Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen's last move had reached the state of Sword Three.
The power of Sword Three, which was displayed by a saint, was surely very different from the rest.
Mr. Nie threw the Saint Meditation Cane upwards, and the wood-elemental power gushed out from it to become a blurring shadow of a towering old tree.
Clank.
It was the shadow of the Saint Thousand-Years Meditation Tree, shaking the s.p.a.ce slightly with the power of life, tenacity and destruction. Ripples were seen.
That's right.
The s.p.a.ce was shaking.
The power of a saint was strong enough to break the Rules of the Heaven and the Earth, which naturally could affect the stability of the s.p.a.ce.
When the power of a saint was strong enough, he might even be able to shatter the s.p.a.ce.
The reason why Mr. Nie had used his whole strength to ripple the s.p.a.ce was that he wanted to suppress Zhang Ruochen's power of s.p.a.ce.
Once the s.p.a.ce was disturbed, even the Time and s.p.a.ce Descendant would find it hard to control the power of s.p.a.ce, and could even be hurt by it.
Boom. The Saint Meditation Cane hit hard on the Abyss Ancient Sword.
The blurring shadow of the towering saint tree shattered all of the sword Qi. Both Mr. Nie and Zhang Ruochen retreated several kilometers away simultaneously.
Mr. Nie rubbed his beard and laughed. "Zhang Ruochen, I have suppressed your power of s.p.a.ce. What can you do now? Young man, you have no idea of the real power of a saint."
Zoom.
Mr. Nie grabbed and wielded his Saint Meditation Cane. The giant blurring shadow of the saint tree swayed with it, slightly shaking the s.p.a.ce within several kilometers again.
The giant blurring shadow of the saint tree brought about a deafening sound of wind and thunder. And it pressed down to cover Zhang Ruochen up like a green divine cloud.
The Saint Meditation Cane was a treasure on the Hundred-pattern Saint Weapon List. Its power could compare with a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon. Such a powerful weapon used by a saint could erase everything in an expansion of several kilometers.
Yao Ji looked at Zhang Ruochen with concern. The cultivation of Mr. Nie was beyond her expectations.
"Zhang Ruochen, hang in there. As long as I can suppress the four Saint Battle Skeleton Kings, we will still win."
Yao Ji accelerated her attack. She used a Saint Spell on a Saint Battle Skeleton King and pushed it into the earth. As most of its bones melted, it could no longer fight.
The four Saint Battle Skeleton Kings were all puppets made of saints' corpses, which could be controlled by rune scrolls and inscriptions.
Although they only had 10% to 50% the strength of a real saint, they were troublesome. Ordinary attacks could not destroy them.
Now, Yao Ji was impatient. If Zhang Ruochen failed to defend himself from Mr. Nie's attack, and was killed first, she would be put in great danger.
Zhang Ruochen appeared to be calm, facing the attack of the saint tree's blurring shadow. He used his Eye of the Deity Print to find several spots where the s.p.a.ce shook the least.
With a flash, Zhang Ruochen used the Spatial Move to move seven times in a row. Each time he had landed on a spot where the s.p.a.ce shook the least.
When he moved for the sixth time, he crossed the blurring shadow of the saint tree to appear on the top of Mr. Nie's head.
When he moved for the seventh time, he entered the Saint Soul Territory of Mr. Nie. With a fizz, he stabbed his heart.
The bright red saint blood gushed out from Mr. Nie's heart with the burning flame.
Zhang Ruochen stared at Mr. Nie's old face closely, and said in a low voice, "You have no idea the real strength of the Time and s.p.a.ce Descendant, either."
"You…did not…lose your mind…"
Mr. Nie enlarged his pupils and finally came to the realization that Zhang Ruochen had never been controlled by Yao Ji. He was awake the whole time.
Mr. Nie had warned himself that he would not make the same mistake made by the two saints of the Demonic Sect. He would not underestimate Zhang Ruochen.
But now he realized that he had.
Mr. Nie shouldn't blame himself, since anyone else would have made the same mistake.
Although Zhang Ruochen would not look down on his opponents, he would also have different mind states fighting a Ninth Level Half-Saint from fighting a First Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm monk.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed a dangerous strand of Qi gus.h.i.+ng from Mr. Nie.
"Is he going to implode his Saintly Source?"
Zhang Ruochen's whole body broke out with gooseb.u.mps. He pulled the Abyss Ancient Sword back.
If Mr. Nie did implode his Saintly Source, the area of dozens of kilometers around would be totally destroyed.
Zhang Ruochen didn't need to escape. There would be no time for him to open the Scroll World, not to mention to run away. He had no chance of survival.
But Mr. Nie obviously didn't have the courage to implode his Saintly Source. He just concealed the meridian to his heart and made a handprint to throw Zhang Ruochen back for hundreds of meters.
Then Mr. Nie flew backwards. He used a secret escaping spell and flew away at a speed five times as fast as his original one. Within a blink, he had disappeared from the horizon.
Zhang Ruochen pressed his splitting and pained chest. A little blood came out from his mouth. "The life of a saint is really strong. I have crushed his heart, and yet he lives. I have to keep this in mind, otherwise it will be dangerous for me."
And the escaping spell surprised Zhang Ruochen as well. The speed must have become several times faster than before. Even a person with ten times his cultivation would fail to catch up with him.
Such a secret escaping spell would surely cost greatly. He wouldn't have used it unless it was necessary.
It's really hard to kill a saint, Zhang Ruochen said to himself.
Saints were strong living creatures. Even if their heads were chopped off, they might still survive. And most saints were also masters of escaping spells. Even if they couldn't defeat their rivals, they would still be able to run for their lives.
More importantly, saints could threaten to implode their own Saintly Sources. If the saints weren't killed with one strike, their opponents would fear that they had to die together.
It was lucky of Zhang Ruochen to have killed two saints of the Demonic Sect. With such a record, he would be valued by all saints in the world.
As Mr. Nie escaped with the severe wound, the other two Saint Battle Skeleton Kings, other than the two which had been disposed of by Yao Ji, retreated as well. They rushed into the woods with deadly Qi.
Yao Ji didn't chase them, but stared at the young man who was holding a sword with admiration. The more she looked at him, the handsomer he became, and the less she wanted to kill him.
If such a powerful talent could listen to her words, Tianluo Sect would have become one of the most influential sects in Tiantai State in less than 100 years.
Why not make him her man?
But it was all imagination. Yao Ji didn't think that she was able to control Zhang Ruochen forever.
"Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen! I do like you more and more. I hate it that I have to kill you. But you are a rare talent. I'm afraid I can't control you in the future. You don't look like a man who doesn't hurt women. If you killed me in the future, whom would I complain to?"
A soft finger of Yao Ji rubbed Zhang Ruochen's jaw gently. Her eyes gradually turned red. She stopped smiling and put on a cold face.
She pinched her hand into a claw to cause a whirlpool of Qi, and was going to grab Zhang Ruochen's heart.
Zoom.
All of a sudden, the still Zhang Ruochen stabbed her before she could reach him.
The Ancient Abyss Sword was sharp enough to have penetrated the palm of Yao Ji.
"Since you know that I'm a man who hurts woman, you should have left me alone."
Zhang Ruochen moved his finger, and the Ancient Abyss Sword rotated quickly with it. It gave out black blades and chopped up Yao Ji's right arm.
"You weren't controlled by my enchantment!"
Shock appeared on Yao Ji's beautiful face. She activated her escaping spell immediately to become a strand of dim purple light, wanting to run away.
"Wanna run away?" Zhang Ruochen shouted.
"Four Changes of Scale One."
The burst of the Scales Sword Technique slowed down the speed of time in the surrounding s.p.a.ce.
But the speed of Zhang Ruochen's sword move went up. With a long and blinding Qi of blade, it chopped Yao Ji who was flying in midair.
Fizz.
Saint blood fell from the sky.
Yao Ji moaned. Three snow-white fox tails fell as well.
"Zhang Ruochen, you cut off three of my tails today. I will make you pay more in the future!" The voice of Yao Ji was heard from hundreds of kilometers away.
"The escaping speed is quick."
Zhang Ruochen didn't reply to her. He used his moves to arrive at the top of the snow mountain. Then he carried the stone beauty, who was in the Shooting Star Invisible Cloak, on his back and rushed away.
Closer to the two hours' due, Zhang Ruochen felt clearly that his power was gradually fading away.
He must run away immediately to somewhere safe.
Zhang Ruochen believed that, with his last fight and inflicting heavy losses on Mr. Nie and Yao Ji, the saint of the Evil Way in the Black Market wouldn't dare to catch up with him in a short time.
Yao Ji stood at the side of a stream with no tails. Her bottom was full of blood. As a powerful saint, and the Sect Founder, she felt somewhat pathetic and ashamed.
She looked at the way where Zhang Ruochen gone. Anger appeared on her pretty face. "What a hateful person! One day I will eat your heart."
Then she stuck her tongue out to lick her crystal-clear and red lips.
Then Yao Ji sniffed the smell of blood. Her pretty face lost color. She looked up to the sky and found it had become totally b.l.o.o.d.y red.
Vast blood clouds flew over the sky. The scary Qi made her shudder.
They were after Zhang Ruochen.
"It's the Blood King of the Immortal Vampires. No, there is more than one."
Yao Ji took out an Invisible Bead to conceal herself. After the blood clouds went by, she walked out again and sighed, "The Blood Kings must have come for the Taotian Sword. I'm afraid Zhang Ruochen won't survive today."
