# Chapter 1310: Three Great Sky-Passing Blood Generals Arrive Together
Becoming a saint before reaching a hundred years of age was absolutely a heaven-defying genius, yet being called a frog at the bottom of a well caused Xue Sheng's hair to stand on end, with flames erupting from the top of his head.
Xue Sheng's hands clasped together, and the green sacred sword flying above his head trembled violently, releasing thousands of sword qi.
However, Qiu Lanshan stopped him, saying, "You are no match for him. Withdraw first."
"Academy Master, I refuse to accept this."
Xue Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, unwilling to sheathe his sword.
A ring of formless energy surged from Qiu Lanshan's body, restraining Xue Sheng. Then, with a dignified gaze, he stared at Zhang Ruochen standing opposite him, saying, "You made a very correct statement earlier—words cannot be spoken carelessly. Do you know how much damage such a 'frog at the bottom of a well' evaluation can do to a saint's reputation? Xue Sheng refuses to accept it, and I, this saint, also refuse to accept it. You said you could use Zhu Qingyi's life to exchange for something more important. What exactly is this 'more important thing' you refer to?"
Zhang Ruochen said, "That is not for public disclosure."
Qiu Lanshan was not a person with deep mental cultivation. Hearing Zhang Ruochen's response naturally made him quite angry—a mere junior actually dared to show him such disrespect.
"Regardless of whether you have truly defected to the Undying Blood Clan or not, since you are stopping us from killing Zhu Qingyi, you are opposing all of humanity."
Qiu Lanshan no longer showed any courtesy. He extended two fingers and formed a sword seal.
A powerful sword intent converged from the east, south, west, and north directions, forming a sword domain that locked onto Zhang Ruochen, preventing him from escaping.
Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly and said, "Your sword path attainments are not bad. You have already cultivated Sword Four to great perfection."
Sword Four represented the four directions of heaven and earth.
With Zhang Ruochen's sword path attainments, he could see through Qiu Lanshan's achievements in the sword path at a single glance.
"Whoosh!"
On Qiu Lanshan's finger, countless grain-sized sword qi rapidly rotated, forming four rings of sacred light. Then, they transformed into a series of sword qi, striking toward Zhang Ruochen's brow.
This was a killing move, intended to take Zhang Ruochen's life.
Zhang Ruochen's brow furrowed even more tightly. This person, without clarifying the truth of the matter, directly attempted to kill him. Such conduct was truly chilling.
"How dare you."
Qing Mo pressed both palms forward simultaneously.
Between her palms, a dazzling silver light radiated. A kitchen knife spun rapidly, forming a huge silver blade qi vortex.
"Boom."
The sword qi struck the center of the silver vortex, colliding fiercely. Then, both of them simultaneously exploded backward, creating a long distance between them.
The other human saints were also impacted by the blade qi and sword qi, all retreating to a distance.
Qiu Lanshan showed an expression of disbelief, never expecting that a soft and weak little girl could block his full-force finger sword strike.
The other human cultivators were even more astonished.
"A mere maidservant can actually match Qiu Lanshan evenly. As her master, that mysterious man's strength is probably even greater."
"No wonder he dared to call Xue Sheng a frog at the bottom of a well—he had full confidence."
"What background does that mysterious man have? Why haven't we heard of such a figure in the Kunlun Realm before?"
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The discussions were incessant, and Qiu Lanshan felt even more humiliated. He reached into the void, and a white light flew out from between his brows, condensing into a serpent-shaped sacred sword.
The leader of the Black Market First Class Hall was a mortal enemy of Qiu Lanshan. Seeing the serpent-shaped sacred sword in Qiu Lanshan's hand, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he laughed, "The Nether Serpent Sword, ranked eighty-fourth on the Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact List. Qiu Lanshan is finally going to use his true strength."
Qing Mo was not to be outdone. She mobilized the sacred qi within her body, continuously pouring it into the silver kitchen knife, preparing to activate the source power within the blade.
Just then, Zhang Ruochen caught a faint scent of blood and looked northward.
To the north of Fate Lake, a patch of blood mist rose.
Within the blood mist, a huge figure was running rapidly. With every step, a loud sound rang out, and the earth trembled.
Finally, that huge figure burst out of the blood mist, extending a fist as large as a water vat, striking toward Qiu Lanshan.
As the fist imprint emerged, a fierce gale swept through heaven and earth, producing a howling sound.
Qiu Lanshan's expression changed. He knew that a peerless powerhouse of the Undying Blood Clan had arrived. He immediately activated the Nether Serpent Sword with all his might, unleashing the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force within the sword, and slashed it forward.
"Boom."
On the fist, tens of thousands of sacred dao rules intertwined, shattering all the sword qi with overwhelming power and directly colliding with the Nether Serpent Sword.
Qiu Lanshan felt as if an iron mountain had crashed into his body. His body uncontrollably flew backward, falling onto the surface of Fate Lake. All his internal organs were displaced, and intense pain surged through him.
"What terrifying power," Qiu Lanshan thought to himself.
He saw a three-zhang-tall blood saint standing by the lakeshore, wearing battle armor, with four sky-covering blood wings on his back, giving a feeling of looking up at a lofty mountain.
It was the Sky-Passing Blood General of the Demon Heaven Tribe, Miefeng Blood Saint.
The human saints present also recognized Miefeng Blood Saint, showing expressions of fear.
It was worth noting that Miefeng Blood Saint's fearsome reputation was on par with Zhu Qingyi's.
"Excellent timing. This is a perfect opportunity to eliminate two Sky-Passing Blood Generals at once."
Although Qiu Lanshan was wary of Miefeng Blood Saint's formidable strength, with dozens of human saints present, there was no need to fear him.
Miefeng Blood Saint stood upright by the lakeshore, his powerful body like an unshakable blood tower. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a mocking expression appeared on his face: "Just you people?"
Another patch of blood cloud flew from afar, hovering at the edge of Fate Lake.
The Sky-Passing Blood General of the Qitian Tribe, Kongqian Blood Saint, wearing golden armor and holding a golden long spear, flew out from the blood cloud.
With a boom, Kongqian Blood Saint landed on the ground. The sacred dao power emanating from his body sent the two nearest Martial Market Bank elders flying sideways.
The next moment, the Sky-Passing Blood General of the Fengtian Tribe, Sijian Blood Saint, walked out from the forest. He had four arms, each hand gripping a cold, gleaming sacred sword.
Three Sky-Passing Blood Generals had arrived in succession, each a figure of fearsome reputation. The atmosphere immediately became tense.
As for Xue Sheng, seeing the Sky-Passing Blood Generals at their peak state, he was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hid among the other human saints.
Even Qiu Lanshan was no longer as aggressive as before, his expression turning somewhat somber.
Miefeng Blood Saint did not put them in his eyes. His eyes, as large as bowls, fixed on Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo, and he sneered, "What a narrow path for enemies. How have you two been?"
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Not bad."
"Hand over Zhu Qingyi, and this saint will leave you with a whole corpse," Miefeng Blood Saint said.
Zhang Ruochen said, "Right now, I am the one holding the bargaining chips. Is this the tone you use to negotiate?"
"Who is negotiating with you? I want you dead."
Miefeng Blood Saint did not care much about Zhu Qingyi's life or death. He was only worried about how to explain things to Situ Fengcheng and Zhongying Wang, which was why he mentioned it.
Since Zhang Ruochen refused to release the prisoner, he did not say another word and directly struck out with a fist imprint.
It must be said that a figure at the level of a Sky-Passing Blood General was indeed extraordinary.
Just as Miefeng Blood Saint threw his fist imprint, all the scenes before Zhang Ruochen's eyes turned blood red. This showed that this fist imprint had caused even the rules of heaven and earth to undergo subtle changes.
In the distance, Qiu Lanshan's expression became extremely ugly. The fist imprint Miefeng Blood Saint had thrown was even more powerful than the previous strike. This single punch could probably injure him.
"Whoosh"
Zhang Ruochen remained calm and composed. He grasped the void with both hands, executing the technique of space distortion, redirecting the power of Miefeng Blood Saint's fist imprint to the side, flying out from his right.
A strange light flashed in Miefeng Blood Saint's eyes. He was somewhat puzzled—how could such a domineering punch deviate from its course?
By the time he withdrew his fist technique and stabilized his stance, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo had already reached the surface of Fate Lake, heading toward Wuyuan Island at the center of the lake.
"Fate Lake contains a incomplete killing formation left by a Great Saint, yet they dare to charge straight through."
"They are probably left with no choice. After all, their opponent is Miefeng Blood Saint. Only by choosing this path can they possibly find a way to survive against all odds."
Those human cultivators no longer doubted Zhang Ruochen's identity, but they all felt he was too reckless. Charging into Fate Lake was undoubtedly seeking death.
Miefeng Blood Saint clearly knew that Fate Lake was extremely dangerous. After hesitating slightly, he ultimately gave chase: "Offending this saint leaves only a path to death. No matter where you flee, it is useless."
Zhang Ruochen glanced behind him, a smile appearing in his eyes. He pointed his finger at a certain position on the lake's surface.
"Whoosh"
Instantly, the killing formation was activated. A whirlpool appeared on the lake's surface, and Miefeng Blood Saint was right at the edge of the whirlpool.
Miefeng Blood Saint's expression changed drastically. He rapidly circulated the sacred qi within his body and broke free from the whirlpool.
However, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking his neck and leaving a shocking wound.
Fortunately, his physical body was powerful enough to withstand it; otherwise, his head would have already separated from his body.
Miefeng Blood Saint watched Zhang Ruochen, who was getting closer and closer to Wuyuan Island, feeling quite shocked. He thought to himself, "This person did not trigger the killing formation. How can his formation attainments be so profound?"
After suffering a loss, Miefeng Blood Saint did not dare to continue pursuing, worried that Zhang Ruochen would use the power of the Great Saint's remnant formation against him again.
The human saints were also shocked, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Who exactly is this person? How can even the Great Saint's remnant formation not harm him?"
"Even Miefeng Blood Saint suffered a great loss. This person's methods are truly extraordinary. No wonder he could capture Zhu Qingyi."
Xue Sheng gritted his teeth, his hands clenched tightly, and his expression became even uglier. He finally realized that the gap between himself and Zhang Ruochen was indeed enormous.
On the other side, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo had already set foot on Wuyuan Island.