Chapter 1667: We Are Just Defending Ourselves Passively
The ten Saint Kings, though decapitated, had not died.
As long as the Saint-Binding Chains on them could be undone, allowing their heads and bodies to reconnect, their powerful self-healing abilities would restore them.
Kong Lin, Wu Xiang, and the four Four-Winged Scarlet Angels did not want to watch the ten Saint Kings bleed to death, so they charged forward. The four Four-Winged Scarlet Angels each wielded a blood-red sacred sword, attacking Xiang Chunan.
"Come on, then! Grandpa Xiang is in the mood to kill today!"
Xiang Chunan's body was shrouded in a layer of demonic light. He swung his large iron hammer like a windmill, single-handedly facing off against the four Four-Winged Scarlet Angels.
"Boom!"
With one hammer strike, a Four-Winged Scarlet Angel at the Five-Step Saint King realm was sent flying backward, spitting blood.
The four Four-Winged Scarlet Angels were all shocked. This dark, brutish man's strength was monstrous, like a humanoid tyrannosaur. It was no wonder Feng Jian had been defeated by him.
The four joined forces to form a powerful sword formation, barely managing to hold Xiang Chunan to a draw.
Meanwhile, the other one—seemingly frail, harmless, and unassuming—was actually a greater threat than the ferocious brute.
If what Feng Jian said was true, and the human scholar was a space cultivator, then he had to be eliminated first.
Kong Lin's cultivation was even higher than the Four-Winged Scarlet Angels, reaching the Six-Step Saint King realm. He could easily fight across realms, and when fighting to the death, he could even contend with an Eight-Step Saint King.
The leaders of the top thousand major worlds were all extraordinary talents.
"Demonic Eye."
Kong Lin's eighteen pupils transformed into eighteen demonic abysses, unfathomably deep. As his demonic qi rumbled, eighteen blood-red demonic pillars shot out from his pupils.
Though it was just a glance, it was an extremely fearsome sacred art, infused with countless sacred dao rules. Even a Seven-Step Saint King would find it troublesome.
If it were a direct confrontation, Zhang Ruochen naturally could not block it.
However, he had set up a space maze formation here in advance, so he was not afraid.
Just as the eighteen blood-red light pillars were about to strike Zhang Ruochen, their trajectories twisted, looping around and shooting back at Kong Lin.
"Boom, boom!"
The eighteen blood-red pillars slammed into Kong Lin, dissolving into clouds of mist.
"Space power, indeed."
That attack had only been a probing strike from Kong Lin.
Next, he took out his Blood Refined Demon Mace and gripped it tightly. Layer after layer of sacred power light waves emerged from the mace, radiating a terrifying power fluctuation that would suffocate even Saint Kings.
"First, I'll break your space formation, then capture you and refine you into a sacred slave!" Kong Lin roared.
A cautious expression appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face.
He had not expected Kong Lin's full power to be so terrifying.
Here, Zhang Ruochen had only set up a small space maze formation. If the enemy's power was strong enough, they could still break through it.
"Swoosh—"
Zhang Ruochen's hand, hidden in his sleeve, moved swiftly, his fingers tracing.
A time imprint was formed.
On the Blood Refined Demon Mace, four layers of sacred power light waves emerged, unleashing a Fourfold Perfect Power, turning it into a world-destroying weapon.
At this moment, the Blood Refined Demon Mace truly possessed the power to annihilate worlds.
If unleashed in the universe, a strike from the Fourfold Perfect Power of the Blood Refined Demon Mace could wipe out all life on a small planet. Of course, in the Heavenly Court realm, especially on the Sealing God Platform, where space was stable and matter was dense, the destructive power of cultivators was infinitely suppressed.
Kong Lin transformed into a peerless demon god, raising the Blood Refined Demon Mace, causing space to tremble slightly. But the next moment, the time imprint landed on him, and a familiar sense of weakness spread through his entire body.
"Damn it, why is this happening again?" Kong Lin was extremely frustrated.
Back in the Moon God Dao Arena, when he fought Zhang Ruochen, Kong Lin had often experienced this weakness. After investigating, he found that his lifespan had decreased by over a hundred years.
That discovery had once terrified Kong Lin, leaving him restless.
The top cultivation techniques of the Black Demon Realm were all derived from the rubbings of the Kunlun Realm's supreme technique, the *Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription*. As a result, many techniques had flaws and were incomplete.
Thus, Kong Lin had always believed that the flaw in his Hell Refining Demon Technique was the cause of this phenomenon.
It was worth noting that, a hundred thousand years ago, the Black Demon Realm, like the Guanghan Realm, had been a major world under the Kunlun Realm faction.
Kong Lin had originally planned to return to the Black Demon Realm immediately and ask his master to help fix the flaw in his technique. However, he did not want to miss the opportunity of the Sealing God Platform Assembly, so he stayed for now.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Ruochen moved both hands simultaneously, unleashing dozens of space rifts that slashed toward Kong Lin.
"Swish, swish!"
Elsewhere, with Kong Lin's powerful cultivation, he could have dodged. But trapped in the space maze formation and weakened, even with all his effort, several space rifts struck his body.
"Pfft!"
Several shocking bloody wounds appeared on Kong Lin's powerful demonic body.
No protective talisman he activated could block the shattered space. The largest wound pierced through his chest, carrying away a mass of flesh and organs, nearly splitting Kong Lin in two.
This powerful world leader was severely wounded, shocking a large number of cultivators.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze shifted sideways, noticing a faceless monk darting toward the ten decapitated Saint Kings, trying to rescue them. The faceless monk's cultivation was formidable, emitting an aura comparable to a Four-Winged Scarlet Angel.
"Looking for death."
Zhang Ruochen pressed a palm to the ground.
The area enclosed by the eighteen formation flags erupted with dazzling sacred light.
Wu Xiang was about to reach the ten decapitated Saint Kings when he stepped down—but instead of solid ground, it felt like stepping into a trap.
His heart sank. He immediately channeled all his sacred qi, unleashing ten thousand zhang of golden light.
"Rustle!"
A vortex appeared beneath Wu Xiang's feet, pulling him in relentlessly.
The space within the vortex split open, turning into a storm of shattered space. In an instant, Wu Xiang's body was torn to shreds, reduced to minced flesh.
It was a space trap Zhang Ruochen had set up in advance. Once activated, even someone like Kong Lin would die, let alone Wu Xiang.
It was a shocking scene—a Five-Step Saint King powerhouse had fallen in an instant, body and soul obliterated.
At that moment, everyone realized that this dark brute and the human scholar were ruthless characters with terrifying strength. No wonder they could be friends with Feng Yan.
Who the hell were they?
On top of a jade-white alchemy pavilion, Ji Fanxin stood with a veil, like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world, exuding an otherworldly aura. A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes. "It's him."
The pollen Ji Fanxin had left inside Zhang Ruochen's body had already been refined and absorbed by the Sacred Devouring Flower. She recognized his true identity from the human scholar's every move.
In the Truth Heaven Domain, there were still some factions daring to challenge the Heavenly Realm faction. But who else besides Zhang Ruochen would dare to so openly kill so many Saint King-level experts of the Heavenly Realm faction?
On another towering alchemy pavilion stood a group of powerful figures from a different faction, one strong enough to rival the Heavenly Realm faction.
Among them were the Thousand Star Heavenly Maiden and the Heavenly Beginning Fairy.
A sixty-three-meter-tall golden giant sat cross-legged, exhaling golden clouds from his nostrils, laughing heartily. "Haha! Someone actually dares to provoke the Heavenly Realm faction like this. How refreshing! These two have real character!"
The Heavenly Beginning Fairy, like a goddess from a painting, stood in a haze of light, her flawless figure faintly visible. She said, "Since they are close to Feng Yan, could they be rising stars from the Eastern Dominator World, Pangu Realm?"
"Even if Pangu Realm wants to clash with the Heavenly Realm, would they be this bloody? If ten Saint Kings and Wu Xiang all fall, it might not alarm the gods, but it will certainly alarm many Great Saints."
"This person's space mastery is remarkable. If we could invite him to help attack that palace complex in the Inner South Garden, he might be of great help."
"How could we possibly invite him? Since Feng Yan is close to them, they must be serving the Pangu Realm faction."
...
The Thousand Star Heavenly Maiden's starry eyes held a hint of a smile.
She had used a special technique to see through the human man's true form.
"I knew it was you."
The Thousand Star Heavenly Maiden pondered for a moment, then waved her jade hand, leading two top experts of the Thousand Star Civilization out of the alchemy pavilion.
On the ground, another massacre occurred.
Zhang Ruochen triggered another space trap, killing a Four-Winged Scarlet Angel, leaving only bloodstained feathers on the ground.
The sword formation set up by the four Four-Winged Scarlet Angels collapsed on its own. The remaining three were no match for Xiang Chunan. With dozens of hammer strikes, he severely wounded all three.
Zhang Ruochen pointed a finger, and a sword dao profound energy shot out. With a "pfft," it pierced the brow of a Scarlet Angel. His head exploded, and his sacred soul shattered into fragments.
Watching the Four-Winged Scarlet Angels fall one after another, the Heavenly Realm faction's creatures outside the space maze formation were greatly provoked, howling and cursing Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan.
At the same time, they unleashed a barrage of Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifacts, bombarding the eighteen formation flags and the space maze formation.
"Boom, rumble!"
The ground shook violently, splitting open with cracks, as if the entire world was about to collapse.
The eighteen formation flags swayed violently. Soon, they were blasted out of the ground by the sacred artifacts. Not only that, but the space maze formation was also gradually broken through.
Zhang Ruochen finally stood up and said, "Everyone saw it—they attacked first. We are just defending ourselves passively."
The dozens of Heavenly Realm faction creatures on the other side, who had been attacking, were all startled by this familiar line. Based on their experience, every time those two said that, it was a prelude to a massacre.
Zhang Ruochen reached into the void with both hands, mobilizing space rules to fully unleash space power. Using the space maze formation, he altered the spatial structure of this area.
"Boom, rumble!"
The dozens of Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifacts launched by the Heavenly Realm faction creatures rushed into the space maze formation, wildly striking downward.
However, the targets of those sacred artifacts were not Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan, but Kong Lin, Feng Jian, and the two remaining Four-Winged Scarlet Angels.
"Boom, boom!"
The ten decapitated Saint Kings lying on the ground were hit first, all exploding into clouds of blood mist, dead beyond dead.