Chapter 1843: Life or Death—You Choose
As powerful as the Six-Tribulation Ghost Lord was, it suffered an instant death under Zhang Ruochen’s sword. This struck fear in the hearts of other ghost lords.
They had high intelligence and were pragmatic. So, they dared not fight Zhang Ruochen one-on-one for fear that they would be crushed one-by-one.
“You have finally performed a Power of Time. It was awesome.”
King Daxi looked calm on the surface, but deep inside, it was not as calm as she looked.
Bear in mind that subduing a ghost lord was not something easy, especially the Six-Tribulation Ghost Lord, which was definitely hard to tame. Most of them were cultivated since they were weak, and they required a lot of resources.
The death of each Six-Tribulation Ghost Lord was akin to the loss of billions of Saint Stones.
King Daxi tried to keep calm. A pair of divine seals appeared in her black pupils as she carefully observed Zhang Ruochen’s every move, trying to find weaknesses of the Sword of Time.
While doing that, she commanded the other ghost lords. “Fall into formation!”
Led by four Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords, over forty ghost lords walked in enigmatic steps and fell into formation.
Ghostly air gushed out of their bodies to combine with the formation’s inscription.
Zhang Ruochen instantly felt increased pressure.
“Not half bad, King Daxi! The fact that you could control ten powerful ghost lords proved that the power you could use is greater than many ancient sect masters.”
A person was as good as a sect.
Over forty ghost lords directed their ghostly air to the center of the formation.
Following immediately, a blood-red millstone formed, rumbling as if a celestial body was spinning on its axis.
“If you surrender now, Zhang Ruochen, you will still have a chance. Otherwise, when the Doomsday Millstone flies out, you will be ground into mincemeat, your body and soul will be annihilated.”
King Daxi was controlling the blood-red millstone with one hand. The blood-red glow shone on the spotless skin of her face in a strange shade of dark red.
Zhang Ruochen was a five-elemental hybrid, and also the Scion of Time and Space; it was not easy to find such a talented person like him. Instead of killing him, King Daxi would prefer to rope him in for her own use.
The Doomsday Millstone was one of King Daxi’s most important trump cards, which she could use to kill a Nine-step Saint King effortlessly.
It was exactly because of this that she needed to be careful before she struck out the Doomsday Millstone.
The Doomsday Millstone spun and turned the ghost formation into a vortex, sweeping up everything into the air. Zhang Ruochen had to plant his Ancient Abyssal Blade into the ground to stabilize himself.
“I tell you what; I will give you a chance to surrender and you will live,” said Zhang Ruochen.
Of course, King Daxi did not think that Zhang Ruochen could defeat the Doomsday Millstone. She looked at him nonchalantly. “Show me what you got. I would die with no regrets if I lose.”
“You got it.”
Zhang Ruochen gathered all his Saint Qi in his left leg.
Like a red-hot iron rod, his left leg became crimson with over ten-thousand precept patterns on it.
A ring of fire burst out under his feet with a boom and spread out in all directions, shaking the ghost formation violently.
King Daxi sensed a powerful might in Zhang Ruochen, her expression abruptly changing.
That mightiness had an extreme resemblance to that of Yanshen. In fact, it was identical.
“So you were the person in the Tianjue Pavilion. The impression of Yanshen’s secret disciple was just a hoax.”
King Daxi had no idea what power Zhang Ruochen had used, but she could clearly sense extremely dangerous energy. With no more hesitation, she struck out the Doomsday Millstone with the forty-two ghost lords.
“Nine-Heaven God’s Step!”
Zhang Ruochen lifted his left leg. He was not only summoning a Yanshen’s Leg but also performing the intermediate leg technique that he had learned not long ago.
As his foot came down, earthshaking divine energy rushed out, trampling the ghost formation to the ground.
The forty-two ghost lords in the formation cried in agony as their bodies crumpled. The qi of the fire incinerated them. Only four Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords survived, but with serious injuries.
King Daxi had a protective item with her. The thing looked like a backscratcher hanging on her lovely slim and supple waist.
When the divine power of the flames hit her, a white glow appeared on the backscratcher to protect her. She was able to stabilize herself and only suffered a minor injury.
However, Zhang Ruochen had killed half of the ghost lords she had taken much effort to cultivate. She gritted her teeth as she could no longer keep calm. “Today, I will gouge your soul out and reduce it to a warring soul to make up for my loss!”
“That sounds frightening, Fairy,” said Zhang Ruochen.
King Daxi’s chest heaved. “Where did you learn the power of Yanshen?” she hissed.
“If you surrender to me, I will tell you”
Zhang Ruochen’s biggest enemy now was Shang Ziyan.
If he could capture King Daxi, she would become his trump card against Shang Ziyan.
Zhang Ruochen had always been on the defensive in his conflict with Shang Ziyan, who was doing all the attacks. Zhang Ruochen could only react to it, and every time, he just narrowly escaped.
But this time, Zhang Ruochen wanted to keep the ball in his court.
Zhang Ruochen raised his left leg slightly.
Opposite him, King Daxi quickly fell back a hundred feet to keep a distance from him.
“You are so afraid of my leg, Fairy?” asked Zhang Ruochen.
In reality, Zhang Ruochen was not too satisfied with his last move; it did not manage to kill the four Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords, and King Daxi had gotten away with it.
It all boiled down to the deficiency in his cultivation base.
Besides, he had only refined ten thousand crimson precepts on his left leg, falling short of achieving the true potential of Yanshen’s Leg.
But in King Daxi’s eyes, that leg was not trivial. The damage it could cause was equal to that of Precept-Domain cultivators. That was why she was wary of him.
“No wonder Shang Ziyan sees you as his biggest threat. It seems that I have underestimated you.”
King Daxi took out a talisman and held it between her two slender fingers. “This talisman was intended for the enemies of the Precept Domain. But now it looks like I have no choice but to use it on you.”
The talisman suddenly burst out in flames, turning into a fireball.
There was a skull inside the fireball.
It released evil energy that hit directly at Zhang Ruochen’s Saint Soul. His vision went dark as if he had plunged into hell, his body getting numb and cold.
The flaming skull flew up above Zhang Ruochen’s head with its mouth open, about to swallow his Saint Soul.
Zhang Ruochen looked up all of a sudden, the Shenwu Mark of Time and Dimension rapidly spinning on his brow. As he shrieked, a Divine Purification Flame shot out of his mouth at the flaming skull.
The flaming skull was splintered instantly before disappearing into thin air.
“I can’t believe she uses Saint-Soul attack technique again! Didn’t she learn the lesson last time?”
Zhang Ruochen roared, performing a Dimensional Shift and appearing in front of King Daxi to grab at her snowy white neck.
Facing such a dangerous situation for the first time, King Daxi’s face appeared a little pale. She performed a move that brought her rapidly falling back. She was not only a 59th Order spiritual-power Saint King but also an Eight-step Saint King in martial arts practice.
What shocked King Daxi, though, was no matter how fast she retreated, Zhang Ruochen’s hand seemed to stick to her like glue, becoming closer and closer.
“Mmm… Zhang-Zhang Ruochen…”
He had gotten his hands on her.
Zhang Ruochen was not getting any gentler because King Daxi was a girl. He clutched her neck like a civet biting into a prey’s throat and lifted her up. He locked his five fingers onto the Saint Veins and Meridians around King Daxi’s throat, severely limiting her Saint Qi from working properly.
“Let me go!”
“Die!”
…
Two wounded Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords lunged up from behind and struck out their ghostly weapons a hundred feet from Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen struck out his left palm.
The shadow of a gigantic dragon lurched out, hitting the two Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords, sending them flying back out. They were crushed, and as result, suffered even more serious injuries.
“If all of you take one more step, I am going to snap her neck.”
Zhang Ruochen raised King Daxi in the air, her toes not touching the ground. Her long hair cascaded down her back, looking like an extremely beautiful ghost lady.
King Daxi waved her hands frantically, using a crystal Saint Scepter to attack him.
Bang!
Zhang Ruochen summoned his strength and smashed King Daxi to the ground, leaving a spiderweb of cracks in the ground.
King Daxi groaned in pain, her body weakening as her Saint Qi and spiritual power were crushed. She had lost the ability to fight back.
Nearby, the four wounded Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords stared at Zhang Ruochen with a grave expression.
Zhang Ruochen took out the Yi Huang Bone Scepter and struck it out. “They are all yours!”
Evil laughter rose within the Yi Huang Bone Scepter as it turned into a black skeleton, excitedly lunging toward the four Six-Tribulation Ghost Lord.
The evil spirit’s strength could now challenge that of the Greater Precept World of Nine-Step Saint Kings. Dealing with these four Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords was just a piece of cake.
Zhang Ruochen wrapped his arms around King Daxi’s waist and lunged into the Tower of Flames.
Bang!
Using a Begirding Shackle to bind her up, he threw her to the ground under the impluvium.
Zhang Ruochen held the Begirding Shackle in one hand and the Ancient Abyssal Blade in another, pointing at King Daxi’s forehead. “Life or death, you choose!”
There was a streak of blood in the corner of her mouth. Her delicately beautiful face was covered in dust, her eyes dead cold. “Death… Just kill me… Don’t tell me you are afraid!”
Zhang Ruochen knew she was asking for death.
After all, a girl as beautiful as a fairy like her would get the most horrible humiliation in the hand of her enemy.
Death was the only way of getting away.
“Since you wish to die, I am not going to let you get it. But I am the one to decide how you are going to live. Maybe I will sell you to the vice dens in the Kunlun Realm or strip you naked and bring you before Shang Ziyan, enslaving you in the most humiliating way. How about that? Are you afraid?” said Zhang Ruochen.
He showed no mercy to his enemy.
There was a frosty look in King Daxi’s eyes; it was a mix of rage and fear.
“Of course, if you surrender to me, or do me a favor, I will let you live or die with dignity.”
“What is it?” asked King Daxi.