Chapter 1439: Slay Them All
The Daylight Arrow shot toward Qing Mo, slowing down more and more as it approached, until finally, like a spiritual snake, it circled around her once before soaring back into the sky and disappearing into the clouds.
Nanshu Supreme Saint’s palm was drenched in blood, and a deathly force invaded the wound, devouring her life force.
“Pfft.”
Nanshu Supreme Saint was decisive. Using her hand as a blade, she severed her right arm.
“Who? Who is it?”
Nanshu Supreme Saint endured the pain from her severed arm, staring in the direction the Daylight Arrow had flown, her entire body radiating a chilling murderous aura.
The saints of Blade Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm all released their spiritual power, probing the sky and underground around them, trying to find the cultivator who had fired the white arrow.
Being able to wound Nanshu Supreme Saint with a single arrow meant the opponent was undoubtedly a formidable figure.
Qing Mo, however, had clearly seen the Daylight Arrow and recognized it. Her bright, large eyes rolled slightly, revealing a mix of joy and worry.
“Could it really be him?”
Suddenly, Qing Mo spotted Zhang Ruochen’s figure. He was clad in a blood-colored armor, carrying the Azure Sky Bow and Daylight Arrow on his back. Appearing out of nowhere on the surface of the Giant Whale River, he seemed eerily out of place.
The saints of Blade Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm also noticed the blood-colored figure standing on the river. They immediately unleashed their Saint Soul Domains and erupted with powerful sacred energy.
Nanshu Supreme Saint’s eyes glowed with a dark purple sacred light. “Was it you who fired that sneak arrow?”
Zhang Ruochen remained silent, as if unwilling to speak.
Yumu Supreme Saint glanced sidelong at Qing Mo and said, “The purpose of that arrow was to save her. Are you also a saint from Kunlun Realm?”
Nanshu Supreme Saint’s eyes lit up. “That arrow just now carried a very special deathly force. It must be a formidable treasure. Could it be another Divine Relic Ancient Artifact?”
Zhang Ruochen’s lips curled slightly upward. Stepping on the river water, he walked forward slowly. “Even if it were a Divine Relic Ancient Artifact, you wouldn’t be able to take it.”
“Facing dozens of saint-level experts from Blade Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm, you dare speak such arrogant words. Are you that confident in your own strength?”
Nanshu Supreme Saint snorted lightly, then took a deep breath. From the wound on her shoulder, wisps of blood energy seeped out, forming a shape like dense blood vessels, constructing an arm. Gradually, the powerful blood energy actually condensed into bones, flesh, meridians, and skin. In moments, a snow-white, jade-like arm regrew.
She reached out with both hands, grabbing at the void.
“Boom.”
The surface of the Giant Whale River rose into two massive water pillars, forming two giant hands over a hundred meters long that pressed toward Zhang Ruochen from both sides.
The two hands, formed from river water, froze into ice, and the space between them also seemed to solidify from the cold.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes sharpened. Purifying Divine Flame surged from his body, turning into a sea of fire. In an instant, the two ice hands melted away.
The waters of the Giant Whale River began to boil.
Nanshu Supreme Saint’s expression shifted. “That’s… the legendary Purifying Divine Flame…”
Not far away, Yanju Supreme Saint and Yumu Supreme Saint also wore grim expressions, each taking out a Ten-Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact.
Yanju Supreme Saint’s artifact was a three-meter-long sacred blade, its body emitting an eerie light, with eight chains coiled around it, clattering as they moved.
Yanju Supreme Saint pressed his palm onto the blade, and the eight chains shot out, each becoming as thick as a water barrel and stretching dozens of miles long.
Zhang Ruochen watched the eight chains hurtling toward him and pressed his palm against the void. Instantly, the eight chains reversed direction, attacking the saints of Blade Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm.
“Bang, bang.”
Over a dozen saints with deep cultivation were sent flying by the chains. Even though they were prepared, they were still severely injured, collapsing into pools of blood.
No one understood better than Yanju Supreme Saint how terrifying Zhang Ruochen’s palm strike had been. If he hadn’t been standing behind the sacred blade, he too would have been sent flying by the force.
Was this person really at the Saint realm, and not a Saint King?
Suddenly, Yanju Supreme Saint felt a heavy pressure bearing down on him. His eyes filled with terror as he stiffly turned his neck.
There, the young man in blood-colored armor stood right before him.
Yanju Supreme Saint was terrified to the extreme, wanting to retreat, but found he couldn’t move his feet. His legs felt frozen stiff.
“Slap.”
Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm down onto Yanju Supreme Saint’s head, shattering all his bones into powder. His meridians, sacred meridians, and blood vessels snapped inch by inch. His body went limp, losing all signs of life.
With a single casual strike, he killed a Supreme Saint.
Nanshu Supreme Saint and Yumu Supreme Saint exchanged glances. Without hesitation, both activated a secret technique to boost their power. The sacred blood in their veins, the sacred energy in their meridians and sacred meridians—all ignited.
The auras of the two surged several times over.
The waves of energy radiating from them sent the other saints flying.
Those saints clearly realized Zhang Ruochen was a ruthless figure they couldn’t contend with, so they immediately fled into the distance.
“Shi Shenghua, they’re yours.”
Zhang Ruochen stared at Nanshu Supreme Saint and Yumu Supreme Saint opposite him, speaking calmly.
Shi Shenghua burst out from Zhang Ruochen’s body, transforming into a vast expanse of vines that spread across the ground, chasing after the fleeing saints.
At the same time, Nanshu Supreme Saint and Yumu Supreme Saint launched their attacks on Zhang Ruochen.
“Heavenly Hand.”
Nanshu Supreme Saint hovered in midair, pressing her five fingers downward. The sky grew dim, and a crushing force descended, as if she had mobilized the power of the entire world.
“Golden Glass Radiant Cover.”
Between Yumu Supreme Saint’s hands, a blinding golden light shone. The Golden Glass Radiant Cover, a Ten-Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact, unleashed its full power, pressing down toward Zhang Ruochen.
After activating their secret techniques, the two had indeed become formidable. If Zhang Ruochen hadn’t broken through to the True Saint realm, dealing with them would have been extremely troublesome.
But now…
Zhang Ruochen stood still, hands behind his back, eyes closed. A sword intent surged from within him.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword flew out, trailing a long streak of sword light as it slashed toward them.
“Swoosh.”
The “Heavenly Hand” was cut through. Nanshu Supreme Saint’s sacred body was severed at the waist by the sword energy, falling from midair, blood spilling onto the riverbank.
The Golden Glass Radiant Cover was sent flying, crashing back into Yumu Supreme Saint. The sound of breaking bones echoed from within his body. His torso caved in, and his internal organs were crushed into pulp.
But Yumu Supreme Saint’s life force was strong; he didn’t die. Hitting the ground, he immediately tried to flee into the distance.
This man in blood-colored armor was too powerful—they couldn’t defeat him. Flee, they had to flee…
Zhang Ruochen shook his head lightly, grabbed the Azure Sky Bow and Daylight Arrow, and fired a single arrow.
“Bang.”
Yumu Supreme Saint, who had fled hundreds of miles away, was pierced through by the Daylight Arrow. His body exploded, leaving only a bloody skeleton lying by the riverbank.
Then, Zhang Ruochen walked step by step toward Nanshu Supreme Saint’s upper half.
To Nanshu Supreme Saint, it felt like a god of death was approaching her. “Who exactly are you?”
“A dying person doesn’t need to know that much,” Zhang Ruochen said.
“The realm son of Blade Prison Realm is right here in the Giant Whale River basin. Someone must have already sent word to him. You won’t live long.”
Nanshu Supreme Saint’s eyes flashed with a cold light. Then, her entire body trembled, and a purple beam shot from her brow, surging into the sky.
She intended to self-destruct her sacred source, taking Zhang Ruochen down with her.
“Shua.”
Zhang Ruochen’s form flickered, appearing before Nanshu Supreme Saint. Purifying Divine Flame erupted from his palm as he pressed it down, shattering her head first, then burning it to ashes.
In less than a quarter of an hour, three Supreme Saints had been killed.
Zhang Ruochen searched Nanshu Supreme Saint’s body and found a storage pouch containing over a hundred bottles, holding 120,000 drops of blood and 370,000 strands of remnant souls.
The quantity wasn’t large, but the quality of the blood and souls was high.
Among them, there were over 140 drops of Rakshasa Marquis sacred blood and more than 350 strands of Rakshasa Marquis remnant souls.
Another hefty haul of merit points.
Next, Zhang Ruochen found the storage pouches of Yumu Supreme Saint and Yanju Supreme Saint, obtaining large amounts of Rakshasa blood and remnant souls.
While Zhang Ruochen was inventorying the treasures from the three Supreme Saints, Qing Mo picked up the silver kitchen knife from the ground, suppressed her aura, bent low, and tiptoed backward, trying to slip away unnoticed.
“Where are you going?”
Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Qing Mo, blocking her path.
Qing Mo looked up and immediately shook her head. “I… I don’t know anything…”
“Since you don’t know anything, hand over the Rakshasa blood and remnant souls you have first,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Qing Mo quickly covered the space ring on her finger. “You’re the Sacred Bright Crown Prince. How can you rob a girl’s things?”
That space ring was something Zhang Ruochen had given her.
“You can join Chi Yao in deceiving me, so why can’t I rob you?”
Zhang Ruochen walked toward her, grabbed Qing Mo’s wrist, twisted her arm behind her back, and removed the space ring from her finger. “This is mine. I’m taking it back now.”
“Let go, it hurts, it really hurts.”
Qing Mo broke free from Zhang Ruochen’s grip, rubbing her wrist. She crouched down pitifully, hugging her knees, her eyes misting over. Pouting, she looked like she was about to cry. “I didn’t want to deceive you. Why are you bullying me? I worked so hard to collect all that blood and those souls, and you just snatched it all away in one go… I didn’t provoke you, so why are you taking it from me?”
Zhang Ruochen examined the contents of the space ring and frowned. He glanced at Qing Mo with some disdain. “It’s been almost a month, and you’ve only collected thirteen drops of blood and seven strands of remnant souls? Is that all you’ve gained in the Ancestral Spirit Realm? Is that a lot?”
: . :