# Chapter 1119: Battle, Kill
The Devouring Demon Dragon Clan was once a dominant force in the ancient era.
Now, a Devouring Demon Dragon emerging in this age was undoubtedly one of the most powerful living beings.
The Devouring Demon Dragon had already crossed its first quasi-saint tribulation, and beneath the saint realm, it was practically invincible. Who would dare to fight it?
With the arrival of the Devouring Demon Dragon, the heavens and earth immediately changed. Black clouds covered the sky, and dense moisture gathered from all directions, forming a torrential thunderstorm.
"Splash!"
"Splash!"
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At the foot of Dragon Summit Mountain, human cultivators felt terrified and retreated far away.
If the Devouring Demon Dragon killed Zhang Ruochen, it would surely come after them. The farther they retreated now, the easier it would be to escape later.
"Are you regretting it now? If I were your crown princess, with my current cultivation, I would have killed all those beings who wanted to harm you. How could you have fallen to such a state?"
Han Qiu, dressed in a black robe, stood atop a dragon corpse as massive as a mountain, arriving at the bank of a great river about six hundred miles from Dragon Summit Mountain.
Black light radiated from her body, turning the surrounding dozens of miles into a dark region.
Some living beings passed by the edge of the dark region, silently losing their life force, turning into dried corpses, falling to the ground, and becoming bone dust.
"Zhang Ruochen."
In the distance, Mu Lingxi tightly clenched her fingers, gazing toward Dragon Summit Mountain. Watching the black dragon shadow flying in the clouds, she felt suffocated, deeply worried.
She took a step forward, but Qi Feiyu and Lan Caisang again intervened to stop her.
Lan Caisang wore a charming smile on her face. "Junior sister, now that beasts have surrounded the mountain, Dragon Summit Mountain has become a death trap. Even if you rush over, besides dying, what else can you do?"
Qi Feiyu remained quite calm, a faint mist covering her eyes. "Zhang Ruochen's strength is very great. It's not impossible for him to escape. If you go over, you'll only become his burden. At that time, even if he wants to escape, he probably won't be able to."
Just as Qi Feiyu finished speaking, from the top of Dragon Summit Mountain, Zhang Ruochen responded to the Devouring Demon Dragon with a forceful attitude: "What's the point of all this nonsense? Let's fight! Today, we settle this with life and death!"
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen channeled saint qi into the Abyssal Ancient Sword. The sword body expanded tenfold, transforming into a giant sword, surging with black sword light, and slashed toward the Devouring Demon Dragon flying in midair.
The Devouring Demon Dragon harbored deep hatred for Zhang Ruochen and had always wanted to eliminate him. It let out a long roar: "All beasts, hear my command! Charge up Dragon Summit Mountain and tear apart everyone connected to Zhang Ruochen!"
Knowing the Abyssal Ancient Sword was a peerless divine weapon, the Devouring Demon Dragon didn't clash with it directly. Instead, it took out a dragon-bone long whip and lashed out, not only blocking the Abyssal Ancient Sword's attack but also counterattacking.
"Roar!"
At the foot of Dragon Summit Mountain, tens of thousands of sixth-rank ferocious beasts let out earth-shaking roars.
Some beasts spat fire clouds from their mouths, some condensed lightning, and others hurled ancestral artifacts. Those attacks, like a curtain of rain, enveloped Dragon Summit Mountain.
If those attacks landed, not only Zhang Ruochen and his companions, but even saint-level beings would be annihilated.
Zhang Ruochen split off a strand of spiritual power, pointed a finger forward, and said, "Shatter!"
The space above Dragon Summit Mountain collapsed, forming dense cracks, devouring all the beasts' attacks into the void space, neutralizing them completely.
In the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm, Zhang Ruochen feared group attacks the least.
Even if thousands of troops surged toward him, what could they do to him?
Then, Zhang Ruochen extended another finger, pointing toward the beast horde below, fully mobilizing the power of space.
The Devouring Demon Dragon sensed something was wrong and roared, "Use ancestral artifacts to stabilize space!"
If Zhang Ruochen shattered space again, causing large-scale spatial collapse, how severe would the losses be for the beast clans?
Intense spiritual energy fluctuations erupted from the beast clans, and then eighteen ancestral artifacts flew out, forming eighteen thick pillars of light.
The surfaces of the ancestral artifacts emitted dazzling light, like eighteen stars of different colors, positioned in eighteen different directions, stabilizing the space above the beast horde.
The spatial power Zhang Ruochen unleashed struck that space, causing it to shake violently, forming ripples.
Unfortunately, this strike did not shatter the space.
The Devouring Demon Dragon was not a reckless fool. It had come prepared, with many methods ready, determined to eliminate this great enemy, Zhang Ruochen.
To the Devouring Demon Dragon, Zhang Ruochen was a huge threat, and it absolutely could not allow him to continue growing.
"Swish, swish."
Breaking sounds rang out continuously as the eighteen ancestral artifacts flew in all directions, enveloping the entire Dragon Summit Mountain.
Cultivators from the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan arrived in this region. Feng Yinchang looked into the distance, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth. "Even if Zhang Ruochen is a fierce tiger, with space fixed, he has lost his teeth and claws, left to be slaughtered."
Cultivators from the Bright Hall also appeared near Dragon Summit Mountain. Kong Hongbi stepped out from the crowd and laughed, "It seems I won't need to make a move after all. Saves me some effort."
The eighteen ancestral artifacts had indeed restricted Zhang Ruochen's spatial attack methods.
However, the beast clans' attack methods were also limited. They could no longer launch coordinated attacks and could only climb to the top of Dragon Summit Mountain to kill Zhang Ruochen.
"Kill!"
"Destroy Zhang Ruochen and devour his flesh!"
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Led by beast kings, large numbers of sixth-rank beasts below the mountain charged past the sword-qi boundary Zhang Ruochen had drawn and began climbing Dragon Summit Mountain, heading toward the summit.
If not for a mysterious power reinforcing Dragon Summit Mountain, it would have long collapsed under the trampling of sixth-rank beasts.
Huang Yanchen, Qing Mo, Sun Dadi, Murong Yue, White Li Princess, Grand Minister of Works, Second Minister of Works, and the six high-rank half-saints from the Murong World stood at the cliff's edge, looking down. Facing the beast horde surging with murderous aura, they showed no fear.
Xiao Hei was repairing the altar and did not participate in the battle.
Grand Minister of Works and Second Minister of Works spoke simultaneously: "Uncle Master, the two of us will deal with the Devouring Demon Dragon."
One white and one black beam of light, radiating vast Buddhist light, shot up from the mountain peak into the clouds, dispersing the demonic clouds and forming a black-and-white Buddhist cloud.
Both monks had already crossed their second quasi-saint tribulation and were quite powerful. Fighting together, their combined power could increase severalfold, enough to contend with the Devouring Demon Dragon.
Zhang Ruochen knew they were reluctant to kill, so he let them go to face the Devouring Demon Dragon.
"Do you two think you're worthy of fighting me?"
The Devouring Demon Dragon roared, coiling in the sky, extending two massive black dragon claws, and struck down at both Grand Minister of Works and Second Minister of Works simultaneously.
"Subdue the Dragon."
From Second Minister of Works' body, an earth-shaking dragon roar erupted. His hands formed claw shapes, condensing into a dozens-of-meters-long black claw imprint, and struck out.
"Subdue the Tiger."
Grand Minister of Works condensed a white tiger as massive as the Devouring Demon Dragon's body, letting out a furious roar, and clashed head-on with the dragon claw.
The Devouring Demon Dragon was knocked backward, then showed a look of surprise and uncertainty, forced to reassess the two monks before him. They indeed had the strength to contend with it.
Below the clouds, a large number of beasts had already reached the mountainside.
Zhang Ruochen's face was as hard as iron, and he said coldly, "Use the Boundless Saint Fire."
Qing Mo extended a slender jade hand. From her palm, a green flame rose, first forming a fireball, then a cloud of fire, and finally a sea of fire, flying down the mountain.
"Hiss, hiss."
The power of the Boundless Saint Fire was terrifying. It could burn saints to death and melt thousand-mark sacred artifacts. Even the mysterious power of Dragon Summit Mountain could barely withstand it; the mud and stone couldn't endure the high temperature and melted into magma.
The beasts charging at the front suffered even more, burning like lanterns, letting out miserable screams.
A sixth-rank beast tried to use a sacred artifact to block the Boundless Saint Fire, but as soon as it made contact, the sacred artifact melted into droplets.
"Run! That flame is unstoppable..."
"That's Boundless Saint Fire! It can burn saints to death!"
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A large number of sixth-rank beasts were burned to death, their blood merging into the mountain body, mixing with the soil.
The further down the mountain, the weaker the Boundless Saint Fire became.
Beast-king-level beings took out ancestral artifacts, activating the ancient wild power within them, and managed to break through the flame layer formed by the Boundless Saint Fire, charging toward the summit.
The Kui Ox Beast King and the Golden Armor Scorpion King charged at the front. They were ancient remnant species, ranking high on the list, wielding extremely powerful ancestral artifacts.
"Fight."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes held a resolute expression. He leaped from the mountain peak, swung the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and slashed at the Golden Armor Scorpion King.
"I've already crossed two quasi-saint tribulations, Zhang Ruochen! How dare you attack me? Are you seeking death?" The Golden Armor Scorpion King's murderous aura was very heavy, its eyes glaring outward.
Compared to when it was in the Yinggema Desert, the Golden Armor Scorpion King's strength had grown significantly.
Its pair of sharp pincers swung toward Zhang Ruochen, forming a golden wave.
Zhang Ruochen's body surged with sky-piercing killing intent. He passed through the golden energy wave, swung the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and slashed straight down.
"Rip."
One of the Golden Armor Scorpion King's right pincers was severed, and a large amount of beast blood gushed out.
No matter how strong its defense was, it couldn't block the Abyssal Ancient Sword, nor could it block Zhang Ruochen.
The Golden Armor Scorpion King was greatly alarmed. The current Zhang Ruochen was too ferocious. Without even using saint qi, relying solely on his physical strength, he had severely wounded it.
The Golden Armor Scorpion King immediately retreated, trying to escape.
"Still trying to run?"
Zhang Ruochen pushed off with his feet, leaped into the air, and swung his sword again.
The Golden Armor Scorpion King had no choice but to use its strongest method. It opened its mouth and spat out a golden shuttle, flying rapidly toward Zhang Ruochen.
That was a scorpion clan ancestral artifact, not only extremely hard but also containing deadly poison. If a living being was even scratched by it, they would turn into a pool of blood in an instant. Only saint-level beings could barely withstand it for a moment.
Zhang Ruochen's fingers flicked slightly, using the Abyssal Ancient Sword's blade to deflect the shuttle-shaped ancestral artifact.
Then, he struck out with a palm, hitting the Golden Armor Scorpion King's back, sending it sinking downward, half its body buried in the soil, letting out wails of agony.
The outer shell on the Golden Armor Scorpion King's back caved inward, forming the shape of a palm print, its entire body deformed by the blow.
"Zhang Ruochen, don't get too cocky!"
The other beast kings immediately rushed forward to support, trying to rescue the Golden Armor Scorpion King.
"Who dares to come?"
Zhang Ruochen stood on the Golden Armor Scorpion King's back, like a world-dominating fierce man, activating the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force, gripping the Abyssal Ancient Sword's hilt, and swinging it forward.
"Whoosh——"
Sword light flew out, sending seven beast kings flying sideways.
Even though all seven beast kings had used ancestral artifacts, they still couldn't block Zhang Ruochen's sword strike. All were injured, blood flowing from their wounds.