# Chapter 1208: Saint King
In Moyou Valley, there had originally been over a dozen Saint realm figures, including remnants of the Azure Dragon Dynasty and disciples of the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen).
However, struck by the suppression of the Hezhou Prefectural Official Seal, those over a dozen Saint realm figures and a large number of Half-Saint realm cultivators were all annihilated, not a single one escaping.
Too tragic!
In the past, the fall of a single Saint realm figure was a major event, with countless cultivators rushing to mourn.
Yet, the chaos at the Black Market Headquarters and the Blood God Sect had resulted in the fall of dozens of Saints combined. One could imagine how fierce this storm was, enough to shock the world, with chain reactions that were impossible to predict.
After all, behind every Saint stood a massive power.
Once a Saint died, that power would also fall into turmoil.
This battle made the Saints of the Blood God Sect reevaluate the Divine Son Gu Linfeng. This young man truly had extraordinary courage and boldness, daring to intervene in the battle between Painting Saint and the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen), and even playing a key role.
Who would still dare to say that Gu Linfeng was just a coward who feared trouble?
Who would still dare to say that Gu Linfeng was unqualified to be the new Sect Leader of the Blood God Sect?
A Saint who had once been somewhat opposed to Gu Linfeng said with some emotion, "Perhaps... Gu Linfeng really can bring new hope to the Blood God Sect. In the future, the Blood God Sect does not lack the opportunity to rise."
"Has the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) really been suppressed and killed?"
"She should be dead. No matter how profound her cultivation, she couldn't withstand the attack of the Hezhou Prefectural Official Seal."
Some Saints looked toward the shattered land, still not letting down their guard, feeling that the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) was not so easy to kill.
Lan Caiye, the Palace Master of the Netherworld Heavenly Palace, and Vice Palace Master Yao Sheng, looked at Moyou Valley, which had been flattened, and the burning Saint blood on the ground. They also believed the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) had fallen.
"Leave quickly. This place cannot be lingered in."
Lan Caiye and Yao Sheng dared not stay any longer. They simultaneously activated an escape secret technique, bursting forth with meteor-like speed, fleeing in two different directions.
Chu Siyuan stood in midair, sensing that Lan Caiye and Yao Sheng wanted to escape. His eyes sank, and he raised his right hand.
The Saint Qi surging from his palm rolled up.
The scroll fully unfurled, emitting a seven-colored light, once again manifesting the shadows of seven worlds, arranged one above the other, forming a towering pagoda that flew toward Lan Caiye, quickly catching up.
"No, I have cultivated for three hundred years. I will not die today..."
Lan Caiye gritted his teeth. The Water and Fire Dragon Pearls flew out from the palms of his hands, shooting straight into the sky.
The two dragon pearls, one blue and one red, one cold and one hot, spun rapidly, forming a circular imprint thirty miles in diameter, absorbing all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
However, before the Divine Painting of Life and Death, all resistance was futile.
The shadows of the seven worlds pressed down, shattering the circular imprint formed by the two dragon pearls with irresistible force.
"Bang, bang."
Then, two explosive sounds rang out.
The two dragon pearls, comparable to Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifacts, burst apart, turning into powder. The scorching and freezing power they released melted a hundred-mile-wide stretch of land into scorched earth and froze another hundred-mile-wide stretch.
Lan Caiye activated a divine communication technique, unleashing ten times his cultivation power, raising his arms to support the attack. He only held on for a moment.
The next moment, his body, like porcelain, was covered in dense cracks.
"Bang."
Lan Caiye's body exploded, both his physical body and Saint Soul destroyed.
Another Tongtian realm Saint had fallen. The Blood God Sect cultivators present all felt suffocated, unable to imagine just how terrifying Chu Siyuan's cultivation was.
"Old man Chu hasn't already surpassed the Saint realm and entered the Spiritual Power Saint King realm, has he?" Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
One must know that a Saint King in the Kunlun Realm was absolutely a top-tier overlord, each one having lived for nearly a thousand years. Even Saints might not necessarily get to see them.
Even the three Sword Saints of the Eastern Domain—Xuanji Sword Saint, Jiuyou Sword Saint, and Zangyue Sword Saint—were only Ultimate Saints, already considered the most powerful figures on the surface of the Eastern Domain.
Initially, Zhang Ruochen had always believed that Chu Siyuan's cultivation was likely at the eighth Saint realm, the "Ultimate Realm," on the same level as the three Sword Saints of the Eastern Domain.
Now it seemed that Chu Siyuan had probably reached an even higher realm.
Of course, it was also possible that Chu Siyuan had not yet reached the Saint King realm but relied on the Divine Painting of Life and Death to unleash the overwhelming power to crush all enemies in the Saint realm.
The gap in cultivation was too great. Zhang Ruochen simply could not see through the true cultivation levels of Chu Siyuan and the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen), only able to guess roughly.
In another direction, the Palace Master of the Kunzi Heavenly Palace and two Vice Palace Masters went to pursue the fleeing Yao Sheng, disappearing at the end of the earth.
"Is everything over?"
Elder Yuan Zhou breathed a slight sigh of relief, sat down cross-legged wearily, took out a healing pill, swallowed it, and circulated Saint Qi to refine the medicinal energy.
Suddenly, Elder Yuan Zhou's brows twitched. He opened his eyes again and muttered two words: "Not good."
Not only did Elder Yuan Zhou sense the danger, but all the Saints present also felt a terrifying wave of power surging from underground.
That wave of power made even Saints feel palpitations, several times stronger than the previous clash between Chu Siyuan and the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen).
"Boom."
On the shattered ground, scorching magma suddenly erupted, accompanied by large amounts of black smoke and hundreds of crimson lightning bolts, very much like a suddenly active massive volcano.
Zhang Ruochen inhaled a breath of cold air, struck by a surge of energy, and his body uncontrollably flew backward.
"Could it be... she's not dead?"
While flying backward, Zhang Ruochen opened his Heavenly Eye and looked toward the spot where the magma was erupting.
He saw that above the volcano, at the center of the smoke and lightning, stood a beautiful woman in a blood-red long robe.
On her back grew four pairs of blood-red wings, similar to but not exactly the same as those of the Undying Blood Clan. Her black hair had turned into a hundred thousand feet long, floating in the sky, with Saint light flowing through each strand.
One of those strands of hair flew past a mountain peak, directly cutting it in half. With a rumble, it collapsed.
"Indeed, not dead, and she has become even more terrifying."
Zhang Ruochen saw her face clearly. She was as beautiful as a celestial maiden, yet also very seductive. It was the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen), Qiu Yichi.
The Saints of the Blood God Sect were all stunned.
Then, all the cultivators felt a wave of cold power wash over them, as if they had fallen into an ice valley, their bodies turning cold, their legs and arms trembling uncontrollably.
Chu Siyuan held the Divine Painting of Life and Death, his whole body tense, holding his breath, and said, "You have finally reached that realm?"
The Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) stepped on the void, walking out step by step from the black smoke, with hundreds of lightning bolts still weaving around her. She said coldly, "If not for your pressure, I would not have been able to break through so quickly."
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen finally confirmed one thing: just now, the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) had broken through her limits and reached the Saint King realm.
The king among Saints.
Having suffered the suppression of the Hezhou Prefectural Official Seal, the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) had many wounds on her body, some of which would be fatal to ordinary cultivators.
But at this moment, the wounds on the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen)'s body were healing rapidly.
The power fluctuations emanating from her body were still climbing, growing stronger and stronger.
Chu Siyuan knew he was no longer a match for the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen). His gaze shifted to Zhang Ruochen, clearly asking if he still had any Saint-level Blood Suppression Talismans.
Only by using Saint-level Blood Suppression Talismans would they have a chance.
Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and shook his head gently.
Chu Siyuan's expression was even more bitter than Zhang Ruochen's, but he quickly regained his fighting spirit.
Then, from within Chu Siyuan's body, an extremely powerful surge of spiritual power flowed out, continuously pouring into the Divine Painting of Life and Death.
"I'll hold her off. Yue Shuzi, take that boy and flee immediately, as far away as possible."
Chu Siyuan's aged face showed a look of determination. After giving this order, he strode forward and took the initiative to attack the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen).
The Saints of the Blood God Sect also knew that Chu Siyuan was preparing to fight the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) to the death, buying time for everyone to escape.
"Swish, swish."
The sound of breaking wind rang out continuously. All the cultivators burst forth with their fastest speed, fleeing in different directions.
This way, no matter how powerful the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) was, she could not kill everyone.
The Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) stared at Chu Siyuan opposite her, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, revealing a smile that was both cruel and charming. She said, "I have become a king, a Saint King. How can you stop me?"
The Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen) extended a slender jade finger and pressed forward.
Just one finger, yet it unleashed unparalleled penetrating power.
"Seven Lives, Seven Deaths, Seven Worlds."
Chu Siyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying it onto the Divine Painting of Life and Death. The shadows of the seven worlds appeared again, more solid and grand than before, emitting a blood-red radiance.
However, the Sect Leader's Wife (Jiaozhu Furen)'s finger easily pierced through and struck Chu Siyuan's chest.
"Pfft."
Even though Chu Siyuan's body was wrapped in the Divine Painting of Life and Death, his chest was still pierced, his entire body caving in. The blood flowing from him completely stained the scroll red.
Yue Shuzi's eyes were bloodshot, burning with raging fury, but he restrained himself. He rushed to Zhang Ruochen's side, extended a hand, grabbed his left shoulder, and said, "Come with me."
"Wait a moment."
Zhang Ruochen took out a tattered talisman, held it in his hand, mobilized Saint Qi, and injected it in.
That talisman was like waste paper, making one worry it would break with a gentle rub.
"What are you still doing? Don't you know that to give us a chance to escape, Master might fall here?"
Yue Shuzi was very angry and no longer paid attention to Zhang Ruochen, preparing to forcibly take him away.
"Hiss—"
At that moment, the talisman in Zhang Ruochen's hand began to glow with specks of red light, like sparks or tiny blood spots.