# Chapter 1791: The War God of Kunlun Realm
That big man, carrying a large chopping knife on his back with one thick, bare arm, looking like a butcher, laughed and said, "There's a seat over here. Come sit."
"Thank you."
Zhang Ruochen walked straight toward the wine table in the corner.
The steward of the Void Saint Tower, seeing Zhang Ruochen pass by and leave deep footprints on the floor, was startled. Realizing this was a person he could not afford to provoke, he dared not block him any further.
The other Saint realm cultivators in the building, witnessing this, also turned their gazes back to Zhang Ruochen.
"I misjudged earlier. Turns out he is a Saint realm expert who hides his aura without a trace." A tall woman dressed in a black silk long skirt murmured softly, then let out a light laugh.
Black light patterns interwove around her body, wrapping her like a silkworm cocoon, making it impossible to see her face or age clearly.
However, one could vaguely make out her translucent white skin, her towering peaks, and a body silhouette that seemed drawn by a master painter, exuding ultimate aesthetic beauty.
Opposite the black cocoon sat a white cocoon.
The white cocoon enveloped a soft and beautiful woman in a snow-white gauze dress, sitting there very quietly.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at them. Although they did not deliberately release their Saintly might, he could still sense two powerful waves of aura, judging them to be top-tier experts.
The butcher laughed as if no one else was around: "Brother, those two are the Black and White Dual Beauties of the Supreme White Realm—Black Phoenix and White Vermilion Bird. Ordinary cultivators can't handle them. Big brother here advises you not to provoke them."
Zhang Ruochen said nothing, only nodding lightly, then secretly observed the two beside him.
The butcher was addicted to alcohol, holding a three-foot-tall wine cauldron in his hands, occasionally taking a wild gulp. He asked Zhang Ruochen if he wanted a drink, but how could Zhang Ruochen drink wine from a stranger? Naturally, he declined.
The fair and chubby simpleton, however, did not touch a drop of alcohol, only burying his head in eating meat.
The attendants of the Void Saint Tower kept bringing dishes, but they could not keep up with the simpleton's eating speed.
In the time since Zhang Ruochen had entered, the simpleton had already devoured seventeen pots of meat, yet still seemed unsatisfied, continuing to wolf it down.
In the tavern, a group of cultivators discussed the recent major events in the Eastern Domain.
"The undead ghostly army keeps pouring out from the Underworld, trying to cross the Corpse River and enter Kunlun Realm. But many of the saints who descended from the Heavenly Court are guarding the banks of the Corpse River. Holy wars erupt there every day. The Fallen God Tomb Forest and the Corpse River are fighting until the sky goes dark and the earth turns upside down. Who knows how much longer the Heavenly Court's Saint army can hold out?"
"If the Corpse River defense line is breached, the entire Eastern Domain will suffer."
"Relax. Luo Water is near the Eastern Sea, separated from the Corpse River by who knows how many millions of miles. Those undead ghosts won't be able to attack here even if they spend another ten years."
"Don't be too optimistic. As far as I know, evil demons from Hell Realm have already reached Luo Water. How could the strange events happening in the fishing villages and towns around Luo City be unrelated to Hell Realm?"
Clearly, most of the cultivators present had heard of this matter and were naturally somewhat afraid.
A young girl's voice rang out: "I heard that Zhang Ruochen has returned to Yunwu Commandery. Why don't we all flee to Yunwu Commandery for refuge?"
Zhang Ruochen was somewhat surprised, not expecting to hear his own name.
That girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was quite delicate in appearance.
Beside her sat a dignified old woman, whose cultivation had reached the ninth transformation of the Fish-Dragon Realm. In the Luo Water area, she could be considered a figure of some importance.
Zhang Ruochen's reputation in Kunlun Realm, especially in the region around Yunwu Commandery, was enormous—to the point of being household knowledge. Even ordinary commoners had heard of him and knew he was a remarkable great figure.
The cultivators in the Void Saint Tower all whispered among themselves.
"Zhang Ruochen only returned not long ago. As soon as he got back to Yunwu Royal City, he killed several Saint realm enemies. His style is still as tough and domineering as ever."
That delicate girl spoke with a sharp tongue: "What kind of person is Zhang Ruochen? He can reattach three severed meridians; the nine Realm Sons are no match for him. He won't kneel before the Empress; he leads billions of troops to seize the Saintly Maiden. It's said that after he went to the Heavenly Court with Lady Moon God, he slaughtered in all directions, unbeatable among his peers. With such a figure stationed in Yunwu Commandery, who would dare to cause trouble?"
Clearly, that delicate girl greatly admired Zhang Ruochen. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke those words.
"Luo Water is too far from the sacred land of the Eastern Domain. The experts of the Imperial Court cannot protect us. Why don't we all go to Yunwu Commandery and ask Zhang Ruochen to take us in?"
"The evil spirits of Hell Realm will definitely not spare Luo City. I think we really should go to Yunwu Commandery. After all, Zhang Ruochen is the War God of Kunlun Realm."
Mocking laughter rang out: "Zhang Ruochen can't even save himself—he's like a clay Buddha crossing a river. And you want to seek his protection? Are you looking for death?"
"That's right. The Hidden Heart Venerable and Feng Chengdao of the Nether God Palace have cultivated for nearly two thousand years and are Nine-Step Saint Kings. With them making a move, Zhang Ruochen will be lucky to survive this month."
"Zhang Ruochen dares to call himself the War God of Kunlun Realm? Haha, that's hilarious!"
"Kunlun Realm has no one!"
"If we weren't unwilling to compete with the Nether God Palace, we, the Six Sons of Tianyuan, would not let him off for killing our junior disciple Feng Jian."
In a private room of the Void Saint Tower sat six cultivators in white robes.
On the surface, they appeared to be only thirty or forty years old. But Zhang Ruochen could tell that their true ages were likely over five hundred years.
"Feng Jian? Six Sons of Tianyuan?"
Zhang Ruochen frowned, seemingly having never heard of them.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's heart stirred, as if remembering something, and a smile appeared on his face.
Feng Jian—wasn't he the leader of the Heavenly Realm Faction's "Heavenly Track Realm" in the Truth Heaven Domain? He did indeed seem to have died by Zhang Ruochen's hand.
What a small world. Zhang Ruochen had no good feelings toward cultivators of the Heavenly Realm Faction.
That delicate girl was very angry: "Zhang Ruochen is indeed the War God of Kunlun Realm. You only dare to speak ill of him here. If you have the guts, go to Yunwu Commandery. He could take all six of you with one hand."
"Pfft."
One of the Six Sons of Tianyuan couldn't hold back his laughter and sprayed out a mouthful of wine.
"Are the humans of Kunlun Realm this ignorant? It was once one of the top five great worlds on the Myriad Realms Merit Ranking, yet now it's full of frogs at the bottom of a well?"
"Junior brother, you are a Seven-Step Saint King after all. Don't stoop to a little girl's level."
"What the senior brother says is true, but her words are just too ridiculous. A creature as insignificant as an ant doesn't know that the Zhang Ruochen she sees as a War God can be crushed by this king with a single finger."
That delicate girl was so angry she ground her teeth. She walked toward the private room, ready to argue with the Six Sons of Tianyuan, saying as she walked: "You are the frogs at the bottom of the well! You are the ignorant ones! Zhang Ruochen is truly powerful. If you really fought, you would definitely not be his match."
"How dare you!"
One of the Six Sons of Tianyuan, Tian Yuzi, let out a deep snort. A powerful Saintly might surged forth, covering the entire Void Saint Tower.
A series of "bang bang" sounds echoed through the building.
A large number of cultivators fell from their tables and chairs, pressed to the ground by that Saintly might, unable to move.
Tian Yuzi stood up abruptly, his tone sharp: "A mere mortal dares to act recklessly before six Saint Kings? Do you think that just because we don't bother with you, you can push your luck? Based on your words alone, this king could sentence you to death."
Suddenly, Tian Yuzi's eyes narrowed slightly. He noticed that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old delicate girl had not been forced to the ground by the Saintly might; she was still standing outside the private room.
Someone was using Saint Qi to protect her.
Tian Yuzi's gaze locked onto the cultivator who had released the Saint Qi—it was the lame man wearing the mask.
"Cripple, are you trying to meddle in matters that don't concern you?" Tian Yuzi said coldly.
Zhang Ruochen curled his lips in a sarcastic smile: "You, a Saint King of the Heavenly Track Realm, want to sentence a human of Kunlun Realm to death? What great Saintly might you have!"
The butcher stared at Zhang Ruochen, a smile on his face.
The simpleton stopped his voracious eating, looking at Zhang Ruochen with a dazed expression.
The Black and White Dual Beauties of the Supreme White Realm also looked at Zhang Ruochen, exchanging telepathic messages, discussing something unknown.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the Void Saint Tower became tense.
"Six lords, please calm your anger..."
The steward of the Void Saint Tower immediately walked toward the private room, apologizing to the Six Sons of Tianyuan, trying to pull the delicate girl back. But Tian Yuzi pushed him away with a single palm strike.
"Get lost."
Tian Yuzi's cultivation was extremely powerful. With a light push, the steward crashed "bang" into the wall, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"That's going too far," Zhang Ruochen said.
Tian Yuzi walked out of the private room, heading straight for Zhang Ruochen: "What if it is?"
"Junior brother, just teach him a minor lesson. We must follow the rules set by the Heavenly Palace and the Merit God Palace. We cannot kill people casually," said Tian Mingzi, the eldest of the Six Sons of Tianyuan, from inside the private room.
The Six Sons of Tianyuan were all top-tier experts among Saint Kings. Few cultivators present dared to offend them.
They all felt that the lame man had no need to provoke the Six Sons of Tianyuan over a mortal—it was asking for trouble. Of course, they also thought Tian Yuzi was too narrow-minded and lacked magnanimity. A dignified Seven-Step Saint King, yet he stooped to a little girl's level.
They dared not offend the Six Sons of Tianyuan, so no one intervened.
Zhang Ruochen still had his back to Tian Yuzi, letting out a laugh: "Lucky for you that mortal didn't die. Otherwise, you'd be paying with your life today."
"Oh? Then this king will kill a mortal and see if you can make me pay with my life." Tian Yuzi's five fingers formed a claw shape, shooting like lightning toward the delicate girl's head.
"Bang."
Tian Yuzi was sent flying, his body crashing through the wall of the Void Saint Tower and landing on the street.
Zhang Ruochen stood beside the delicate girl, slowly withdrawing his fist, as if he had done something effortless.
Many cultivators hadn't even seen how Zhang Ruochen reached the girl's side or how he sent Tian Yuzi flying with one punch. Their hearts trembled with shock.
So the lame man was this powerful.
"What speed! What explosive fist force!"
Black Phoenix blurted out, her beautiful eyes rippling as she stared at the lame man.
White Vermilion Bird had been observing Zhang Ruochen and transmitted to Black Phoenix: "This person's control over power is the most terrifying thing. Generally speaking, the force needed to send a Seven-Step Saint King flying would be enough to shatter mountains and crush peaks. But his punch sent Tian Yuzi flying without much residual force affecting the other cultivators in the building. Can you do that?"
Black Phoenix gently shook her head.
"I can't either," White Vermilion Bird said.