God Emperor-Chapter 1218 - Wild Battle

Chapter 1218: Wild Battle

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The battle started off immediately. The Saints all released their saintly might, filling the Ancient Taiyin City.

The city’s defensive formation couldn’t be activated, but there were still many defensive formations. The human cultivators all hid in them.

Yao Sheng flew out of the night sky. He landed on the ground with a boom, appearing behind Zhang Ruochen.

“There’s no need for the Death Knight, himself, to attack,” Yao Sheng claimed. “I can kill him by myself.”

In Mo You Valley’s battle, Yao Sheng had fought with Zhang Ruochen and even hurt him. He believed that he’d completely grasped Zhang Ruochen’s true abilities and was confident in killing him.

Yao Sheng had just submitted to the Death Knight, becoming a member of the Immortal Pavilion. He had to achieve something to improve his status.

Killing Zhang Ruochen would be a great achievement.

“Ghost King Chain.”

Yao Sheng opened his mouth and spat out a chain of an arm’s width. It reached out like an iron dragon. Thousands of runes emerged on the chain, releasing the Destruction of the Thousand Patterns.

Kaboom.

Carrying the destructive might, the chain didn’t hit Zhang Ruochen. It went toward Saint Qingfeng, who was flying in the sky.

Saint Qingfeng was slightly shocked. He quickly formed a sword print, uttering, “Mountain Print.”

The saintly sword on his back flew out of the sheath. It shook violently, forming thousands of beams of Sword Qi. They quickly converged into a sword mountain with five peaks.

Boom!

The Ghost King Chain shattered the sword mountain and struck Saint Qingfeng. It sent him plummeting to the ground. The strong shockwave turned the organized pavilions in the manor all into rubble.

Saint Qingfeng’s face was pale. Spitting out blood, he walked out of the rubble and stared at Yao Sheng with shock. “We’re both upper-level Saints. How can we be this different?”

He wasn’t a weak member of the upper-level Saints. However, he was hurt after a slight exchange with Yao Sheng. How could he not be shocked?

As the sub-palace lord of the Nether Heavenly Palace, Yao Sheng was quite famous. Some older Half-Saints of the Ancient Taiyin City already recognized him.

“Yao Sheng actually joined the Immortal Vampires.”

“I heard that Yao Sheng has a male and female saint body. When he attacks, it’s like two upper-level Saints. Very few people below the Xuanhuang Realm can counter him.”

“Didn’t you see that even Saint Qingfeng can’t block his attack? Someone like him probably can only be repressed by a Xuanhuang Realm Saint.”

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Yao Sheng didn’t care about Saint Qingfeng. His eyes only contained Zhang Ruochen. Striding, he rushed forward and chuckled darkly.

“You hid pretty quickly. I’d like to see how much longer you can hide.”

Whoosh!

Under his control, the Ghost King Chain flew out again. It spun quickly, forming nine 30-foot-wide rings. A menacing head reached above the Ghost King Chain. It was as big as a disc. It appeared in the center of the nine rings, burning with green ghostly fire.

That was a true Saint’s head and contained a true Saint’s power. This attack was too much stronger than the last one.

Saint Qingfeng gasped, thinking, Yao Sheng’s combat ability is terrifying. If he’d used this attack earlier, I wouldn’t only be injured. I’m afraid for Zhang Ruochen’s fate today. He can only be saved if the big figures of the Yin and Yang Sect hurry over.

No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen was, he was still too young. His cultivation was too low and couldn’t go against upper-level Saints.

The power radiating from the Ghost King Chain suffocated countless human cultivators. No one believed that Zhang Ruochen could block it.

Perhaps because of the wine, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t afraid of the Ghost King Chain. He voluntarily welcomed it.

Argh!

Roar!

He raised his arms. A dragon and elephant’s shadow appeared. He pushed forward with both palms, crashing against the ghostly fire and head.

Zhang Ruochen’s palm power was very harsh and aggressive. He attacked with dozens of palms in a row, forcing the ghostly head and Ghost King Chain flying back.

How is this possible? How can he be this strong?

Yao Sheng was shocked. He questioned whether Zhang Ruochen was Gu Linfeng or not.

Right now, Zhang Ruochen was much stronger than Gu Linfeng. Even without the Ten Saints Blood Armor, he could still counter Yao Sheng.

If Zhang Ruochen really was Gu Linfeng, then had he improved again in a short few days?

How was this possible?

Zhang Ruochen was in a wild state. The blood and Holy Qi within him had become aggressive. Of course, he hadn’t lost all reason. He was still quite conscious. He found it incredible too. When drunk, he could unleash twice the amount of power.

“Ten Saints Blood Armor,” he yelled without thinking, activating the armor.

Ten saintly images appeared, surrounding him from ten directions. With their help, Zhang Ruochen radiated with even stronger might.

Boom!

He slammed forward, forcing Yao Sheng to retreat 100 feet. The ground beneath his feet exploded.

Zhang Ruochen continued to attack. Each palm was like a five-fingered mountain falling down. Yao Sheng could only passively defend. No matter what he did, he couldn’t block Zhang Ruochen.

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen realized something strange. He guessed, It must be the effect of the Dragon and Mad Oxen Wine that makes me release double the power. Otherwise, with my current cultivation, I wouldn’t be Yao Sheng’s match at all.

Saint Yashe furrowed his brows. “Yao Sheng isn’t Zhang Ruochen’s match. Saint Kongyu, Saint Qingyi, Saint Wanxin, go help him.”

The three Saints were all upper-level Saints from the Huangtian Tribe. The Huangtian Blood Emperor had personally ordered them to follow the Death Knight and kill Gu Linfeng.

The three upper-level Saints opened up their blood wings. They flew in from three directions toward Zhang Ruochen who was fighting intensely with Yao Sheng.

“Original Blood Print.”

“Jinghong Dragon Sword Technique.”

“Heart Destruction Finger.”

The three Saints attacked with saint spells at once.

Yao Sheng cursed inwardly, thinking the Immortal Vampires were horrible. The three saint spells would also hit him.

He quickly stopped attacking and escaped.

“Where are you going?”

Taking this chance, Zhang Ruochen’s palm hit Yao Sheng’s male body in the chest. The palm power had overlapping layers, releasing 36 layers of strength.

Poof.

Yao Sheng’s chest caved in and his ribs collapsed. He flew out like a cannon and fell into the rubble.

Zhang Ruochen also paid the price to hurt Yao Sheng. The three saint spells fell onto him. Even with the Ten Saints Blood Armor’s protection, he was still injured. However, his body had become a Saint and had shocking defensive abilities. He wasn’t too badly hurt.

“How crazy. As expected of a physical Saint. He can just take saintly spells.”

“The Ten Saints Blood Armor is truly powerful. We can’t hurt Zhang Ruochen unless we use our true trump cards.”

“Go all out. I don’t believe I can’t kill him.”

The three Saints cast saint spells again, activating even stronger power.

Zhang Ruochen definitely wouldn’t give them the chance.

Whoosh!

Zhang Ruochen flashed and used the Spatial Move. He appeared before Saint Kongyu and charged.

Before Saint Kongyu could react, he was already flying and thrown onto the ground. Zhang Ruochen’s knees pressed down on Saint Kongyu’s stomach. He clenched his fists. His punches rained down.

Boom, boom.

Zhang Ruochen punched 100 times instantly. Each punch contained all his might.

Saint Kongyu’s bones shattered and his chest caved in. Half of his body broke apart into bloody mush. Zhang Ruochen reached into the mush and took out a fist-sized saintly source.

In the span of a breath, an upper-level Saint had died. He was beaten to death.

In the distance, Saint Qingfeng felt his scalp go numb. If he’d met a fanatic like Zhang Ruochen, he’d probably die too.

Yao Sheng climbed out of the rubble and spat out some blood. “You dared to attack me, you deserve to be killed. Zhang Ruochen isn’t that easy to deal with.”

Saint Qingyi and Wanxin had strong mindsets and weren’t afraid. They continued to attack with a sword technique and finger spell.

“Sword Five.”

Saint Qingyi’s strongest trump card was Sword Five. With his age, he had at least a 50% chance to become a Sword Saint. Even now, he rarely met matches among the upper-level Saints.

Saint Qingyi’s body combined with his saint sword. With a trail of sword light dozens of meters long, he stabbed at Zhang Ruochen’s forehead.

Zhang Ruochen slammed forward, crashing against the saint sword.

A sword that was a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon and had Sword Five’s conception was among the peak of the upper-level Saints. Very few people could block it.

Kaboom.

Zhang Ruochen was sent back from the power. He retreated more than 100 meters and half of his body had sunk into the ground.

Even with the Seven Kill Boxing Glove and Ten Saints Blood Armor, Zhang Ruochen’s right arm was still numb with pain. He was injured.

Saint Qingyi held his saint sword and looked down at Zhang Ruochen. He sneered. “Zhang Ruochen, aren’t you skilled in swordsmanship? How can you be hurt by my sword?”

Zhang Ruochen didn’t reply. He circulated the Holy Qi within him and his right arm regained feeling. Then he took out the Abyss Ancient Sword, grasping the hilt.

Whoosh!

Dense Sword Qi automatically appeared. Like a pilgrimage, they all spun around him.

Saint Qingyi’s saint sword trembled with low clangs.

“How can his sword intent be so strong?” Saint Qingyi forcefully controlled his saint sword, which wanted to fly away. Surprise colored his eyes.

“Sword Six.” Zhang Ruochen held the Abyss Ancient Sword and flew into the air to attack Saint Qingyi.

Saint Qingyi was well-prepared. He put his sword horizontally to block Zhang Ruochen’s attack. However, his saint sword cracked as soon as it touched the Abyss Ancient Sword.

Poof.

Zhang Ruochen stabbed through Saint Qingyi with this attack.

The Sword Qi was too sharp. In the air, Saint Qingyi’s saintly body was cut in half, releasing a large spray of saintly blood.