God Emperor-Chapter 1179 - Huge Battle in Son King Palace

Chapter 1179: Huge Battle in Son King Palace

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Few martial arts saints could refine their mind power to over level fifty.

Although Zhang Ruochen’s martial arts level was nothing compared to that of Discipline King Diyuan, his mind power was way stronger than that of Discipline King Diyuan.

Zhang Ruochen sneaked into Son King Palace and came to right outside Nine Dragon Lock Sky Formation.

Discipline King Fayuan was sitting at the center of the formation. His neck, arms, feet and waist were all entwined by a dragon-shaped chain. Normal saints wouldn’t even be able to move their bodies.

As for Discipline King Diyuan, there was forceful Holy Qi gushing out of his body, permeating the entire Son King Palace with white mist.

Twelve human phantoms stood in the holy Qi white mist, standing in twelve directions around Discipline King Diyuan.

They looked like twelve guarding angels.

No wonder he’s a discipline king. He can show twelve holy Qi dividing selves even after being trapped here, Zhang Ruochen thought.

The twelve human-shaped phantoms were only dividing selves condensed by holy Qi and saintly ways, yet they were still immensely powerful, much more so than ordinary mid-class saints. Zhang Ruochen found it very difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, this wasn’t a problem for him.

As long as he could kill Discipline King Diyuan, those twelve holy Qi dividing selves would also disappear.

Zhang Ruochen tried to suppress the aggressiveness in his body. He was very intense and concentrative. He performed spatial move and vanished.

Shua!

At the next moment, Zhang Ruochen stepped into Nine Dragon Lock Sky Formation and showed up above Discipline King Diyuan. He pointed down and slashed the space.

The five senses of Discipline King Diyuan were very acute. Just as Zhang Ruochen performed spatial movement, he opened his eyes, where light was shot out.

Hua La La.

Discipline King Diyuan dragged its nine dragon-shaped chains and moved to the right, trying to dodge the space crack that was falling toward him.

The reactions of Discipline King Diyuan was extremely fast. Monks who had lower cultivation wouldn’t manage to ambush him. Even though Zhang Ruochen attacked him where he was close to him, he still didn’t hit the vital organ of Discipline King Diyuan.

Pu Chi.

The space crack cut the right arm of Discipline King Diyuan, cutting off his arm and a dragon-shaped chain.

Although Zhang Ruochen managed to cut off one of his arms, he didn’t severely injure him.

Discipline King Diyuan could kill Zhang Ruochen within the blink of an eye with only one arm.

Zhang Ruochen was fully prepared before coming here, and he had some follow-up techniques.

The first hit couldn’t kill Discipline King Diyuan, so Zhang Ruochen immediately made a second attack.

He slightly bent his fingers and scratched forward, tearing five space cracks, hitting toward Discipline King Diyuan at the same time.

Discipline King Diyuan had no problem resisting normal martial arts and saint weapons.

However, even he had to try to dodge techniques like space cracks.

The previous space crack cut off one of the dragon-shaped chain binding Discipline King Diyuan, and now, there were still eight of them, so Discipline King Diyuan didn’t have much space to move his body.

Pu Chi.

Discipline King Diyuan managed to dodge three space cracks, but two still hit him.

One of them cut his waist, tearing down a large piece of his flesh, and it almost cut him in half. Some of his organs were swallowed by the space crack.

The other one cut off the right arm of Discipline King Diyuan and another dragon-shaped chain.

Discipline King Diyuan looked miserable. He had lost both of his arms, with lots of saint blood gushing out of his body, tainting the ground red.

Who could imagine that a prominent discipline king like him was so severely injured?

Zhang Ruochen wanted to strike him again, seeing Discipline King Diyuan still alive.

The third strike wasn’t as smooth as the first two strikes, so Discipline King Diyuan had enough time to prepare for that. He roared, “Are you looking for death, brat?”

Discipline King Diyuan trampled the ground. Hong Long! The entire Son King Palace fiercely shook.

Zhang Ruochen sensed that waves that were tens of thousands of feet tall rushed toward him. Just as he prepared to use spatial move to dodge it, his chest was hit by a great force, which knocked him away.

Peng!

Zhang Ruochen hit the wall of Son King Palace. Engraving formation emerged, which knocked him toward the Nine Dragon Lock Sky Formation.

“Die!”

Discipline King Diyuan looked at Zhang Ruochen flying toward him. He roared and exhaled sound waves, which condensed into an army shape. Those soldiers were wearing iron armor and holding swords, rushing toward Zhang Ruochen.

The sound waves from a discipline king couldn’t be warded off by Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was about to clash with the army formed by the sound waves. In the next moment, his body disappeared. He performed spatial move and stepped out of Son King Palace.

Wa!

Zhang Ruochen spit out blood as he was severely injured. If he were just an ordinary lower-class saint, he would’ve been killed already.

Suddenly, twelve Holy Qi dividing bodies rushed out of Son King Palace and encircled Zhang Ruochen.

“Your turn!”

Without any hesitation, Zhang Ruochen took out Universe Spiritual Map, slapped forward and opened a space door.

Hua!

A cluster of black ghost Qi gushed out of the space door, and then, it rushed toward Son King Palace.

The ghost Qi crushed all the twelve holy Qi dividing bodies immediately.

Ghost Qi entered Son King Palace, turning into a slightly-built shadow, attacking Discipline King Diyuan.

Hong Long Long.

A war erupted in Son King Palace.

If it wasn’t for the defense formation in Son King Palace, it would’ve collapsed.

Discipline King Diyuan and Discipline Haiming both entered heavenly pass realm, however, he has lost his arms and was suppressed by the dragon-shaped chains. He was no match of Ghost King Bloodmoon, Zhang Ruochen thought.

‘Heavenly Pass realm’ was a level among the saints.

There were eight levels of saints: lower-class saints, mid-class saints, upper-class saints, Mysterious Yellow realm, Absolute Ground realm, Heavenly pass realm, true realm, and supreme realm.

The first three levels, lower-class, mid-class and upper-class were basic levels. Most of the saints could advance there if they put in enough effort.

The three levels following that, Mysterious Yellow realm, Absolute Ground realm and Heavenly pass realm corresponded to the four levels, Sky, Land, Mysterious and Yellow during the early period of martial arts. One needed to fully comprehend the connection between the two levels to make a breakthrough.

As for the final two levels, true realm and supreme realm, only a few saints could attain that. The former ones were called ‘true saints,’ and the latter were called ‘supreme saints.’

True saints and supreme saints were like saint kings, who were mysterious creatures traveling between the sky and land. Even saints found it difficult to meet them.

Saints who had reached Heavenly Pass Realm were terrific beings. One breath from them could severely injure a lower-class saint.

Zhang Ruochen survived that not just because of his great body constitution, but also a bit of luck.

“No! The power of Nine Dragon Lock Sky Formation is withering away. Someone is turning the formation off.”

After his mind power reached the saint level, Zhang Ruochen was perceptive enough to notice the changes in Nine Dragon Lock Sky Formation.

“Who is it?”

Zhang Ruochen rushed into a formation tower beside Sun King Palace. A black-robed monk wearing a golden ghost mask had already turned off the Nine Dragon Lock Sky Formation.

Hong Long.

Sun King Palace collapsed.

A burning sun flew out of the ruins, surging to the sky.

A sun hung in the sky above the territory of Blood God Sect, turning dark night into morning.

That wasn’t a real sun. It was actually half the body of Discipline King Diyuan.

Discipline King Diyuan’s body below the chest had been completely shattered. He only had a small part of his body left, yet it was also rugged.

“Don’t you dare run.”

Ghost King Bloodmoon was wearing a long white robe. Her hair looked like a waterfall, and her eyes were gleaming. She turned into a blood-red moon, dashing toward the shining sun in front of her.

It was a bizarre scene. A moon and a sun hung in the sky at the same time, and the moon was chasing the sun. A terrific battle erupted.

Zhang Ruochen had confidence in Ghost King Bloodmoon. After all, Ghost King Bloodmoon would try everything to get the saint soul of Discipline King Diyuan.

Zhang Ruochen stared at that black-robed monk. He wielded his palm print.

The black-robed monk took out a one-foot-long jade scepter and pointed at Zhang Ruochen. Suddenly, an ice-crystal savage beast dashed toward Zhang Ruochen.

“It’s a mind-power saint.”

Zhang Ruochen saw that the attack skill used by the black-robed monk was an intricate mind power attack skill. It was superior to normal spells. He was definitely a mind power saint.

No wonder Zhang Ruochen didn’t realize that he was hiding in the dark. His mind power was at the same level as Zhang Ruochen.

That person’s mind power wasn’t too advanced. It hadn’t reached level fifty-one yet.

Peng.

Zhang Ruochen crushed the crystal savage beast, took out Abyss Ancient Sword and stepped forward.

The black-robed monk saw Zhang Ruochen use Universe Spiritual Map to summon a ghost king, so he recognized who he was.

The black-robed monk turned around and started to flee, racing toward the top of the tower formation.

“Do you really think I’ll let you go now that you’ve recognized me?”

Zhang Ruochen wielded his sword. A trace of thick sword Qi gushed out, cutting the thirteen-level-tall bronze formation tower into halves.

The black-robed monk jumped out of the window, diving into the abyss. He didn’t fall onto the ground. Instead, he controlled his mind power and condensed a saint cloud, flying toward the distance.

Zhang Ruochen was severely injured. He felt his organs ache after taking only one step forward as if something was twisting them.

“I can’t let him get away.”

Zhang Ruochen also mobilized his mind power, and an earth-shattering thunder blasted in his body. He raced forward like lightning, and he was faster than that black-robed monk.