Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
As expected of the disciple of a G.o.d. This man's combat ability is stronger than any of my opponents.
Zhang Ruochen had used 30 percent of his power in the previous attack. He could usually wipe out any opponent in the same realm. However, he'd lost in the previous confrontation.
It was evident how powerful the Blood Spirit Fae was. Probably not even the nine Heirs trained by Chi Yao could be his match in the same realm.
The Blood Spirit Fae was a bit shocked too. Staring at the man before him, he said, “I've met a few Deity candidates through the years, but you're the only one who could block my hit.”
“Really? Then take a hit from me too!”
Zhang Ruochen raised his arm slowly. The seven pieces of jade embedded in the Seven Kill Boxing Glove shone with seven types of light. This time, Zhang Ruochen prepared to use 40 percent of his power.
Ripples of power surged from the glove and spread out. They formed lights of red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue, and purple like a rainbow of hundreds of feet wide.
He slapped forward.
Boom.
A sound like a huge bell burst forth. It shot toward the Blood Spirit Fae with overflowing power. The Blood Spirit Fae could sense clearly that this attack was extremely shocking. It created a threat to him.
“Continuous Mountain Print.”
The Blood Spirit Fae formed a print with his hands and produced countless hand apparitions. At the same time, a print technique was consolidated. He hit it forward and it clashed with Zhang Ruochen's palm attack.
The two forces collided fiercely. Even the Blood G.o.d Altar shook slightly. Immediately afterward, the two flew out at the same time. They fell on the bone wall of the altar, shattering a ma.s.s of the bones.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Spirit Fae rushed out like bolts of lightning and collided again. They kept attacking with palm and print techniques.
In an instant, they'd both attacked dozens of times. Each strike was incredible and contained boundless power, enough to move mountains and seas.
The Monks below the Blood G.o.d Altar had long become dumbfounded. Their jaws were about to drop to the ground. No one had thought that Gu Linfeng's combat ability could be horrifying enough to exchange blows with the young Blood Spirit Fae.
“How can he be so powerful?”
Blue Night, 13th disciple of Discipline King Haiming, stared at Ji Shui for the answer. Ji Shui had been with Gu Linfeng for the past month. If Gu Linfeng had secretly learned some shocking technique, he wouldn't have been able to hide it from her.
However, Ji Shui was also confused. Was this still the Gu Linfeng that had always teased her?
No… It couldn't be.
This man's combat ability and potential were no weaker than the Blood Spirit Fae. He was even wilder than the genius from 1,000 years ago. How could he be a l.u.s.tful guy? He must have pretended to be like that before to fool everyone.
Huo Xin's eyes were dazed. He kept muttering, “Impossible, impossible… How can he be so powerful?”
With the situation now, Huo Xin couldn't become the Deity even if Gu Linfeng lost to the Blood Spirit Fae. No one would submit to him.
Only Gu Linfeng is qualified to become the Deity. Countless disciples of the Blood G.o.d Sect thought like this.
The Blood G.o.d Sect was a place where the strong were respected. It was clear that Gu Linfeng's abilities had won everyone over. Even the supporters of Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin now wors.h.i.+pped Gu Linfeng. They bubbled with excitement when watching him fight with the Blood Spirit Fae.
Among the ones who'd supported Hai Lingyin was a charming and beautiful girl with a dark aura. Her name was Ning Xi and was known as the s.e.xiest creature of the Blood G.o.d Sect. She was also the dream G.o.ddess of many Monks.
Right now, she gazed at the sixth level of the Blood G.o.d Altar with blazing eyes. “Gu Linfeng must become the Deity. Only he can represent the younger generation of the Blood G.o.d Sect. From now on, anyone who reports the Deity's name outside will make the enemies s.h.i.+ver in fear.”
No one had seen Ning Xi wors.h.i.+p someone like this. She hadn't even wors.h.i.+pped Hai Lingyin like this.
The Saints at the top of the Blood G.o.d Altar exchanged awkward glances. Even with a Saint's mindset, they still couldn't keep calm when watching the battle between Gu Linfeng and the Blood Spirit Fae.
Discipline King Tianji, first of the four Discipline Kings, glanced at Discipline King Haiming. He sighed. “Amazing, so amazing. In my long life, I can live to see such a powerful youth in the sect. I am very content.”
“Discipline King Haiming has taught well and created a successful hero for the Blood G.o.d Sect. This is the accomplishment of the century.”
“This man's potential and talent aren't any weaker than the nine Heirs. Once he matures, he will definitely bolster the Blood G.o.d Sect.”
The various important Saints of the Blood G.o.d Sect used all their might to praise Gu Linfeng and Discipline King Haiming. Of course, some others kept silent, eyes flas.h.i.+ng. They seemed to be thinking about something.
Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Spirit Fae fought for four hours without determining a victor. Their battle grew more intense.
After a fierce clash, the Blood Spirit Fae retreated, putting distance between them. “I must admit that you're truly strong. Even in the middle ages, you'd be one of the top figures.”
“What?” Zhang Ruochen asked. “Are you surrendering?”
“Surrender?” The Blood Spirit Fae chuckled with disdain. “From now on, I'm going to use my true power. I'd like to see if you can take it.”
Dozens of silver lightning bolts streaked through the Blood Spirit Fae, crackling. Then four silver wings sprouted out of his back. He doubled in height.
His power has increased at least 30 or 40 percent. Zhang Ruochen could feel that the Blood Spirit Fae grew more powerful.
Whoosh.
The Blood Spirit Fae transformed into a streak of silver. He instantly appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head and hacked down with his hand as a knife.
Zhang Ruochen activated even stronger power and blocked upward. With a boom, more than half of his body sank into the shattered bones. However, he'd still blocked the Blood Spirit Fae's blow.
The Blood Spirit Fae didn't hesitate. He attacked again, striking Zhang Ruochen's neck. This time, Zhang Ruochen shot up first. Dodging the Blood Spirit Fae's hand knife, he flew hundreds of feet into the sky.
“Seven-Aperture Blood Palm.”
The six apertures on Zhang Ruochen's palm opened up. He absorbed the Blood Qi of the altar into his palm. A moment later, a huge b.l.o.o.d.y dragon appeared on his arm.
“Is this…a saint spell?”
The Blood Spirit Fae overlapped his hands and his skin turned silver. It seemed as if his body was made out of silver and shone with nine layers of silver saintly light.
“Blood G.o.d Five-Finger Print.”
The Blood Spirit Fae extended his right hand. His arm continued growing longer and thicker. It quickly swelled to ten times its original size.
The Blood G.o.d Five-Finger Print was a saint spell of the Blood G.o.d Sect. Apparently, if cultivated to the extreme, one could pick the stars out of the sky by extending a hand.
The Blood Spirit Fae had already completed this spell as a fourth level Half-Saint. It was an extraordinary accomplishment. Other Monks would feel despair when faced with this. However, Gu Linfeng wasn't weak. He'd actually cultivated the sixth aperture to the Seven-Aperture Blood Palm. His palm technique clearly also had the power of a saint spell.
The two saint spells clashed. All Blood G.o.d Sect disciples held their breaths. All their muscles were shaking as they were nervous to the extreme.
In a fight between the Blood G.o.d Five-Finger Print and Seven-Aperture Blood Palm, who would win?
Crack.
A huge cracking sound traveled from the sixth level of the Blood G.o.d Sect. It was like thunder and lightning. Some of the weaker disciples felt their eardrums hurting.
When the Blood Qi scattered, one could see that Gu Linfeng stood at the edge of the altar like a pine tree. He was still as composed as before. However the fourth level Half-Saint skeleton that the Blood Spirit Fae had summoned was now shattered into a pile of loose bones.
The Blood Spirit Fae's apparition stood in the sky. “If my flesh body was still here, I wouldn't have lost.”
“Since you're not satisfied with losing, let's continue,” Zhang Ruochen said.
“No need! Your combat ability is qualified for becoming the Deity.” With that, the apparition dissipated and scattered as b.l.o.o.d.y fog.
Zhang Ruochen gradually pulled his Qi away and looked as plain as ever.
I had to use half of my power to defeat the Blood Spirit Fae, Zhang Ruochen thought. My worldview wasn't wide enough before.
The Blood Spirit Fae was indeed very strong, but there must have been someone stronger in the middle ages.
There were always stronger people in the world.
It was possible that there were some monstrously powerful figures from the middle ages who could compete with Zhang Ruochen in the same realm.
Each of Chi Yao's nine Heirs received a shocking amount of cultivation resources. They might even be able to use ancient spiritual medicines.
The nine Heirs today might be able to compete with the Blood Spirit Fae already. In the same plane, Zhang Ruochen naturally wouldn't fear them. However, if he was one or two realms below them, he might not be able to win.
My biggest trump card is the power of time and s.p.a.ce. If I used it, I wouldn't have needed to use half of my power to defeat the Blood Spirit Fae.
Zhang Ruochen was confident in himself.
Just then, the palace lord of the Heaven Heavenly Palace sounded from the top of the altar. “The Deity battle is over.”
He reached out with a sweep of his sleeve and sent down a blood-red river of Holy Qi. The river dropped down, wrapping around Zhang Ruochen. It swept him up to the top of the nine-leveled altar.
Below the altar.
The Monks of the Blood G.o.d Sect woke up from their shock. They gazed at the ascending Gu Linfeng with excitement, eagerness and wors.h.i.+p.
