Chapter 1910: Annihilated
Wangqiu Divine Son and Jiumu Heavenly King were slain one after another, and even Xia Wenxin was severely wounded and forced to retreat from the Sword Grave. How could the cultivators of the Undying Blood Clan dare to continue fighting?
However, the cultivators of the Undying Blood Clan understood that Zhang Ruochen was only this powerful within the Sword Grave.
Thus, they all withdrew from the Sword Grave at the fastest possible speed.
"Stay right there."
Zhang Ruochen ignored the Undying Blood Clan army and locked onto Xue Tu Divine Son instead.
With the Abyssal Ancient Sword and the Blood Drop Sword at the core, a torrent formed by countless war swords surged forward, sweeping toward Xue Tu Divine Son in a mighty wave.
"I cannot fight this head-on."
Xue Tu Divine Son controlled the Wujian Hell Tower and decisively charged out of the Sword Grave.
His speed was not slow, but with the empowerment of space and time power, the sword torrent moved even faster. In moments, it caught up with him.
"Zhang Ruochen."
Xue Tu Divine Son gritted his teeth and roared out these three words.
His eyes blazed with fury, filled with a hatred that bordered on madness.
All of this was because of the Sword Grave, because of the Yin Spirit's assistance, because of the sudden arrival of the Blood Drop Sword—each factor disrupted his plans time and again, forcing him to retreat.
If this battle were to spread throughout the Hell Realm, cultivators would surely mock him.
Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.
Anyone could see that they had truly lost the momentum.
Gritting his teeth, Xue Tu Divine Son slashed his wrist, allowing a large amount of his essence blood to flow out and merge into the Wujian Hell Tower.
The Wujian Hell Tower immediately began to spin rapidly, releasing a massive amount of hellfire.
During this process, it continuously retreated backward.
"Boom."
The Abyssal Ancient Sword and the Blood Drop Sword combined, slashing out a cross-shaped sword light that pierced through the Wujian Hell Tower's defenses and struck Xue Tu Divine Son directly.
The precious robe on Xue Tu Divine Son's body shattered instantly, his physical defenses were broken, and a cross-shaped sword wound appeared on his chest, nearly cutting his body into several pieces.
Xue Tu Divine Son spat out a torrent of blood, his aura becoming weak and sluggish.
Although he had saved his life, he was severely injured and no longer had the strength to fight.
Just as Zhang Ruochen prepared to deliver a finishing blow, the Wujian Hell Tower emitted a terrifying divine might, dispersing the sword torrent.
"Whoosh."
The Wujian Hell Tower carried Xue Tu Divine Son and instantly left the Sword Grave.
Immediately after, a powerful divine force erupted, forcibly tearing space apart, and the Wujian Hell Tower plunged into it, vanishing without a trace.
"Within the Wujian Hell Tower, there is a remnant divine soul. Xue Tu Divine Son used a blood sacrifice to awaken that remnant divine soul, using it to drive the Wujian Hell Tower to tear space and escape." The Blood Drop Sword Spirit explained in a cold, clear voice.
"What a pity."
Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen frowned and sighed: "Xue Tu's combat power is almost unmatched among those below the Great Saint realm. Even Yan Liren, who was called the Tenth Emperor eight hundred years ago, might not be his match. Letting such a great enemy escape will bring endless trouble."
"That remnant divine soul awakened, and even I could not stop him. However, he is severely injured, having damaged his very foundation, and will not recover anytime soon." The Blood Drop Sword Spirit said.
If not for the remnant divine soul, even if Xue Tu Divine Son had fled the Sword Grave, she would still have been confident in stopping him.
"Then I will wait until next time to kill him."
Zhang Ruochen nodded, not dwelling on it too much.
Zhang Ruochen believed that with the assistance of the Sundial, his cultivation realm would advance rapidly. By then, even without the geographical advantage of the Sword Grave or the power of the sixteen patriarchs, he might still be able to contend with Xue Tu Divine Son.
On the other side, while Zhang Ruochen was dealing with Xue Tu Divine Son, the cultivators of the Undying Blood Clan had all withdrawn from the Sword Grave and were now rushing to escape from Zhenyu Ancient Clan.
"Thank you, patriarchs."
After thanking the successive patriarchs of the Skyward Sword, Zhang Ruochen flew out from the massive sacred shadow formed by the sixteen patriarchs.
Once outside the Sword Grave, he could no longer borrow the patriarchs' power and had to rely on himself.
Fortunately, the Undying Blood Clan was already in disarray and no longer a threat.
Led by Xia Wenxin, the Undying Blood Clan army quickly approached the opening that Xian Xian had torn open earlier. Only through there could they leave Zhenyu Ancient Clan.
"Wonderful, wonderful. There is no path here. Where do you think you can escape?" Zhenmiao Little Daoist revealed himself, a smug expression on his face.
Earlier, when the Abyssal Ancient Sword and the Blood Drop Sword appeared, he had followed Zhang Ruochen's instructions to block the Undying Blood Clan's retreat.
As a formation saint master, although he could not fully control the ancient divine patterns, he could still manage a portion, and that was enough to deal with the Undying Blood Clan.
He had already retrieved the thirty-six formation flags that Xian Xian had used to tear the ancient divine patterns and rearranged them, temporarily sealing the torn ancient divine patterns back together.
The thirty-six formation flags could be used to set up a ninth-rank formation, a true treasure, and now they all belonged to him.
"Charge through."
An Undying Blood Clan expert growled, launching an attack at Zhenmiao Little Daoist without hesitation.
The pursuers were closing in. If they could not open a path, they might not escape at all.
"Do you think I am a vegetarian? If you want to break through, go ahead and try." Zhenmiao Little Daoist crossed his arms over his chest, a look of disdain on his face.
Before him, seven Divine Throne Planets were lined up, forming a powerful ninth-rank formation.
"Boom."
Various war weapons and sacred arts were unleashed, bursting into brilliant light.
Zhenmiao Little Daoist chuckled, looking completely at ease. He truly did not believe these people could break through a ninth-rank formation.
What did numbers matter?
The seven Divine Throne Planets had already merged with the ancient divine patterns, their power endless.
The reason Xue Tu Divine Son had managed to escape was by using the remnant divine soul and divine power to forcibly tear space. The incomplete divine patterns outside Zhenyu Ancient Clan naturally could not stop him.
But what could the remaining Undying Blood Clan rely on to tear the ancient divine patterns?
Knowing that Xian Xian was already dead, Zhenmiao Little Daoist was completely fearless.
Soon after, Zhang Ruochen, leading Bao Lie, Murong Yue, Xiang Chunan, and others, caught up and surrounded the remnants of the Undying Blood Clan army.
"Xia Wenxin, you are not leaving today."
Zhang Ruochen held the Abyssal Ancient Sword, walking forward step by step, his gaze locked onto Xia Wenxin.
Xue Tu Divine Son had escaped, and he could not let Xia Wenxin get away as well.
Xia Wenxin also looked at Zhang Ruochen, a smile appearing on his face: "Zhang Ruochen, to be honest, I underestimated you before, and that was a mistake. Perhaps back in the Eastern Domain, I should have found a way to eliminate you. This time, you have truly won, and won beautifully. I look forward to crossing swords with you again."
"Do you think you can still escape?"
Zhang Ruochen became alert, spreading his arms. The Qingtian Floating Pagoda and the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror both flew above his head, releasing powerful supreme power.
The woman in red was even more direct, wielding the Blood Drop Sword and striking at Xia Wenxin immediately.
"I never thought the last chance to use the Realm Escape Talisman would be here." Xia Wenxin shook his head.
"Boom."
The sword light from the Blood Drop Sword arrived in an instant but was blocked by a divine light that flew out from between Xia Wenxin's brows.
Zhang Ruochen struck with the Qingtian Floating Pagoda and the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror, but the result was the same—they could not get close to Xia Wenxin.
A strange light flickered in the woman in red's eyes as she stared at Xia Wenxin, but she did not strike again, knowing it would be futile.
The next moment, space trembled, and divine light enveloped Xia Wenxin, who vanished in an instant.
"What happened? How did that guy get away?" Xiang Chunan said.
Having just watched Xue Tu Divine Son escape, and now seeing Xia Wenxin flee as well, Xiang Chunan was extremely frustrated.
Ji Fanxin seemed to know something about the Realm Escape Talisman and said: "Xia Wenxin used what seems to be an ancient talisman. Even if a Great Saint personally intervened, they could not stop him."
Those divine sons of the Undying Blood Clan all had life-saving measures.
Jiumu Heavenly King and Wangqiu Divine Son also had them, but their methods were not as powerful as Xue Tu's or Xia Wenxin's, so they were still killed.
"Although those two escaped, the cultivators of the Undying Blood Clan must be wiped out completely. Only by killing them until they are terrified will they understand that there are people in Kunlun Realm they cannot provoke."
Zhang Ruochen raised his hand, and a Space Collapse Scroll flew out.
"Boom."
A large area of space collapsed instantly, engulfing many Undying Blood Clan warriors.
Faced with space power, those Undying Blood Clan warriors had no resistance at all. Even Saint Kings were torn apart.
"Hmph."
With a heavy snort, Zhang Ruochen struck again.
Space was forcibly torn open, creating multiple massive cracks like a giant beast opening its bloody maw, greedily devouring the Undying Blood Clan.
"Kill, do not let a single one escape."
Bao Lie roared, charging into the enemy camp first.
The others did not hesitate, all charging forward.
With Bao Lie, Murong Yue, and others attacking, the Saint King realm experts of the Undying Blood Clan quickly fell one after another. The remaining ones no longer posed any threat.
The Undying Blood Clan had already been terrified into submission. They could not even form battle formations and only wanted to flee, but there was no escape.
The outcome was already decided. No miracle could occur.
After a fierce battle, the cultivators of Zhenyu Ancient Clan annihilated all the Undying Blood Clan.
There was no need for mercy when dealing with the Undying Blood Clan.
"We won. We actually won."
Many murmured, as if in a dream.
Faced with the Undying Blood Clan's frenzied assault, they had despaired time and again. No one had expected that they could still turn the tables in the end.
"Junior sister, do you see? Senior brother has avenged you."
"Grandfather, we have defended the Sword Grave. Rest in peace."
"Father, rest assured. From now on, I will take on the responsibility of guarding the Sword Grave."
Many people in Zhenyu Ancient Clan wept, mourning their relatives and friends.
Although they had won, no one could smile. Too many clansmen had died in this battle, their homes reduced to ruins. Their hearts were filled with sorrow.
"Win? This is only the beginning."
Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly, feeling a surge of emotion.
Kunlun Realm was now riddled with wounds, with Hell Realm experts constantly invading. The war had only just begun, and the future would be even more brutal.
Perhaps one day, the entire Kunlun Realm would be destroyed. By then, who knew how many would survive.