Chapter 1171: Vice Palace Ruler
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Six spiritual mountains sat at six different directions in Secret Dragon Palace. They looked like six sky-connecting pillars, piercing through the sky and being of great momentum.
A black rope was floating among the six mountains in the dark, giving out black light, which enveloped the entire Secret Dragon Palace.
The other monks from Blood God Sect had no idea what was going on in Secret Dragon Palace.
“Your highness, he is the vice palace ruler, Liao Teng, from Disorder Heavenly Palace. He became a mid-class saint some time ago. He’s way more powerful than Saint Hongyuan,” Zhao Shiqi told Zhang Ruochen with a trace of his mind power.
Liao Teng was acute enough to sense the mind power ripples. He took a look at where Zhao Shiqi hid himself, then he gave a snort of contempt.
Chi.
Zhao Shiqi was exposed, coming from a tower building. His five sense organs were all bleeding, and he fell onto the ground. He was too injured to get up.
The snort from Liao Teng contained the power of a saint, which Zhao Shiqi couldn’t withstand at all.
Creatures who hadn’t entered the state of saint were like ants in front of mid-class saints. A random word from Liao Teng was strong enough to kill a pre-saint.
There were, of course, exceptions.
Zhang Ruochen was sitting on his stone chair the whole time, and he looked tranquil.
Liao Teng was startled inside. He said, “A mere first-trial pre-saint is powerful enough to resolve my saintly power. No wonder you managed to kill Saint Hongyuan. However, you’re like a toddler who has just learned how to walk compared to me.”
“Really?”
Zhang Ruochen was stroking a night-light cup on the stone chair with a smile on his face. He looked carefree.
Qing Mo secretly asked Zhang Ruochen whether she should attack Liao Teng or not.
Zhang Ruochen told her not to do anything as he wanted to try Liao Teng’s power.
Liao Teng had just become a mid-class saint, and Zhang Ruochen had just passed the first pre-saint trial.
Zhang Ruochen wanted to know whether he was powerful enough to fight a mid-class saint.
Liao Teng located the saintly source. He speculated that Gu Linfeng had more valuable treasures. If he could manage to kill him, his wealth would surge.
“Die.”
Liao Teng pinched his fingers in the space in an elegant way. He used his saintly power to form a blood-red leaf, hitting toward Gu Linfeng.
The leaf quickly spun, turning into a trace of light and making cracking sounds.
Zhang Ruochen infused strength into his fingers. The night-light cup was shattered, surging like meteors.
One of the fragments clashed with the blood-red leaf. Both of them were annihilated at the same time.
Other fragments still flew toward Liao Teng.
Liao Teng was a bit surprised as he originally thought he could kill Gu Linfeng with a leaf. It seemed that he had underestimated him.
Liao Teng opened his palm and slapped down, shattering all the fragments of the night-light cup.
The palm became larger and larger. It grew to a thousand feet long, and the palm prints were all distinct. It seemed that the palm was about to level the entire Secret Dragon Palace.
Zhang Ruochen flew up, raising his left arm. A blood-red dragon shadow gushed out of his arm, making a roaring sound.
Two palm forces clashed with each other, locked in a stalemate for a short while.
Zhang Ruochen could feel an overwhelming power infusing his left arm. He felt that the sky and land were pressuring his entire body, forcing him to fall.
Liao Teng sneered, “You dare fight me? Are you being suicidal?”
Zhang Ruochen mobilized his Holy Qi and infused it into the Seven Kill Boxing Glove, triggering Destruction of the Thousand-patterns and the power of his entire body. All of the one hundred and thirty-two apertures gleamed at the same time, forming a mysterious astral picture.
The power of the palm of Zhang Ruochen surged, tearing that giant handprint, which was more than a thousand feet long, apart, dashing toward Liao Teng.
Liao Teng felt weird, but he was also swift. He rushed forward and clashed with Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen wasn’t able to ward it off even after performing Destruction of the Thousand-patterns. He was knocked away and hit the stone wall of a spiritual mountain.
The ground of the spiritual mountain was very solid, much more so than that of other mountains. Instead of collapsing like other mountains, only a small part of the mountain was shattered.
“Again.”
Zhang Ruochen wasn’t injured at all. He rushed out of the mountain, wielding dozens of handprints and attacking Liao Teng.
Peng Peng.
The two human shadows clashed with each other.
Eventually, Zhang Ruochen failed to resist the attack from Liao Teng. He dived and stepped on the ground, trampling the yard that was made of jade. Half of his body was trapped in the ground.
There were cracks everywhere in the yard. Even the defense formation on the ground was destroyed.
Although Gu Linfeng wasn’t defeated, Ji Shui was still thrilled by his power. “That brat is unbelievably forceful! He’s only passed the first pre-saint trial, yet he’s able to fight a mid-class saint.”
However, it didn’t matter how impressive he was. The gap between him and a mid-class saint was still enormous. He wouldn’t survive tonight.
Liao Teng landed on the ground, standing several feet above the ground. He looked down at the people on the ground like a God. He said, “No wonder you could kill Saint Hongyuan, as it turns out you’ve refined your body constitution to such an extent. Even I will need some more energies to kill you.”
Zhang Ruochen enveloped his body with Holy Qi. He flew up and flicked the dust on his sleeves. He said, “I can’t believe someone who just became a mid-tier saint can be this powerful. I need to use my real strength to rival you.”
“What? You weren’t using your real strength?”
Liao Teng didn’t believe that Gu Linfeng had some more impressive techniques. He thought that he was bluffing.
Zhang Ruochen scratched his space ring with his fingernail. Abyss Ancient Sword showed up in his hand, and all of a sudden, he became extremely aggressive and hostile.
Hua!
The sword glinted, and he wielded it with a saint-spell-level sword technique. He swept across Liao Teng like lightning, cutting a trace of his hair.
Liao Teng was shocked as he didn’t expect Gu Linfeng to be a sword master. If he hadn’t reacted fast enough, he might’ve been injured.
Zhang Ruochen performed his True-Thunder Fire Sword Technique. Holy Qi and Spiritual Qi gathered and formed lightning, integrating with that blade technique.
Liao Teng didn’t recognize Abyss Ancient Sword, but his instinct told him that the sword was extremely dangerous, so he didn’t dare clash with it with his hand. He had to keep dodging it.
Liao Teng tried to dodge the sword dozens of times. He felt irritated as he had to dodge the attacks from a pre-saint, but he was a mid-tier saint.
“Blood Trial Finger.”
Liao Teng used his middle finger, which had the luster of metal, hitting the side of Abyss Ancient Sword, knocking Zhang Ruochen away.
And then, Liao Teng fully mobilized the Holy Qi inside his body, forming a large blood-red cloud, shaking all the six spiritual mountains.
At this moment, Liao Teng’s power kept surging, reaching an astonishing level.
“Gu Linfeng, you can force me to use all my power. You can die with great pride now.”
Liao Teng spun his arms, which made the blood-red clouds tumble. The two forces of saintly power twisted with each other, forming a half-virtual long spear, hitting toward the chest of Zhang Ruochen.
The attack from a mid-class saint with all his might was exceptional.
Zhang Ruochen was extremely cautious. He also used all his power. He activated Ten-saints Blood Armor to cover his entire body, after which ten saintly shadows were formed in ten different directions around his body.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen kept infusing Abyss Ancient Sword with his Holy Qi, triggering three thousand inscriptions. The mighty sword Qi covered all the six spiritual mountains.
Zhang Ruochen’s sword was terrific, tearing the half-virtual long spear apart, hitting the head of Liao Teng.
Pu Chi.
Liao Teng couldn’t resist that attack. A twenty-foot long wound showed up from his right shoulder to his abdomen, and his ribs were cut off, which were almost divided in half.
Liao Teng made a blood-curdling scream, flying to the ground swiftly. He took out a bottle of saintly blood and drank it.
The wound was quickly healed after he drank the saintly blood.
“You’re not Gu Linfeng. Who are you?”
Liao Teng was infuriated. The sword wielded by Gu Linfeng was horrific. It was so immensely powerful that it could divide the sky and land. Fortunately, a mysterious power in Secret Dragon Palace was protecting him so that he wasn’t killed.
“Wait… That sword…”
Ji Shui recognized the sword held by Gu Linfeng as it was too familiar. An exceptional and handsome person emerged in her mind.
Not long ago, in Yingsha City in Blue Dragon Void World, Ji Shui and other human monks were all exhausted, and they all thought that they would die.
That man showed up and changed the war situation all by himself. He saved all the human elites in that city by fighting more than ten beast kings like the God of War. Back then, even Ji Shui, whose heart was stone-cold, felt it pounding fast. She admired him.
However, Ji Shui knew that the man was a teenage emperor who was bound to be a legend among human beings. He was someone she would never know.
After all, Ji Shui was a woman. She couldn’t help admiring someone like the descendant of time and space, Zhang Ruochen.
How did the sword of time and space descendant Zhang Ruochen fall into the hands of Gu Linfeng?
The more Ji Shui looked at him, the more bizarre she felt. At this moment, Gu Linfeng was too much like the man she admired. It wasn’t his appearance that resembled that of the man she adored, it was the charisma, aggression, pride, and aloofness, like that of an unrivaled sword saint.
“Can it be… But that’s impossible…”
An assumption emerged in Ji Shui’s mind, but she found it unbelievable.