Chapter 1205: The Three Palace Masters of Netherword Heavenly Palace
The five Sacred Elders each possessed heaven-shaking, earth-shattering cultivation, yet three had fallen in succession, their sacred blood spilling across the ground, dyeing the entire Moyou Valley crimson.
The saints of the Blood God Sect stared at the Sect Leader’s Wife standing in the valley, all of them gripped by terror.
Hundreds of years ago, the Sect Leader’s Wife had already reached the Saint Realm. Now, what terrifying realm had she stepped into?
Elder Yuanxing and Elder Yuanzhou were severely wounded, staring at the shattered earth before them with expressions of disbelief. Bitterness filled their hearts—they had never imagined losing so miserably.
“Among the five Sacred Elders, one was actually working for the Sect Leader’s Wife.”
Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brow and let out a long sigh.
Under the Sect Leader’s Wife’s intimidation, a Lower Realm Saint-level elder activated an escape secret art, shooting toward the horizon like a streak of light, trying to flee.
The Sect Leader’s Wife curled the corner of her mouth slightly and guided her finger.
A dragon shadow flew out from the Jingzhe Dragon Soul Cauldron, chasing after him at even greater speed, crashing into the Lower Realm Saint-level elder’s body.
“Boom.”
In midair, the elder’s body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist dozens of meters in diameter.
All the cultivators felt suffocated. Even using an escape secret art, he couldn’t get away—and that was a Saint.
The three Palace Masters of Netherword Heavenly Palace—Lan Caiye, Yao Sheng, and Zuo Mu—stood not far from Zhang Ruochen. They no longer concealed themselves; dense blood mist surged from their bodies.
Lan Caiye clasped his hands and bowed toward Moyou Valley, raising his voice: “We pay homage to the new Sect Leader of the Blood God Sect.”
As the Palace Master of Netherword Heavenly Palace, Lan Caiye was the first to submit to the Sect Leader’s Wife, causing a massive uproar. Even some of the less resolute saints were swayed.
If even the Netherword Heavenly Palace Master had surrendered, why should they continue opposing the Sect Leader’s Wife?
Living was better than dying.
Elder Yuanxing’s eyes flashed with a chilling light, and he said sharply, “Lan Caiye, so you were working for her all along.”
Lan Caiye revealed a disdainful expression. “Elder Yuanxing, I advise you to stop opposing the Sect Leader. Kneel, kowtow, apologize, and swear loyalty—the Sect Leader will surely forgive your earlier offense.”
“Cough, cough.”
Elder Yuanxing’s face flushed red with rage. Unable to control his emotions, his sacred energy rampaged wildly within him, worsening his injuries.
Elder Yuanzhou was also furious beyond measure. If not for his wounds, he might have charged forward already.
Lan Caiye knew well that the Blood God Sect’s saints hadn’t yet surrendered mainly because Elder Yuanxing and Elder Yuanzhou were still alive.
Killing them would completely shatter the saints’ will.
“Since you two are so stubborn, I won’t hold back.”
Lan Caiye unleashed a sacred art. Two blood-red rivers manifested, flowing around his arms as he attacked both Elder Yuanxing and Elder Yuanzhou simultaneously.
Lan Caiye was the foremost among the ten Palace Masters, his cultivation having reached the Heaven-Connecting Realm.
If Elder Yuanxing and Elder Yuanzhou were at full strength, Lan Caiye might have been cautious, but since both Sacred Elders were severely injured, he dared to fight them alone.
Slaying two Sacred Elders would be a tremendous achievement.
At the same time, the two Deputy Palace Masters of Netherword Heavenly Palace, Yao Sheng and Zuo Mu, also launched their attacks.
“Divine Son, the stupidest thing you did was betray the Sect Leader. Now you must pay for your mistake.”
Yao Sheng opened his mouth and spat out a black chain as thick as an arm, extending with a clattering sound, winding toward Zhang Ruochen.
At the chain’s tip was a ferocious human head, burning with green ghost fire.
This was a Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact called the Ghost King Lock.
Legend had it that the head at the chain’s end belonged to a True Saint, containing the True Saint’s powerful sacred force.
With Yao Sheng’s Upper Realm Saint cultivation, capturing a Second Calamity Quasi-Saint seemed an easy task to all observers.
The Blood God Sect’s saints all sighed, imagining Gu Linfeng’s tragic fate—he would surely suffer torment worse than death.
But the next moment, their eyes widened in disbelief.
On Gu Linfeng’s arm, a massive dragon shadow hundreds of meters long coiled, emitting a deafening dragon roar.
“Boom.”
He struck out with a palm, hitting the head at the Ghost King Lock’s tip, sending the chain flying back in a different direction.
Gu Linfeng didn’t use the chance to escape. Instead, he stepped into a mysterious footwork, splitting into dozens of afterimages as he rapidly closed in on Yao Sheng.
Within ten zhang of Yao Sheng, Gu Linfeng pushed both palms forward, launching an active attack.
“Is Gu Linfeng… seeking death?”
“A Second Calamity Quasi-Saint daring to attack an Upper Realm Saint? Crazy, crazy—he must be insane!”
Only Yao Sheng knew that Gu Linfeng was no weakling.
The force and skill behind Gu Linfeng’s palm strike that repelled the Ghost King Lock were not something a Second Calamity Quasi-Saint could possess.
Yao Sheng spread his legs, lowered his center of gravity, and bulging muscles like brass appeared on his arms. He pushed both palms forward, forming two massive sacred energy vortexes in his palms.
“Boom.”
Their four palms collided, sinking the ground and creating a hundred-meter-wide crater.
At the crater’s bottom, their palms remained locked in a stalemate.
Zhang Ruochen’s hair flew wildly, and all one hundred and forty-four apertures on his body opened, radiating dazzling light like one hundred and forty-four stars twinkling in the crater.
“Physical body… achieving sainthood…”
Seeing the shimmering apertures on Gu Linfeng’s body, all the saints present were shocked.
Physical body achieving sainthood carried extraordinary significance. It foretold that Gu Linfeng would surely become a dominant figure in the future, with boundless potential.
Such a person could indeed become the Blood God Sect’s Sect Leader.
Of course, given the current situation, Gu Linfeng had no chance to continue growing—the Sect Leader’s Wife wouldn’t let him go.
“Gu Linfeng’s saintly physical body is far stronger than others’. He’s only just reached sainthood, yet he can already contend with an old Upper Realm Saint.”
“Exactly. When others first achieve physical sainthood, they’re nowhere near this combat power.”
In the Saint Realm, each level had a vast gap. Just reaching physical sainthood and matching an old Upper Realm Saint was indeed astonishing.
A piercing scream came from Yao Sheng’s back.
The woman sharing a body with Yao Sheng spat out sound waves, condensing thousands of sword-shaped shadows into a sword river that struck Zhang Ruochen’s chest.
Too close—Zhang Ruochen couldn’t dodge.
He had no choice but to activate the Ten Saint Blood Armor, covering his entire body, relying on its defense to withstand the incoming sound-wave sword river.
“Boom.”
Zhang Ruochen’s body shook violently, sent flying backward.
Yao Sheng seized the opportunity, striding forward and unleashing a sacred art-level palm technique aimed at Zhang Ruochen’s chest.
His hand transformed into a beast claw print over ten meters long, emitting a pungent bloody aura.
Flying through the air, Zhang Ruochen re-gathered his strength and struck with the Seven Apertures Blood Nether Palm.
A thirty-meter-tall Nether King phantom manifested behind him, also striking out a hand seal to meet the attack.
“Boom.”
The beast claw print shattered, turning into chaotic energy that surged back, slamming into Yao Sheng.
Yao Sheng let out a muffled groan, retreating hundreds of meters.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t unscathed. The Ghost King Lock struck his chest, and though the Ten Saint Blood Armor absorbed most of the force, he still suffered severe injuries, with cracks appearing in his five organs and six viscera.
Blood continuously flowed from Zhang Ruochen’s mouth.
However, because the Ten Saint Blood Armor covered him, outsiders couldn’t see this—only that he stood straight on the ground, with powerful sacred energy surging around him.
“Incredible Gu Linfeng—he can already match an Upper Realm Saint. Give him another ten years, and who in the Blood God Sect could fight him?”
Gu Linfeng’s growth rate was too fast, making the Blood God Sect’s saints keenly feel what it meant to fear the younger generation.
Yao Sheng’s face showed disbelief. He had thought capturing Gu Linfeng would be easy, but this brat was far tougher than expected.
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In another direction, Netherword Heavenly Palace’s Deputy Palace Master Zuo Mu attacked Huang Yanchen, Qing Mo, Zhu Hongtao, and Wan Ke, aiming to destroy all four saints with lightning speed.
Zuo Mu’s cultivation had reached the Xuanhuang Realm, having cultivated Xuanhuang Sacred Energy within him, making him a top-tier expert.
Yet, as he charged forward, he was met with a siege.
Zhu Hongtao was also at the Xuanhuang Realm, but as a Primordial Beast, his combat power far exceeded that of a Xuanhuang Realm human cultivator.
“You think you can fight me? Get down.”
Zhu Hongtao swung his massive hand, striking Zuo Mu’s left shoulder, sending him flying sideways into a mountain.
A large section of the mountain collapsed, burying him underneath.
Huang Yanchen and Wan Ke both drew their sacred swords, unleashing sacred art-level sword techniques, bombarding downward relentlessly, forcing Zuo Mu to cry out in pain.
“Damn it… do you want to die?”
Zuo Mu roared, emitting dozens of blood-red light pillars from his body. He clenched his fists, sending two sacred swords flying, and burst out from the mountain.
But he had only risen thirty meters when Zhu Hongtao pounced like a cannonball, pressing Zuo Mu’s head with both hands the size of palm leaves, slamming him back into the ground.
Zuo Mu was besieged again, beaten even worse.
In Moyou Valley, Azure Dragon Emperor stepped out, arriving behind the Sect Leader’s Wife, and said, “Master, your disciple requests to fight.”
Azure Dragon Emperor harbored a deep hatred for Gu Linfeng. Previously, because the Sect Leader’s Wife valued Gu Linfeng highly, he had to endure.
Now that Gu Linfeng had betrayed the Sect Leader’s Wife, Azure Dragon Emperor had no more reservations, eager to tear Gu Linfeng limb from limb.
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(In two days, the study session will end. I’ll definitely update properly then. These past days have been painful for me too, Little Fish. I hope everyone can hold on a bit longer. Sweat!)
(Chapter End)