Chapter 1890: Flick of the Finger Sets Space
“What about the other half?”
Even the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King was somewhat curious.
“Zhang Ruochen hasn’t used his full strength yet,” Xia Wenxin said.
“How is that possible? An Eight-Step Saint King fighting the Martial Realm Divine Son to this extent is already astonishing. How could he still be holding back?” the Long-Faced Divine Daughter exclaimed.
Xia Wenxin said, “In the Eastern Domain Sacred City, I once saw Zhang Ruochen take action. He possesses a Supreme Sacred Artifact.”
The cultivators on White Bone Mountain fell into collective silence.
If an Eight-Step Saint King wielded a Supreme Sacred Artifact, even in a direct confrontation, he could pose a certain threat to a Dao Domain realm powerhouse.
Moreover, that Eight-Step Saint King was the Heir of Time and Space, Zhang Ruochen.
“With the power of space and time, Zhang Ruochen is practically invincible. If he adds a Supreme Sacred Artifact, he can attack and defend freely.”
The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King smiled and said, “This battle is getting more and more interesting. It seems Zhang Ruochen is indeed a considerable test for the Martial Realm Divine Son.”
Yun Dizi said, “The Martial Realm Divine Son’s cultivation is far superior to Zhang Ruochen’s. He holds the upper hand.”
The cultivators present, having reached their current realms, were no ordinary people.
They understood better than anyone that true strength came from one’s own cultivation. Relying on external objects and techniques, even if one gained the upper hand, was ultimately inferior.
The Martial Realm Divine Son touched the bloodstain on his cheek, his gaze turning fierce. He couldn’t help but glance toward White Bone Mountain, as if he could already see Yun Dizi, the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King, and the others mocking and despising him for being injured while fighting an Eight-Step Saint King.
Zhang Ruochen noticed this and followed the Martial Realm Divine Son’s gaze toward the distant white cloud.
“Your strength is decent, but from now on, you won’t have any more chances.”
Feeling humiliated, the Martial Realm Divine Son became genuinely angry and let out a deep roar: “Every Blade of Grass a Soldier.”
A golden mark appeared on his forehead, emitting a blinding radiance like the sun. Wherever the golden light passed, everything on the ground turned to metal.
Rocks, grass, water, soil… all seemed forged from gold, rising from the ground to condense into twelve golden giants.
Each golden giant exuded an aura no weaker than a Dao Domain realm cultivator.
Even without the suppression of the Gate of Destiny, Zhang Ruochen would find it incredibly difficult to defeat these twelve golden giants. Moreover, the Gate of Destiny suppressed his strength by four or five times.
“This man’s combat power is no less than that of the Blood Bee Shura King with his swarm of Blood Emperor Bees. He’s a fearsome figure. And could there be even more terrifying Undying Blood Clan experts hidden in the shadows?”
Zhang Ruochen executed a Great Space Teleportation, appearing dozens of miles away, and rushed toward the Town Prison Ancient Clan.
“Trying to escape? Not so easy.”
“Touch Turns to Gold.”
The Martial Realm Divine Son pointed into the distance. A mountain over a thousand meters high in front of Zhang Ruochen turned into a metal mountain, rising from the ground to crash toward him.
This attack not only blocked Zhang Ruochen’s path but also forced him to retreat.
Zhang Ruochen stepped onto the metal mountain, rapidly ascending to its peak. Then, he leaped over a hundred miles, landing within the area of the ancient divine patterns.
Though these divine patterns were incomplete, their power was still extraordinary.
It was these divine patterns that kept the Undying Blood Clan experts outside the Town Prison Ancient Clan.
“You can’t escape.”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
…
Six golden figures descended from the sky, crashing into the ground in front of Zhang Ruochen, raising thick clouds of dust.
When the dust cleared, Zhang Ruochen saw six golden giants positioned at specific distances and angles, sealing off all his escape routes.
Behind him, the Martial Realm Divine Son and the other six golden giants slowly approached.
“Your maximum distance for space teleportation shouldn’t exceed a hundred miles, right? As long as you keep fleeing toward the Town Prison Ancient Clan, no matter how you use space teleportation, one of my golden warriors will reach you in the blink of an eye. You can’t perform a second space teleportation in that time.”
“And while you’re fighting that golden warrior, the attacks from me and the others will have already landed on you.”
“So, even if you’re the Heir of Time and Space, you have no way out today.”
The Gate of Destiny floated behind the Martial Realm Divine Son, iron chains like steel dragons coiled around him, and a dazzling golden light shone from his forehead. Each step he took toward Zhang Ruochen sounded like a death knell.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, “Who told you I was trying to escape? Retreating to the edge of the divine pattern formation was just to prevent your companions from interfering in our battle. To be precise, I don’t want anyone to save you when I kill you.”
The Martial Realm Divine Son’s eyes narrowed, but he soon smiled again. “Trying to scare me? Playing mind games? Unfortunately, with such a clear gap in cultivation, mind games are meaningless. Now, let me end this battle.”
“Clatter.”
The Martial Realm Divine Son pressed his palm forward, and the chains coiled around him shot out like serpents.
At the same time, a golden beam shot from his forehead.
Wherever the beam passed, rocks and soil melted instantly, turning into rivers of gold.
Zhang Ruochen smiled faintly, forming a finger sword with his right hand. He controlled the Abyssal Ancient Sword, which flew out to clash with the chains before following them to strike at the Martial Realm Divine Son.
Meanwhile, the Azure Sky Floating Pagoda emerged above his head, radiating Supreme power to protect his entire body.
“Bang, bang.”
Whether it was the iron chains, the golden beam from the Martial Realm Divine Son’s forehead, or the attacks from the golden warriors, all were blocked by the Supreme power.
For the moment, they couldn’t break through the Azure Sky Floating Pagoda’s defense.
On White Bone Mountain, the Divine Sons and Divine Daughters who knew Zhang Ruochen possessed a Supreme Sacred Artifact showed puzzled expressions.
“Zhang Ruochen is using a Supreme Sacred Artifact for defense? Is he that afraid of death?”
“So Zhang Ruochen is this foolish. If it were me, I’d use the Supreme Sacred Artifact to attack the Martial Realm Divine Son. Only a Supreme Sacred Artifact could injure him. Using it for defense… Hmph, such defense might hold for a while, but it will eventually be broken. After all, at the Eight-Step Saint King level, he can’t continuously power a Supreme Sacred Artifact.”
“It seems the outcome is decided. Xia Shenzi, this time, you were truly mistaken.”
Xia Wenxin said, “It’s too early to draw conclusions. Didn’t you see Zhang Ruochen send a sword to attack the Martial Realm Divine Son?”
“Does Xia Shenzi think the Martial Realm Divine Son can’t block a single sword strike from an Eight-Step Saint King? Even if Zhang Ruochen has cultivated a Sword Soul, he has no chance of winning against an opponent like the Martial Realm Divine Son.”
Xia Wenxin fell silent again, his eyes fixed on the sword flying toward the Martial Realm Divine Son.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword dragged a long sword light, spinning continuously. Countless sharp sword auras flew around the blade, like a black rain of swords, heading straight for the Martial Realm Divine Son’s vital points.
“Ignorant. This level of attack is useless against me. But this sword seems to be of decent quality. I’ll take it.”
The Martial Realm Divine Son laughed, raised his right hand, and pressed down with five fingers. A powerful surge of Sacred Dao force erupted, shattering all the sword auras into nothingness.
This single move was enough to terrify countless Dao Domain realm experts.
“Summon Weapon Art.”
Then, the Martial Realm Divine Son used a mysterious sacred art, directly seizing the Abyssal Ancient Sword and suppressing it in his palm.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword trembled violently but couldn’t break free.
“A sacred sword forged from Creation Material. Excellent. It might even evolve into a Supreme Sacred Artifact one day.” The Martial Realm Divine Son was both surprised and delighted.
Seeing the Martial Realm Divine Son’s joyful expression, Zhang Ruochen’s lips curled slightly. “Even the Heir of Time and Space’s sword dares to take? You’re too careless.”
“What do you mean?”
The Martial Realm Divine Son instinctively sensed danger, and the next moment, his entire body trembled as a wave of intense weakness spread through him.
“Bang, bang.”
Weakened, the Martial Realm Divine Son could no longer control the twelve golden warriors.
They all exploded, turning into golden powder.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword broke free from the Martial Realm Divine Son’s suppression, letting out a sharp “clang” as it flew back to Zhang Ruochen. Sword in hand, Zhang Ruochen used space teleportation to appear beside the Martial Realm Divine Son.
“It’s time power… You used time power to cut away my lifespan… The time power was attached to that sword…”
The Martial Realm Divine Son was furious, but he knew that in his current state, he was no match for Zhang Ruochen. He quickly attached a talisman to himself and retreated rapidly.
“Not bad. You figured out the problem so quickly. Your combat experience is indeed rich. Impressive.”
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword horizontally, cutting the Martial Realm Divine Son’s body in two before he could retreat, blood spraying everywhere.
However, with the Undying Blood Clan’s monstrous vitality, this strike hadn’t killed the Martial Realm Divine Son.
Zhang Ruochen moved forward swiftly, preparing to deliver another strike.
On White Bone Mountain, Xia Wenxin’s handsome face showed a smile. “So this was Zhang Ruochen’s killing move. The Martial Realm Divine Son still has some skill, at least forcing out Zhang Ruochen’s trump card.”
Xia Wenxin flicked his finger, and the God-Slaying Cross Shield flew from his fingertip, transforming into a massive cross a hundred zhang long, illuminating thousands of miles in blood red.
Divine patterns flowed on the cross shield, and faintly, one could see a god nailed to it, divine blood turning into rivers flowing between the sky and the earth.
“Boom.”
The God-Slaying Cross Shield plunged into the ground beside Zhang Ruochen, sending dirt and stones flying.
At that moment, space was frozen.
Zhang Ruochen’s raised Abyssal Ancient Sword was just an inch away from piercing the Martial Realm Divine Son’s forehead. But he became motionless, as if turned to stone.
“The Heir of Time and Space, frozen in space, just like that ridiculous Xumi Saint Monk back then. A master of time and space, yet exiled into the River of Time. Haha.” The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King laughed loudly.