Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
A moment later, Wan Ji forced the Evil Death Qi down. He sealed it in his right arm so it couldn't enter his organs and Sea of Qi.
His right arm became extremely stiff and unable to move. However, the Holy Qi that radiated from him was still very strong. He walked towards Zhang Ruochen, smiling in anger. “Well, you're powerful, huh. I didn't even meet dangers like this in the Void World Battleground, but I almost died by your hand.”
Zhang Ruochen picked up his sword and stood up slowly. Chuckling, he said, “So what? I'm still defeated, aren't I?”
Wan Ji was obviously unhappy at seeing the smile on Zhang Ruochen's face. His cultivation far surpa.s.sed Zhang Ruochen, but he still couldn't dominate him.
Did Zhang Ruochen think that he was disabled because he couldn't use his right arm now? If this was true, he wondered if Zhang Ruochen was too overconfident.
With his cultivation, he could easily take care of Zhang Ruochen with one hand if he was careful and didn't make matters worse.
Han Qiu gripped his hands together tightly, feeling sorry for Zhang Ruochen. This had been the best chance. He'd only been a step away from killing that strong cultivator of the Ministry of War.
Unfortunately, he had reacted too quickly and actually survived. This way, Zhang Ruochen was at a disadvantage again. He was even…unable to fight back, because the other would definitely not make the same mistake again.
Outside Shentai City, an old woman with white hair stood at the top of a maple tree with a middle-aged man in a red robe. They looked toward Shentai City.
That middle-aged man seemed to be around 40 years old. His eyes were gentle, but he radiated with an authoritative aura. “He hasn't entered the Half-Saint Realm yet, but he can already fight Wan Ji like this. It's very rare. However, he's already used all his might. If we don't help, he might die in Wan Ji's hands.”
The old woman's gaze seemed extremely deep. “No hurry,” she rasped out. “That kid seems composed. He should have more trump cards.”
“More trump cards?” The man furrowed his brow. “Wan Ji is one of the generals of the Leopard Army. He's a feared figure even in the Ministry of War. Even if that kid has trump cards, can he turn the tides?”
“Keep watching, keep watching,” the old woman said, smiling.
There was an unconscious man lying at the feet of the old woman and middle-aged man. It was Cao Gu, one of Wan Ji's two powerful generals. There was also an Earth Martial Saint Light Cannon on the ground.
These two people were extremely powerful. They could defeat a Half-Saint so soundlessly. Even someone as strong as Wan Ji was clueless.
This really made people curious as to who they were.
Shentai City
Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and sighed. “Our cultivations are too far apart. I must surrender.”
“If you'd realized this earlier and surrendered, I wouldn't be determined to kill you. But sadly, it's too late to start regretting now.”
Wan Ji no longer disguised his murderous intent. His voice was icy when he spoke.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head. “I'm not regretting. I just have to use someone else's hand to take care of you, so that's a bit regretful. It would be great if I was already a Half-Saint.”
Hearing this, Wan Ji flinched. Just then, he saw a scroll fly out from between Zhang Ruochen's brows and hover in the air.
A black ghostly cloud surged from the scroll, emanating with an eerie Qi. A beautiful woman stood in the center of the ghostly cloud. Her long dress showed off an enticing figure.
However, her eyes were extremely frigid. Even Wan Ji trembled when he saw them.
“Ghost King.” Wan Ji widened his eyes. His face paled and even his legs started shaking.
Zhang Ruochen sighed. “I really wouldn't have invited her out unless I had no other choice.”
He was speaking the truth. Ghost King Bloodmoon was loyal to him, but he still didn't like having her solve all his problems. This way, he would lose the ability to react to danger.
However, his words grated in Wan Ji's ears.
Wan Ji thought that Zhang Ruochen was toying with him. Zhang Ruochen had a Ghost King by his side and was completely undefeatable, but he still pretended to try hard in fighting Wan Ji. This was obviously toying with him.
Ghost King Bloodmoon's expression was indifferent. “Zhang Ruochen, you want me to fight him? He's too weak.”
Wan Ji glanced at Ghost King Bloodmoon and his face reddened. “Zhang Ruochen, you're lucky. I'll let you go today. However, don't think that you'll be able to do whatever you wish just because you have a Ghost King protecting you.”
Wan Ji took out a saint decree and poured his Holy Qi into it.
Whoos.h.!.+ The saint decree's power enveloped Wan Ji. He transformed into a white beam of light and instantly shot out of Shentai City.
Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brow and stared at Ghost King Bloodmoon. “Why didn't you stop him?”
“I already showed up and scared him off,” Ghost King Bloodmoon said nonchalantly. “What else do you want me to do?”
Her expression said: fight me if you can. Zhang Ruochen was speechless.
It was clear that Zhang Ruochen had p.i.s.sed her off by using threats and lies to make her submit to him. Thankfully, they were useful to each other now, so they could maintain this strange relations.h.i.+p.
Unless Zhang Ruochen could surpa.s.s her cultivation, he would never be able to make her submit completely.
Ghost King Bloodmoon didn't dare to p.i.s.s Zhang Ruochen off too much though, so she added, “Plus, that man has a saint decree and possesses very powerful divine power. The speed that he had in that moment was faster than I am. Even if I did act, there would only be a 50% that I could stop him.”
People of different realms would naturally have different powers in their saint decrees.
Wan Ji's saint decree was written by a Saint more powerful than Ghost King Bloodmoon. If he wanted to escape, he could do so easily, even if Ghost King Bloodmoon tried to stop him.
But at that moment, Wan Ji's pained cry sounded outside Shentai City.
“What happened?”
Zhang Ruochen was quite shocked. Didn't Wan Ji escape? How come he was still nearby?
Ghost King Bloodmoon stared outside Shentai City's walls. Her expression darkened. “Someone stopped him.”
Whoosh, whoosh.
Ghost King Bloodmoon and Zhang Ruochen rushed out, one after the other. They quickly burst out of the city and came to a forest filled with fallen leaves.
At the moment, Wan Ji was actually kneeling on the ground. His entire body trembled and he stared at the white-haired woman standing in front of him with terrified eyes.
A broken saint decree was beside him.
Wan Ji kowtowed without stop. “I'm sorry,” he murmured. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offended. Please show mercy and forgive me this time… In the future…”
The old woman didn't even look at him. She just extended a finger and pointed, hitting the spot between Wan Ji's brows.
Pow!
There was an explosion. Wan Ji's body seemed to crack like porcelain and scattered on the ground as translucent shards.
Seeing this, Zhang Ruochen felt like he was suffocating.
What kind of person was this old woman? How did she scare Wan Ji so much that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed? Wan Ji hadn't been this scared when he'd seen Ghost King Bloodmoon.
The old woman's way of killing was strange and eerie too. The moment she killed Wan Ji, she'd also refined his corpse into crystal. The shards on the ground possessed Holy Qi and were similar to saint stones.
“The Vast Universe Gong. Are you from the Demonic Sect?” Zhang Ruochen's eyes were dark and serious.
The Vast Universe Gong was one of the Demonic Sect's top techniques. If one cultivated it to the highest state, one could turn everything in the world into crystal. Once a living organism was crystallized, it would die.
Ghost King Bloodmoon stood beside Zhang Ruochen. She stared at the old woman and middle-aged man with cold and sharp eyes. The old woman was especially impossible to see through and a.n.a.lyze. She was definitely a dangerous figure.
The old woman picked up the crystal pieces and studied Zhang Ruochen. Nodding, she rasped out, “You know about the Vast Universe Gong. It must be Xingling who told you.”
The old woman seemed ancient. Every strand of her hair seemed to be a white crystal while her eyes were like two black holes. They sucked in all the light and heat around her.
Mu Lingxi and Han Qiu had rushed out of the city and hurried over.
When Mu Lingxi saw the old woman and middle-aged man, her delicate frame trembled. She quickly lowered her head and walked over cautiously.
She bowed to the two, saying, “Greetings, Master. Greetings…Father.”
The middle-aged man was Yun Zheng, Mu Lingxi's father. When Yun Zheng's eyes fell upon Mu Lingxi, his expression became extremely strict. “Kneel.”
Mu Lingxi bit her lip and stubbornness colored her eyes. She didn't even raise her head to look at the middle-aged man. “I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I kneel?”
Right now, Mu Lingxi was completely different from her usual cheery disposition. Zhang Ruochen guessed that Mu Lingxi's relations.h.i.+p with her father wasn't that great.
Yun Zheng huffed coldly. “You think you didn't do anything wrong? What did you do at the Heir Banquet? The Deity personally wrote to me to teach you how to behave.”
Mu Lingxi's eyes were sharp. “If he's so powerful, then he should report directly to the Demonic Night Palace and let the Demonic Night Palace Emissary judge me.”
“The Deity didn't report you to preserve the Mu Family's dignity. Don't you know what's good for yourself?”
Yun Zheng glared with wide eyes, his entire body shaking with anger. He raised a hand to slap Mu Lingxi.
Author's note: Mu Lingxi doesn't have the same surname as her father. This isn't a mistake. I'll explain later.
