Chapter 1123: Blood Stains Dragon Summit Mountain
“They are offerings, I cannot absorb them for now. Once the sacred pill is formed, you can absorb all the nutrients here as you wish,” Zhang Ruochen said sternly.
“I don’t care about that.”
The voice of the Devouring Saint Flower sounded again.
“I still have one more sacred source,” Zhang Ruochen said.
The Devouring Saint Flower said, “I knew you were hiding something good. Fine, I won’t absorb the eighteen beast kings for now. But after the battle ends, you must give me that sacred source.”
“Deal,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Zhang Ruochen pressed his palms together, and white sacred light surged from his pores.
Immediately afterward, a powerful wave of sacred qi burst out from his back, transforming into a green vine that shot straight up into the sky.
The green vine was extremely thick, coiling around the entire Dragon Summit Mountain like a mighty hornless dragon. Sharp root tendrils silently spread toward the eighteen beast kings controlling the ancestral artifacts.
The next moment, the eighteen beast kings let out screams of agony as they were entangled by countless root tendrils and dragged toward Dragon Summit Mountain.
“It’s the Devouring Saint Flower…”
The eighteen beast kings used every trick they had, trying to cut through the Devouring Saint Flower’s roots and escape.
However, the Devouring Saint Flower’s roots were incredibly tough. Even with the strength of beast kings, they could only sever one or two at a time, only for more roots to surge forth.
In the end, all eighteen beast kings were bound to the mountain body of Dragon Summit Mountain, struggling incessantly and roaring in fury, shaking the mountain violently.
“You’re asking for death.”
The Kun Clan Prince’s massive body rapidly shrank, transforming into a two-meter-tall humanoid man clad in red battle armor, wielding a crimson long spear as he attacked Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen swung his arm, and with a tearing sound, he ripped open a large expanse of space, creating a several-hundred-meter-long spatial rift that forced the Kun Clan Prince back.
The Devouring Saint Flower subdued the eighteen beast kings, causing the eighteen ancestral artifacts to lose control, no longer able to stabilize the space.
Then, Zhang Ruochen formed sword seals with his hands, condensing eighteen ice swords dozens of meters long, which he struck down toward the eighteen beast kings.
“Pfft.”
The ice swords formed a series of sword shadows, piercing through the beast kings’ bodies and pinning them to the mountain.
The vitality of beast kings was formidable; they did not die immediately but continued to struggle, emitting deafening roars.
The more they struggled, the faster their blood flowed.
The Kun Clan Prince looked toward the Bian Prison Heavenly King and the Vermilion Bird Fairy, fuming with rage. “Aren’t you going to act? Are you just going to watch a human continue to run rampant like this?”
The Bian Prison Heavenly King stood with his feet on the ground, half his body submerged in water and half above, and said loudly, “We’re afraid of stealing your spotlight.”
The Vermilion Bird Fairy stood atop the Bian Prison Heavenly King’s head, her slender body radiating scorching flames, and her red lips parted as she said, “Just a mere human. We believe you can easily suppress him with your strength and then claim the ancient relics of Dragon Summit Mountain.”
The Kun Clan Prince naturally understood that the other was mocking him, and he was furious.
If he could take down Zhang Ruochen with his own strength, why would he ask them to intervene?
In truth, the Kun Clan Prince had underestimated Zhang Ruochen. This human was incredibly powerful. Even if he used a few of his trump cards, he probably couldn’t suppress him.
Besides, he wasn’t planning to reveal those trump cards yet; he intended to save them for when he fought for the World Spirit.
The water-domain beasts were launching a full assault on Dragon Summit Mountain but were being blocked by Huang Yanchen, Qing Mo, White Li Princess, Murong Yue, and others. Countless corpses floated on the water, dyeing that stretch of water red with blood.
What no living being noticed was that Dragon Summit Mountain’s body was absorbing the blood, making the celestial phenomena increasingly eerie.
The Vermilion Bird Fairy’s spiritual perception was sharp, and she sensed something amiss. She gazed toward the summit of Dragon Summit Mountain and said, “Let’s fight. I’m also curious about what ancient relic Dragon Summit Mountain has unearthed.”
“Swish.”
The Vermilion Bird Fairy didn’t go to rescue the eighteen beast kings. Instead, she transformed into a streak of crimson firelight, shooting straight up toward the summit. Holding a flaming feather, she slashed downward.
She wanted to break through the mist shrouding Dragon Summit Mountain’s summit and see what was there.
“Space Mirror.”
Zhang Ruochen raised his right hand and pressed it against the void above his head.
The next moment, the space above Dragon Summit Mountain condensed into a circular mirror, taking on a translucent form and slowly rotating, trying to reflect the Vermilion Bird Fairy’s attack.
“Break.”
The Vermilion Bird Fairy uttered a single word, and the flaming feather in her hand released a sharp aura, colliding with the space mirror.
The space mirror developed countless cracks, and with a soft snap, it shattered.
“So strong.”
Zhang Ruochen inwardly cried out in alarm. The Vermilion Bird Fairy’s attack power was terrifyingly strong. Even using spatial power, he couldn’t fully withstand it.
Left with no choice, Zhang Ruochen swung the Abyssal Ancient Sword once more. Three thousand inscriptions surfaced on the blade, clashing with the flaming feather.
The destructive force unleashed by three thousand inscriptions was naturally extraordinary. It severed the flaming feather and also cut off a lock of the Vermilion Bird Fairy’s hair.
The Vermilion Bird Fairy retreated, hovering in midair, and looked down at Zhang Ruochen below. “Again, the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force unleashed by three thousand inscriptions. Your sacred qi truly seems inexhaustible.”
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze was like lightning. He remained silent, his body radiating only an overwhelming battle intent.
The Bian Prison Heavenly King let out a great roar, took a step forward, and charged toward Dragon Summit Mountain.
The Kun Clan Prince thrust his long spear into the water, condensing a sky full of lightning. He slapped the spear, and a lightning-condensed roc flew across the water, kicking up massive waves as it charged at Zhang Ruochen.
The three great ancient ferocious beasts finally joined forces, determined to kill the Heir of Time and Space.
From another direction, tens of thousands of sixth-rank beasts launched another assault, like a dark swarm of locusts, completely enveloping Dragon Summit Mountain.
Even though Huang Yanchen, White Li Princess, and the others were top-tier experts, they were still overwhelmed, all suffering serious injuries and forced to retreat.
“Kill all humans related to Zhang Ruochen and seize the ancient relic.”
A humanoid ancient descendant shouted the slogan, being the first to set foot on Dragon Summit Mountain. He stepped on the mountain rocks and charged toward the summit.
“Boom.”
Sun Dadi burst out from within Dragon Summit Mountain’s body, transforming into a dozens-of-zhang-tall flaming giant spirit monkey. He let out a fierce roar, and the iron staff in his hand became as thick as a water barrel. He struck a humanoid ancient descendant, sending him flying sideways.
Earlier, Sun Dadi had been hit by the Kun Clan Prince but hadn’t died. Instead, he entered a berserk state, his combat power greatly increased.
Xiao Hei stood at the edge of the altar, looking down the mountain. He stared at Sun Dadi, lost in thought. “This guy, could he be an ancient descendant too? When he’s angry, he looks exactly like the ancient Red Butt Giant Spirit Monkey, and the aura he emits carries a faint hint of primeval desolation.”
Xiao Hei suspected that someone had placed a seal within Sun Dadi’s body, suppressing part of his power.
Otherwise, how could Sun Dadi’s unleashed power be so astonishing at this moment?
Then, Xiao Hei turned around and looked at the alchemy furnace at the center of the altar.
The furnace once again released seven-colored multicolored light, carrying a strong fragrance of alchemy. However, the sacred pill was forming too slowly; it was still only a semi-finished product.
Could Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yanchen, and the others hold out until the sacred pill was fully formed?
Xiao Hei looked toward the battlefield below, feeling anxious.
Zhang Ruochen shattered the space in this area, creating a chaotic zone. He single-handedly held off the three great ancient ferocious beasts.
None of the three ancient ferocious beasts were weaker than Zhang Ruochen. They had sharp spiritual perception and incredible speed, able to avoid the shattered space in the shortest time while launching attacks from another direction.
Zhang Ruochen’s body was already covered in wounds.
In particular, there was a fist-sized bloody hole on his left shoulder, caused by the Kun Clan Prince’s long spear.
The spear carried a primeval ancient force that surged into Zhang Ruochen’s body, preventing the wound from healing. A large amount of blood spilled out, staining his body crimson.
The spear had originally been aimed at Zhang Ruochen’s heart, but he dodged at the last moment. Otherwise, his injuries would have been far more severe.
“Today, the Heir of Time and Space’s blood will stain Dragon Summit Mountain red.”
The Kun Clan Prince let out a wild laugh and thrust his spear again. A lightning-woven net flew along with it.
At the center of the lightning net, a pillar of lightning surged forth, over three meters in diameter.
Zhang Ruochen pointed a finger forward, shattering the space. In front of the lightning pillar, the spatial structure collapsed inward, swallowing all the attacking power.
“Not good.”
But at that moment, Zhang Ruochen felt a chill run through his body, sensing a massive crisis. Even his heart twitched violently.
“Pfft.”
A jade-white arrow flew from beyond the sky, striking Zhang Ruochen in the back and piercing through his body.
The power unleashed by the arrow exploded a cloud of blood mist from Zhang Ruochen’s chest, flying out from the front.
The arrow circled in midair, plunged into a patch of blood clouds, and landed in the hands of the Azure Heaven Prince.
The Azure Heaven Prince held a two-meter-long cyan bow, like gripping a cyan crescent moon, a smile on his lips. “You beast clans are too weak. So many so-called ‘Half-Saint List’ experts together couldn’t take down a single Zhang Ruochen. It’s up to us Undying Blood Clan.”
The bow in the Azure Heaven Prince’s hand was called the “Azure Heaven Bow,” and the arrow he had just shot was called the “White Sun Arrow.” It was a treasure of the Azure Heaven Tribe, specifically used to kill sacred realm beings.
Once locked on, even sacred realm beings could not escape death.
Zhang Ruochen’s body was pierced by the White Sun Arrow, and blood stained the sky. He rapidly fell downward, disappearing into the seven-colored mist of Dragon Summit Mountain.
This stretch of heaven and earth fell into utter silence.
Had Zhang Ruochen, who was like a war god, finally fallen in the siege?
The human cultivators present felt a complex mix of emotions, all sensing grief. Regardless of whether Zhang Ruochen had gone mad, he was still a human prodigy, capable of single-handedly fighting three great ancient ferocious beasts.
Even the nine realm sons probably didn’t have such ability.
With Zhang Ruochen’s fall, would humanity ever produce such a young war god again?
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(Seeing that some readers have misunderstandings about the “Half-Saint Outer List,” I’ll explain separately.
Earlier, it was written that the “Half-Saint Outer List” doesn’t only rank beings that couldn’t make it onto the “Half-Saint List.” It also includes Undying Blood Clan experts, undead, alien creatures, and beings whose strength couldn’t be determined—all ranked on the outer list.
It can be said that the top one hundred experts on the “Half-Saint Outer List” are just as powerful as the beings on the “Half-Saint List.”)