Chapter 1551: The Terrifying Sword
That day, Wu Hao had been coerced and enticed by Shang Zihong and others, forced to feign submission just to preserve his own life. However, the humiliation Shang Zihong inflicted upon him at that time filled him with immense rage, which he merely suppressed and did not reveal.
Wu Hao was a man of great ambition, naturally unwilling to remain under others’ control forever. Thus, over the past month, he had made various preparations, all for this day’s battle, aiming to devour Zhang Ruochen and the several top experts under Shang Zihong’s command in one fell swoop. Among them, the treasures carried by Zhang Ruochen and Wang Xu were the most precious. As long as he obtained them, he would have nothing to fear even if he later confronted Shang Zihong. Although some unexpected events occurred during this process, overall, everything remained within his control.
In Zhang Ruochen’s view, people like Wu Hao were even more detestable than Hun Wang and Wang Xu.
“I’m curious, when did you come into contact with Shang Zihong?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
“A month ago, when I left Yuanxu Peak Holy Land. You can never imagine the humiliation I suffered.” Wu Hao clenched his teeth, his fingers cracking loudly as he squeezed them.
Hun Wang’s voice was deep and cold. “I’m somewhat curious. What makes you think you can devour all of us?”
Wu Hao gradually suppressed the anger in his heart and instead burst into laughter. “Zhang Ruochen possesses a talisman that can severely wound you. As a Realm Son, what status do I hold? Since I’ve made up my mind to deal with you, how could I not have brought some trump cards?”
“So, you’re saying the trump cards you hold can kill me at full strength?” Hun Wang was probing Wu Hao, trying to gather more information.
“Of course.”
Wu Hao was confident, and even though he knew Hun Wang’s intention, he didn’t care at all.
Hun Wang’s phosphorescent eyes fixed on Zhang Ruochen. “Zhang Ruochen, I know you still have some tricks up your sleeve. How about we temporarily cease hostilities? Let me deal with him first, and then we can fight again, what do you say?”
In Hun Wang’s view, the biggest threat now was Wu Hao, and the priority was to eliminate him first.
Zhang Ruochen used the Abyssal Ancient Sword to support his body as he slowly stood up, smiling. “I have no objection.”
“In your current state, you still want to kill me?”
Wu Hao’s eyes sharpened, his long hair flying wildly. A crackling sound came from within his palm as a dazzling sacred radiance emerged. He suddenly swung his hand forward, striking down at Hun Wang.
Hun Wang was, after all, a fifty-sixth-rank Spiritual Power Saint King. Even severely injured, he was not to be underestimated. Thus, Wu Hao regarded him as a major threat and aimed to eliminate him first.
In their eyes, the heavily injured Zhang Ruochen at this moment seemed to pose little threat.
Zhang Ruochen was naturally happy to stand aside and watch the show, eager to see what other tricks they had up their sleeves.
“Yi Emperor, it’s time for you to awaken.”
Hun Wang sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering softly. The residual Spiritual Power within him surged out, pouring into the White Bone Saint Staff. The bones of the staff, joint by joint, revealed black patterns. These patterns surged out, coalescing into a black humanoid skeleton. At the same time, the skull at the top of the staff lifted its head, two ghostly flames burning in its eye sockets.
The mere sacred might emanating from the skeleton caused Wu Hao’s Sacred Soul to tremble violently, as if a supreme emperor was staring at him, making his hands and feet feel icy cold.
The humanoid skeleton extended a bony finger and pointed forward.
“Bang.”
The finger, with irresistible force, pierced through Wu Hao’s palm, leaving a bloody hole, forcing Wu Hao to retreat dozens of zhang.
“This staff of mine was forged from the spine and skull of a human Great Saint, with a wisp of the Great Saint’s Sacred Soul sealed within the skull. Just a small amount of Spiritual Power can activate it, unleashing powerful attacks.” Hun Wang chuckled darkly.
Wu Hao raised his hand, looking at the cup-sized bloody hole in his palm, his expression growing even colder. “A Great Saint is indeed an emperor of the Sacred Path, but a dead Great Saint, with only a spine and a skull left, how strong can it be? I have no time to waste with you. Let’s end this battle now.”
Wu Hao clasped his hands together, and from between his brows, a scroll flew out. The scroll slowly unfurled, emitting a crimson glow. Ten beastly shadows emerged within the glow, radiating ten powerful sacred mights, each comparable to a Saint King.
“You actually brought out the Wu family’s clan-guarding treasure, the ‘Ten Spirit Battle Chart’?”
Even the usually composed Hun Wang’s face changed drastically.
“It’s just a replica, not the real chart, but it’s more than enough to deal with you.”
Wu Hao raised his hands above his head and softly shouted, “Souls of the Ten Ancestors, Bodies of the Ten Spirits, aid me in slaying the enemy.”
“Roar!”
From the Ten Spirit True Chart, ten war beasts charged toward Wu Hao’s body, merging with the souls of the ten ancestors within him. Wu Hao seemed to transform into the king of all beasts. Clenching his fist, he struck violently at the black skeleton.
“Boom.”
The overwhelming power of the Sacred Dao surged outward, spreading in all directions.
“Indeed, these people are all well-prepared, each with their own means of killing.”
Zhang Ruochen quickly retreated to a distance, silently warning himself that in the Heavenly Court Realm, he must never underestimate his enemies at any time.
Zhang Ruochen took out a Heavenly Gang Purple Fire Talisman, moving his steps, waiting for the right moment to eliminate both of them.
Suddenly, a sword cry that pierced the eardrums came from beyond the sky.
“Whoosh—”
Above the purple formation diagram, a sharp sword light descended like the Heavenly River falling to the earth, its momentum vast, tearing apart the black clouds. Looking up from the ground, it seemed as if the sky had been split in two, causing even Wu Hao, who was fiercely attacking Hun Wang, to shudder. He quickly withdrew his sacred power and retreated, temporarily halting.
The next moment, a tall, purple-clad beauty followed the sword light, breaking in.
The purple-clad beauty held a dazzling sacred sword. Her figure was graceful, her hair like clouds and mist, and the purple garment on her body emitted dense electric sparks. She seemed like a peerless exiled immortal descending from the heavens, or like the ancient Goddess of Lightning reborn between heaven and earth, leaving people in awe.
Yet, the cold light in her eyes was even sharper than the sword aura emanating from her. No man could probably meet her gaze.
Seeing this figure, Hun Wang’s heart sank, realizing that today’s assassination had failed.
Wu Hao also sensed something was wrong. An outsider breaking in meant variables had occurred, especially since the sword immortal-like, stunningly beautiful woman possessed profound cultivation.
Only Zhang Ruochen revealed a faint smile, then quietly put away the Heavenly Gang Purple Fire Talisman.
The purple-clad beauty landed directly beside Zhang Ruochen. Seeing that he was unharmed, her extremely sharp eyes softened slightly.
Though she was worried to death, she still maintained a cold demeanor, not revealing her feelings. She simply asked calmly, “How badly are you injured?”
“It’s fine,” Zhang Ruochen said.
The purple-clad beauty knew Zhang Ruochen always liked to put up a brave front. But seeing that the woman he cared about most, Mu Lingxi, was lying in a pool of blood, she knew the assassination he had faced today was no ordinary matter.
“Who exactly wanted to kill you?” the purple-clad beauty asked.
Zhang Ruochen shrugged. “You probably won’t believe it, but the two people who wanted to kill me were just fighting each other. Quite interesting.”
The purple-clad beauty’s gaze swept over Hun Wang and Wu Hao, and the sacred sword in her hand let out another cry.
“Yi Emperor, let’s go.”
Hun Wang could sense that the purple-clad beauty’s strength was formidable, and today’s assassination had already failed. So, he acted decisively, grabbing the black skeleton’s spine and turning into a streak of dark light, flying toward the sky at incredible speed.
“You think you can escape after killing someone in Likusheng Domain?”
The purple-clad beauty swung her sword through the air, and a long streak of Sword Dao Profound Gang descended, striking the fleeing Hun Wang a hundred zhang away.
Hun Wang roared, raising the White Bone Saint Staff with both hands, trying to block the sword with the residual power of the Great Saint within the staff.
“Pfft.”
The Sword Dao Profound Gang, with irresistible force, tore through the Great Saint’s residual power and struck Hun Wang, cutting his body in two. A large amount of sacred blood rained down from the air.
Hun Wang’s Sacred Soul, already severely damaged, shattered into pieces under the attack of the Sword Dao Profound Gang.
A notorious evil figure from the Soul Realm was utterly annihilated.
Seeing this, Wu Hao was terrified.
He had fought against the White Bone Saint Staff for a long time and knew well how powerful the Great Saint’s residual power within the staff was. Yet, that immense power was shattered by the purple-clad beauty with a single sword strike.
How terrifying was that sword?
The purple-clad beauty raised her sacred sword again, pointing it at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. He forced himself to stay calm and said, “Zhang Ruochen, I am the Realm Son of Guanghan Realm. Even if I am at fault, only the Moon God can judge me. If you kill me, you will offend the entire Wu family. Do you know how vast the Wu family’s power is in Guanghan Realm? Offending the Wu family will leave you with no place to stand in Guanghan Realm.”
Guanghan Realm was in a state of reconstruction and was in great need of talent, and he, Wu Hao, was a top-tier talent. Moreover, the Moon God would certainly show some face to Wu Zu. So, Wu Hao believed that if the Moon God judged him, he would at most receive a severe punishment but would not be killed.
In the distance, Wen Shucheng also reminded Zhang Ruochen, “Divine Envoy, no matter how great Wu Hao’s mistake, he is still the Realm Son of Guanghan Realm. Killing him might bring you great trouble.”
“Whoosh—”
The purple-clad beauty’s starry eyes showed disdain. She snorted coldly and, without any hesitation, swung her sword in a vertical slash with fluid grace.
Wu Hao didn’t expect the purple-clad beauty to be so eager to kill him. He had no choice but to mobilize the power of the Ten Spirit Battle Chart and the souls of the ten ancestors, striking out with both palms to block the sword.
“Pfft.”
The Sword Dao Profound Gang was indestructible, directly shattering the ten beastly shadows and landing on Wu Hao. The sacred armor on Wu Hao’s body was like paper, instantly pierced, leaving only a long bloody line.
Moments later, Wu Hao’s body split in two, falling to the left and right, with bloody organs scattered all over the ground.
The purple-clad beauty sheathed her sacred sword, staring at the corpse on the ground, and said coldly, “I am not a cultivator of Guanghan Realm.”
Zhang Ruochen did not stop her, instead revealing a smile and praising, “As expected of the Flying Feather Sword Saint, your Sword Dao attainments leave me in awe. Thank you this time.”
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