Chapter 1201: Suppression and Killing
"Seeking death."
Mr. Mu Qian trembled with rage, unable to restrain himself any longer. He raised his crystal glass scepter, and in an instant, hundreds of lightning bolts flew out, forming a waterfall of thunder.
It had to be said that Mr. Mu Qian's mastery of spiritual power had reached an astonishing level, far surpassing Tianluo Saint.
The spiritual energy filling this entire stretch of heaven and earth transformed entirely into lightning, and the air itself seemed to be drained away, becoming a vacuum.
"So... powerful spiritual power..."
Zhang Ruochen had already achieved sainthood in spiritual power, yet at this moment, he still felt as if his spiritual will was on the verge of collapse. His head ached terribly, as if his skull were about to shatter.
Chu Siyuan, on the other hand, shook his wide sleeves, still maintaining an air of leisurely contentment. He actually stepped onto the lightning and walked toward Mr. Mu Qian.
With each step he took, he shattered Mr. Mu Qian's spiritual power field, and the pressure weighing on Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen vanished completely.
Chu Siyuan's aged eyes glared forward.
"Swoosh—"
In front of his gaze, a blue scroll painting materialized out of thin air. The scroll rapidly unfurled, revealing patterns of mountains, rivers, and terrain, as if a wild ancient world had manifested.
The lightning waterfall collided with the scroll painting and immediately dispersed.
All the destructive force was neutralized.
A flicker of surprise passed through Mr. Mu Qian's eyes as he sensed Chu Siyuan's terror. This old fellow was not only insufferably smug but also possessed extraordinary strength.
"Hmph!"
Chu Siyuan's finger moved slightly, and the suspended scroll painting pressed downward, descending toward the top of Mr. Mu Qian's head.
Not to mention Mr. Mu Qian at the center of the scroll, even Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yanchen, Chenyi Saint, and Chenxi Saint standing at the edge felt their bodies tremble, as if a mountain of iron were pressing down on them.
"Hurry and leave this area."
The four of them retreated rapidly, fleeing into the distance.
The next moment, a deafening sound erupted from behind them.
The ground sank, the air exploded, and the four of them were plunged into a chaotic world of destruction. That overwhelming, unstoppable force nearly tore them apart.
Zhang Ruochen grabbed one hand on Huang Tian Princess and the other on Huang Yanchen, using Great Space Teleportation to escape.
Only after fleeing several hundred miles did Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen slow down.
Gradually, they came to a stop and looked back.
"Hiss, hiss."
The stretch of heaven and earth behind them had completely collapsed, with thick layers of mud and dust surging upward. Dense lightning bolts crisscrossed through the air. Even a Saint who ventured into that area would surely meet their death.
"Old Man Chu's strength is this formidable? Has he perhaps reached the realm of a Spiritual Power Saint King?" Zhang Ruochen let out a long breath.
"Chu Sect Leader's spiritual power mastery is unfathomable. There's no need to worry about him."
Afterward, Huang Yanchen withdrew her gaze, fixed it on Huang Tian Princess, and narrowed her eyes. "Let's kill her first, to avoid future trouble."
A brilliant sword light appeared in Huang Yanchen's hand. She thrust her sword forward like a bolt of lightning, striking toward Huang Tian Princess's brow.
A strange expression flashed in Huang Tian Princess's eyes. She extended two slender fingers, actually catching the sacred sword.
Then, two strands of crimson blood energy seeped out from between her fingers, wrapping around the sacred sword.
"Withdraw."
The next moment, Huang Tian Princess snatched the sacred sword from Huang Yanchen's hand, grabbed the hilt, and swung it back toward Huang Yanchen's neck.
Her entire series of movements happened in the blink of an eye.
Neither Zhang Ruochen nor Huang Yanchen had expected Huang Tian Princess to become so formidable. The power she unleashed was far greater than Huang Yanchen's.
"I understand!"
A flash of insight struck Zhang Ruochen's mind. He recalled that earlier, Tianluo Saint had given Huang Tian Princess a pill to swallow. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it, assuming it was just a healing pill.
Now it seemed that pill was far more than a simple healing remedy.
Otherwise, how could Huang Tian Princess's power have surged to such an extent?
Huang Tian Princess's attack speed was fast, but Zhang Ruochen's was even faster. He swung the Abyssal Ancient Sword, blocking her slashing sacred sword.
Huang Tian Princess flew backward several dozen zhang, the sacred sword in her hand ringing incessantly. A look of surprise appeared on her face. "Achieving sainthood through the physical body, truly formidable. I took an Imperial Blood Pill, and within an hour, I can unleash power ten times greater than my own, yet I'm still slightly inferior to you."
"So it was the Imperial Blood Pill."
Before his words had even faded, Zhang Ruochen activated the sword intent of "Man and Sword as One," merging himself with the sword into a black streak of light that shot forward.
Huang Tian Princess knew Zhang Ruochen's mastery of the sword path was extremely high, so she didn't dare underestimate him and defended with all her might.
"Bang, bang."
Their figures clashed rapidly, moving across a hundred miles, shattering six mountains into pieces. Some mountain bodies were severed at the waist, leaving open platforms. Others were split in half, forming straight valleys and ravines.
A battle at the Saint level was truly earth-shattering. Any ordinary Half-Saint who approached would only meet certain death.
"Pfft."
Huang Tian Princess ultimately failed to withstand Zhang Ruochen's sword technique. She stumbled backward, leaving over a dozen sword wounds on her cheeks, neck, and arms. A bowl-sized bloody hole had even opened in her abdomen.
Zhang Ruochen bore no wounds, his clothes were neat, his footwork steady, and the aura he emitted grew increasingly sharp.
Huang Tian Princess was genuinely afraid of Zhang Ruochen now and dared not fight him any longer. As she watched him approach, she retreated step by step.
"Sword Six."
Zhang Ruochen held the Abyssal Ancient Sword and traced a circular sword ring.
Sword Six represented the six directions: up, down, and the four cardinal points.
This single sword technique encompassed all six directions. Once executed, it locked onto the opponent, leaving them no chance to escape.
"Swoosh—"
Zhang Ruochen thrust his sword forward. The sword ring, originally ten zhang in diameter, rapidly shrank down to a single point.
Huang Tian Princess's pupils contracted sharply. By the time she could discern Zhang Ruochen's sword path, the tip of the Abyssal Ancient Sword had already reached her brow.
"Stop."
Chenyi Saint and Chenxi Saint, riding a wind dragon and a fire dragon respectively formed from their spiritual power, rushed over at top speed, roaring in fury, trying to stop Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was resolute. "You're too late."
The Abyssal Ancient Sword pierced into Huang Tian Princess's brow, the tip emerging from the back of her head.
Then, Zhang Ruochen twisted his wrist, generating a spiraling force.
"Bang." Huang Tian Princess's head exploded, leaving behind a headless corpse.
At the same time, Huang Tian Princess's deathblow pierced through Zhang Ruochen's defenses, striking his left shoulder. The impact numbed half his body, sending him stumbling back dozens of steps before he fell to one knee.
Zhang Ruochen's left shoulder was a bloody mess, with blood dripping steadily onto the ground.
"Fortunately, my physical body is strong enough. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to withstand her dying counterattack," Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
If it had been an Upper Realm Saint trying to kill Huang Tian Princess, it would likely have ended in mutual destruction.
By the time Chenyi Saint and Chenxi Saint arrived, Huang Tian Princess's body had already fallen to the ground, her life force drained away.
"Zhang Ruochen, you've committed a grave sin!"
Chenyi Saint roared in fury, his once handsome face twisting into something ferocious.
Zhang Ruochen, however, remained quite calm. "Is that so? Killing just one princess—in the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm, I killed the crown prince of the Azure Heaven Tribe, and the Undying Blood Clan couldn't do anything to me."
"That's because the Undying Blood Clan hasn't moved against you yet. Once news of the princess's death spreads, you'll become a mortal enemy the Undying Blood Clan must kill," Chenyi Saint said.
Chenxi Saint was unwilling to give up. She walked toward Huang Tian Princess's corpse, hoping to revive her.
"Shi Shenghua."
Countless roots burst forth from Zhang Ruochen's back, reaching Huang Tian Princess's corpse before Chenxi Saint.
The sharp roots pierced into the corpse, beginning to absorb the blood and essence within.
Chenxi Saint grabbed at empty air, her anger flaring even more. She let out a soft shout: "Let's act together. Suppress Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen. Only by bringing their blood back can we atone for our failure."
The death of Huang Tian Princess was a major event for the Huang Heaven Tribe. If they failed to capture the murderer, Chenyi Saint and Chenxi Saint would surely die horribly upon their return.
"Spark of Starlight."
Chenyi Saint raised his staff, channeling his spiritual power into it continuously, forming a bright ball of flame that released a violent and scorching force.
"God of Wind and Rain."
Chenxi Saint formed hand seals, and within three hundred miles, a scene of wind and rain appeared. The wind coalesced into a thirteen-zhang-tall, semi-transparent giant wielding a great sword, swinging it toward Zhang Ruochen.
Both Chenyi Saint and Chenxi Saint had spiritual power at the fifty-second rank, far surpassing Tianluo Saint. Once they unleashed their full power, their combat strength far exceeded that of Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen.
Of course, even at the same fifty-second rank, there were differences in strength.
Chenyi Saint was stronger, having reached the peak of the fifty-second rank. His strength was enough to rival figures at the fourth Saint realm, the "Mysterious Yellow Realm."
Huang Yanchen took out the Realm Son Seal, holding it between her hands. "Chen Ge, lend me a hand."
Zhang Ruochen had already taken out two Saint-level Blood Suppression Talismans, but seeing Huang Yanchen's confident expression, he put them away.
With a flicker, Zhang Ruochen appeared beside Huang Yanchen and pushed his hands forward.
Sacred Qi surged from his palms, pouring continuously into the Realm Son Seal.
Huang Yanchen had once said that only when a Realm Son cultivated to the Saint realm could the true power of the Realm Son Seal be unleashed.
So, as the strongest war weapon forged by Chi Yao, just how powerful was the Realm Son Seal?
"Boom."
The Realm Son Seal spun rapidly, growing larger and larger. Strands of golden light burst forth, forming a golden cloud that spread in all directions.
In an instant, the power unleashed by the golden cloud shattered the thirteen-zhang-tall, semi-transparent giant.
At the same time, Chenxi Saint couldn't withstand the power of the Realm Son Seal. With a bang, her body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
"How is this possible..."
Chenyi Saint was horrified. He hurled the ball of flame gathered above his staff, then mobilized all his spiritual power to condense a fire dragon. Standing inside the fire dragon, he fled with all his might.
The power unleashed by the Realm Son Seal was as if the Empress herself had descended. It was impossible to resist.
He could only flee.