had boundless power. Even if it couldnât kill Zhang Ruochen, it would also make him unable to fight.
âKilling the Time and Space Descendant is enough to make me famous, haha!â Blood Saint Miefeng laughed loudly.
Zhang Ruochen had discovered Blood Saint Miefengâs aura long ago. He just pretended he didnât notice so he could lure Blood Saint Miefeng in.
Seeing him attack, Zhang Ruochenâs lips curved up. Various beams of blue fire wove together behind him, forming a ball of Jingmie Divine Fire.
Boom.
Blood Saint Miefengâs fist crashed against the Jingmie Divine Fire. The flames exploded into various sparks that shot onto his body. Every small meteorite that flew by would leave a finger-sized hole in Blood Saint Miefeng.
Instantly, his body turned porous like a sieve.
âAh!â
Before Blood Saint Miefeng could stop laughing, it had already turned into pained cries.
The space trembled. Zhang Ruochen appeared diagonally above Blood Saint Miefeng. His eyes were cold. He attacked with the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm and slammed down on Blood Saint Miefengâs head.
His fight with Zhu Qingyi and Ying Huo was due to racial survival. They had to fight and kill each other. It was different with Blood Saint Miefeng though. Heâd murdered Huang Yanchenâs entire clan. Zhang Ruochen held immense hatred toward him.
Crack.
Blood Saint Miefengâs skull and spine were both shattered by Zhang Ruochen. He sprawled on the ground, shuddering and convulsing, but he didnât die.
The Holy Carnivorous Flowerâs roots snaked over. They penetrated Blood Saint Miefengâs skin and took root inside his body. The flower started absorbing nutrients.
Slowly, Blood Saint Miefeng couldnât move anymore. His body gradually withered and he lost all vitality.
Zhang Ruochen gazed around the battlefield and saw that the humans had the upper hand. Princess White Li used the sarira to repress Qiong Qi. Martial Saint Canglan was forcing Ying Huo and the Death God Knight back. The latter two were heavily injured. They could only flee while defending themselves.
Whoosh!
Zhang Ruochen used the Great Spatial Move and caught up to Zhu Qingyi. Standing before her, he said, âYou canât escape today.â
Zhu Qingyi stopped. âDo you have the guts to fight fairly against me without using the Jingmie Divine Fire and power of time?â
âDo you want me to tie my hands up too?â Zhang Ruochen asked.
The Jingmie Divine Fire and power of time were Zhang Ruochenâs unique trump cards. They were naturally part of his strength too. He couldnât find a reason why he shouldnât use them.
Zhu Qingyi had seen how powerful the time sword technique and Jingmie Divine Fire were. If Zhang Ruochen really used them at full force, she wouldnât even have a 20% chance of winning.
Boom.
Zhu Qingyi didnât attack. She just left directly. Her body split apart into more than 30 beams of black light. They flew in 30 different directions.
âI already said that you canât escape today. Why donât you believe me?â
Zhang Ruochen shook his head. Activating all his Holy Qi, he reached forward. He released his Holy Qi and Spiritual Power, causing the space to be greatly distorted.
The black light that was trying to escape all changed direction and flew toward Zhang Ruochen. Then he took out a saint-level Blood Repression Rune. He pressed forward and the rune exploded.
After the Blood Repression Rune exploded, it formed white light that enveloped the 30 beams of black light. It formed various chains. Inside the chain, Zhu Qingyiâs body reformed. She fell onto the floor, unable to fight back.
Zhang Ruochen lifted the Abyss Ancient Sword and pointed it at Zhu Qingyiâs forehead. âEverything must come to an end.â
In the distance, Situ Fengcheng was busy fighting with Qing Xiao. Sensing that Zhu Qingyi was about to die, he roared, âZhang Ruochen, how dareââ
Poof.
The Abyss Ancient Sword stabbed forward, penetrating Zhu Qingyiâs forehead. Her Sea of Qi and saintly soul were shattered. Sheâd died completely.
âSenior Brother...â
Zhu Qingyiâs last bit of saintly intent caused her to utter those two words. It was like a farewell, as if she wanted to say something. Unfortunately, it all became soundless.
Zhang Ruochen picked the Abyss Ancient Sword back up. He had no change in emotion.
In a fight for survival between races, either one died or the other did. There was no right or wrong. Since they were on opposite sides, only one could live, while the other died.
If you didnât want to die, yourself, then you had to kill the other.
Boom.
Qing Xiaoâs fist hit Situ Fengchengâs chest, making him spit out blood and fly dozens of miles back. He crashed onto the ground. His armor was covered in cracks.
âYou dare to get distracted when fighting against me?â
Qing Xiao watched Situ Fengcheng walk out of the rubble. He didnât have any joy. Instead, his eyes were troubled. He knew that his previous punch had heavily injured Situ Fengcheng.
It would be difficult for Situ Fengcheng to leave alive. It also wouldnât be easy to find another opponent like him again.
He was a rare opponent, but Qing Xiao had only defeated him when he was distracted. This kind of victory wasnât enough to be happy about.
Blood kept flowing out of Situ Fengcheng. He left a bloody footprint with each step and didnât stop walking until he got to Zhu Qingyiâs corpse. He extended a bloody hand and gently caressed her face.
âI didnât protect you well. Itâs all my fault.â