Chapter 1484: Beaten into a Grandson
The Rakshasa Princess’s delicate body was embedded in the stone wall, yet a laugh escaped her crimson lips: “Who is this guy, and why is he so arrogant?”
Zhang Ruochen said, “He possesses a True God’s body and is the Heaven-Earth Spiritual Root personally designated by that god from the Kunlun Realm. Even if he’s a bit arrogant, it’s only natural.”
The Rakshasa Princess let out a “pfft” laugh, her round chest heaving violently. “This consort has seen many Heaven-Earth Spiritual Roots, but never one like him. Could that god from the Kunlun Realm be blind, or a fool?”
“Possibly,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Qiu Yu naturally caught the sarcasm in the Rakshasa Princess’s words and felt quite displeased. He shifted his gaze from Zhang Ruochen to her.
The Rakshasa Princess’s appearance was stunningly beautiful, her aura seductive and alluring. Coupled with her yin-cold constitution, she held a unique attraction for Qiu Yu.
A flicker of jealousy passed through Qiu Yu’s eyes.
That bastard Zhang Ruochen, even after being expelled from the Kunlun Realm, was still thriving, always accompanied by stunning beauties.
Moreover, that woman’s constitution was extremely powerful. If he could dual-cultivate with her, it might even resolve the raging flame energy within him.
Just as this thought crossed Qiu Yu’s mind, his pupils met the Rakshasa Princess’s.
Her eyes were incredibly demonic, like two black holes, seemingly devouring all of Qiu Yu’s spiritual will.
Qiu Yu’s eyes went vacant and lifeless. His body swayed, then plummeted straight down from midair.
From the stone wall, the Rakshasa Princess’s lips curled slightly, revealing a captivating smile: “Such a weak will, and they still cultivate him as a Heaven-Earth Spiritual Root. It seems I overestimated the Kunlun Realm before.”
Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth, bloodshot eyes fierce. Suppressing the pain in his body, he lifted the Abyssal Ancient Sword, charged out of the stone wall, flew down the cliff, and slashed downward.
As Qiu Yu fell rapidly, fiery patterns suddenly appeared at his brow, dispelling the power of the Rakshasa Princess’s demonic eyes. His gaze sharpened again.
Above his pupils, the blade of the Abyssal Ancient Sword descended, closer and closer.
“Not good…”
Qiu Yu was, after all, a top-tier prodigy. He reacted in an instant, rapidly circulating his sacred Qi and injecting it into the fist gloves on his hands.
“Sizzle.”
Two patches of crimson fire clouds surged from the gloves.
A sword energy capable of splitting mountains and cracking earth collided with the two fire clouds, sending Qiu Yu plummeting even faster.
“Boom.”
Qiu Yu crashed heavily into the ground, forming an enormous crater filled with rubble and sending up a thick ring of dust. Bloody gashes appeared on his face, arms, and legs.
Although Qiu Yu’s true form was a parasol tree, he was now in human form, with blood flowing through his veins.
Before Qiu Yu could crawl out of the pit, Zhang Ruochen thrust his sword straight down, aiming for Qiu Yu’s brow.
Qiu Yu let out a roar, raising his right hand. The flames from his glove grew even more terrifying, coalescing into a ten-zhang-tall fiery divine shadow.
“Boom!”
This clash drove Qiu Yu deeper into the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but he managed to block the Abyssal Ancient Sword.
First, this was because Qiu Yu’s cultivation had advanced significantly, reaching the Supreme Saint realm.
Second, the gloves Qiu Yu wore were no ordinary items—they were part of the “Flame God Armor.”
Legend had it that the Flame God Armor was the battle armor of a god from the Kunlun Realm during the Middle Ages. It possessed extraordinary defensive power and could enhance a cultivator’s combat strength.
Zhang Ruochen was severely injured. The clash with Qiu Yu only worsened his wounds, intensifying the pain within him.
The Rakshasa Princess had partially recovered her strength. Like a green butterfly, she flew down from above, reaching out with five fingers to retrieve the sacred staff that the Bone Phoenix had knocked away earlier.
“Need help?” the Rakshasa Princess asked.
Zhang Ruochen said, “No, I’ll deal with him myself.”
Qiu Yu emerged from the bottom of the rubble pit, covered in bloody sword marks, looking quite disheveled. He growled, “If she hadn’t ambushed me, you wouldn’t have been able to wound me! Zhang Ruochen, I’ve been training like crazy too, all to defeat you with my own hands.”
Zhang Ruochen couldn’t be bothered to argue. He directly activated his spatial power, unleashing seven spatial rifts.
Qiu Yu immediately leaped into the air, dodging the spatial rifts. He crossed his arms, causing ancient runes to appear on his two Flame God arm guards. Then, a beam of flame poured down, striking at Zhang Ruochen below.
Zhang Ruochen unleashed the Buddha Emperor Relic, colliding it with the flame beam.
The two forces stalemated in midair, sending ripples of energy outward, dyeing the surrounding space half gold and half red.
With one hand supporting the Buddha Emperor Relic, Zhang Ruochen used the other to control the Abyssal Ancient Sword, executing the Flying Sword Art to launch a fierce attack on Qiu Yu.
From within Qiu Yu’s body, golden branches sprouted, clashing with the Abyssal Ancient Sword.
Though they looked like branches, they were as tough as forged metal, and even the sharpness of the Abyssal Ancient Sword struggled to cut them. Soon, the dense branches enveloped the sword.
“Even at your peak, you’re no match for me. And now, with your severe injuries, what’s the point of fighting on? Why not just beg for mercy?”
Because he had once begged Zhang Ruochen for mercy at the Demon Sect’s headquarters, Qiu Yu harbored a deep grudge.
“Beg for mercy?”
Zhang Ruochen gave a cold, mocking laugh, then mobilized his spatial power. In an instant, his form vanished from its spot.
Space Teleportation.
Qiu Yu sensed something was wrong and quickly withdrew his power, raising both hands to form a flame domain a hundred zhang in diameter.
“Flame God’s Soul.”
A fiery divine shadow manifested behind Qiu Yu.
Zhang Ruochen stepped out of space, appearing right in front of Qiu Yu. He then activated the second level of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, gathering the power of a hundred mid-level saints, and struck Qiu Yu’s chest with a palm.
Panic flashed in Qiu Yu’s eyes.
He had expected Zhang Ruochen to use Space Teleportation to appear behind him and attack from the rear, so he had summoned the Flame God’s Soul for defense.
Who would have thought Zhang Ruochen would attack from the front?
It was too late to dodge now.
“Boom.”
Zhang Ruochen’s heavy palm struck Qiu Yu’s chest, sending blood spraying from his mouth and nose as he flew backward like a cannonball.
Before Qiu Yu could stabilize himself, Zhang Ruochen used Space Teleportation again, appearing before him and delivering another palm strike.
“Thud, thud.”
From then on, Zhang Ruochen completely dominated the battle, leaving Qiu Yu with no chance to fight back, only to passively take hits.
Feng Mo, accompanied by three major figures from the Knife Prison Realm, entered the Qifeng Sacred Mountain. Watching the one-sided battle on the mountain, he wasn’t surprised at all, but still asked the Rakshasa Princess, “Demon Consort, who is Zhang Ruochen bullying now?”
“Some clueless fool with a grudge against him, it seems.”
The Rakshasa Princess’s gaze fixed on the two gloves and two arm guards on Qiu Yu, her eyes burning with interest. With her experience and knowledge, she naturally recognized the origin of the Flame God Armor.
Without the support of the Flame God Armor, Qiu Yu would have collapsed long ago after taking so many palm strikes from Zhang Ruochen.
Among the three who arrived with Feng Mo, one was the Realm Son of the Eight Divisions Realm, named “Yuan Hun.”
Yuan Hun looked quite young, wearing loose monk’s robes, with an inch-long crew cut and a string of vajra prayer beads in his hand. His spirit was full and robust.
The other two…
Were actually two savage beasts with divine beast bloodlines, transformed into human form—a male and a female, named “Zhentian Hu” and “Jinchibao.”
Both stood over two meters tall, quite burly, with cultivation levels at the Half-Saint King stage.
Zhentian Hu said gruffly, “Better let Zhang Ruochen finish this quickly. Discussing business is the priority.”
Feng Mo was about to send a voice transmission to Zhang Ruochen when he saw a figure flying sideways toward him. He quickly sidestepped to dodge.
“Thud.”
Qiu Yu crashed heavily to the ground, his body twisted and deformed, many parts turning into wood. He lay there, barely breathing, unable to continue fighting.
Zhang Ruochen landed from midair, feeling a surge of blood rushing to his throat, threatening to spill out.
But when he saw Feng Mo, Yuan Hun, Zhentian Hu, and Jinchibao standing nearby, he swallowed the blood back down.
The four experts from the Eight Divisions Realm appearing together—even if they initially intended to cooperate with him—would likely attack him immediately if they discovered he was severely injured.
Zhang Ruochen and Feng Mo were only acquaintances, after all.
“Lingyan Mo Fei” was also a Realm Son of the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm. With Mo Yin and Han Qiu not yet returned, Zhang Ruochen was now surrounded by crises, walking on thin ice.
Thus, Zhang Ruochen forced himself to suppress his injuries, standing upright and projecting an image of strength. He then took out a Saint-Binding Chain he had seized from a first-class marquis and bound Qiu Yu.
Qiu Yu was furious, shouting, “Zhang Ruochen, if you have the guts, let me go, and we’ll fight again!”
“Beaten into a grandson, and still so mouthy. Ptooey, don’t disturb our business.”
Zhentian Hu stomped on Qiu Yu’s head, driving his face into the dirt, then spat a large glob of saliva.
His spit was copious, soaking Qiu Yu’s head completely.
“Zhang Ruochen, our Realm Son wants to discuss exchanging merit points with you. Look…” Jinchibao said.
Zhang Ruochen ignored Jinchibao, dragging Qiu Yu with the Saint-Binding Chain to search for A Le, who had been knocked into the abyss below the cliff by Qiu Yu.
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen didn’t even glance at him, Jinchibao felt Zhang Ruochen was too arrogant and grew angry, his claws surging with powerful sacred energy.
Feng Mo advised, “Even Ning Dongliu is no match for Zhang Ruochen. Do you dare to attack him?”
Jinchibao recalled Ning Dongliu’s terrifying strength, twitched his mouth, and withdrew his sacred energy.
Yuan Hun stared at Zhang Ruochen’s back, sensing that his injuries were severe, and that he was only putting on a strong front.
Yuan Hun wanted to test him, but his peripheral vision caught “Lingyan Mo Fei” watching him.
“Lingyan Mo Fei is a major problem. With her watching, now isn’t the time to attack Zhang Ruochen. Let’s exchange merit points first, then find an opportunity to test him later,” Yuan Hun thought to himself.