Chapter 1965: Battle Against Canglong
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ruochen brought Ling Feiyu and Ruan Ling out of the Moon Worship Demon Sect and appeared on the boundless Tonglu Plain.
The Qiankun Realm opened, and Zhang Ruochen summoned the Evil Spirit. The three of them then landed on the Evil Spirit's head.
Zhang Ruochen handed the Saint-Binding Rope to Ling Feiyu and said, "You watch her. I'll deal with Canglong."
Ling Feiyu took the Saint-Binding Rope and looked at Canglong and his group flying over at high speed. A trace of worry flashed in her eyes. "Canglong is very strong and not easy to deal with. Let's return to Wuding Mountain. I'll mobilize all the power of the Sacred Sect to deal with him together."
The Wuding Mountain they had just been on was merely an illusion, not the true main altar of the Demon Sect, "Wuding Mountain."
"No need to worry. As long as Ruan Ling is in our hands, we hold the initiative. Precisely because Canglong is strong, I want to fight him," Zhang Ruochen said.
Hearing this, Ling Feiyu gave Zhang Ruochen a deep look and then said, "Be careful."
Zhang Ruochen revealed a confident smile, moved his body, and flew toward Canglong and the others who were chasing them.
"Shua."
Ling Feiyu raised the Sky-Burying Sword and pointed it at Ruan Ling's brow.
If anything went wrong, she would not hesitate to strike and take Ruan Ling's life.
Ruan Ling sneered coldly. "Zhang Ruochen is too arrogant. He will definitely die at Canglong's hands. Just wait to collect his corpse. Watching the man you love being killed must be heartbreaking, right?"
"Zhang Ruochen won't die. You, on the other hand, are laughable. You thought you could control the whole situation, but your cleverness backfired. You never expected to fall into Zhang Ruochen's hands, did you? This is the result of underestimating Zhang Ruochen!" Ling Feiyu said coldly.
Fortunately, Canglong and Ruan Ling were confident they could toy with Zhang Ruochen and didn't use her to threaten him. Otherwise, it would have been truly troublesome.
Ruan Ling said nothing more, but a cold killing intent flashed in her eyes. This time, she had indeed suffered a major setback—gaining nothing and letting Zhang Ruochen take full advantage.
If she had acted even a moment later, she might have lost her chastity to Zhang Ruochen.
Now that things had come to this, she could only hope that Canglong would suppress Zhang Ruochen and hand him over to her for slow torture.
"Zhang Ruochen, dare you fight me?" Canglong roared.
Zhang Ruochen stood in midair, his gaze casually sweeping over Canglong and the others. "Why wouldn't I dare? I came to Wuding Mountain precisely to fight you. If I kill you, I wonder what expression the Nether God will show?"
When he had first returned to the Kunlun Realm, he had encountered strong warriors from the Nether God Temple. Clearly, the Nether God was targeting him, deliberately sending many experts to the Kunlun Realm to deal with him.
It made sense. The Nether God had only two sons—one personally killed by Zhang Ruochen, and the other dead because of him. How could the Nether God not hate him?
To earn the enmity of a god was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
"Enough talk. Prepare to die." Canglong roared and struck without hesitation.
He had already reached the limit of his rage and was now venting it, eager to tear Zhang Ruochen into pieces.
Black light swirled around Canglong's body, gathering on his fist as he punched toward Zhang Ruochen.
"Roar."
A heaven-shaking dragon roar rang out as a black dragon hundreds of feet long flew from Canglong's fist.
Zhang Ruochen was unafraid. He immediately struck out with a palm, summoning a Great Saint-level dragon soul that met the massive black dragon head-on.
"Boom."
The black dragon and the azure dragon collided violently, then flew back separately.
In their first exchange, neither side gained any advantage.
"Kill."
Canglong used a ghostly movement technique, instantly appearing close to Zhang Ruochen. One hand transformed into a dragon claw, reaching straight for Zhang Ruochen.
The dragon claw was not an illusion but a real claw taken from an Immortal Realm black dragon.
Canglong had expended tremendous effort to refine the Immortal Black Dragon Claw, along with the black dragon soul, into his arm, making it one of his greatest trump cards.
With this Black Dragon Arm, he could easily crush ordinary Path-Approaching Realm experts.
Seeing the black dragon claw coming, Zhang Ruochen did not dodge. Instead, he clenched his fist and punched out.
A large amount of Saint Qi surged forth, pouring into the Fire God Fist Gloves and Arm Guards. They instantly turned crimson, erupting with blazing flames and rising into a red fire cloud.
"Bang."
Zhang Ruochen's body shook violently. He took three steps back before completely dissipating the terrifying force carried by the black dragon claw.
His physical body was indeed strong, reaching the level below a Great Saint, but Canglong possessed an Immortal Black Dragon Claw, making him even more formidable.
If not for the Fire God Fist Gloves and Arm Guards, he might have suffered some loss from that head-on clash.
With a flicker of his form, Zhang Ruochen distanced himself from Canglong and quickly took out the Flowing Light Merit Armor, putting it on.
"Do you think you're the only one with Flowing Light Merit Armor?" Canglong snorted, also quickly taking out a set and putting it on.
As a leader of the Nether God Temple and even the entire Ruiya Realm, he had long since ascended the Heavenly Court's Saint King Merit Ranking, ranking quite high. He had obtained the Flowing Light Merit Armor much earlier than Zhang Ruochen.
After putting on the Flowing Light Merit Armor, Canglong's speed increased dramatically, truly like flowing light. He once again closed in on Zhang Ruochen, his black dragon claw aiming for Zhang Ruochen's heart.
With his strength and the Immortal Black Dragon Claw, even if Zhang Ruochen wore the Flowing Light Merit Armor, Canglong was confident he could tear out Zhang Ruochen's heart with one claw.
"Shua."
The Eight Dragon Umbrella appeared, with over 120,000 inscriptions surfacing and releasing perfect power.
"Clang."
The Eight Dragon Umbrella blocked the black dragon claw, preventing Canglong from succeeding.
Then, eight golden dragons flew out from the Eight Dragon Umbrella. They were solid and indistinguishable from real dragons, all crashing into Canglong.
Although Canglong was not injured, the eight golden dragons knocked him back repeatedly.
"Break for me."
Canglong roared, producing a silver sacred blade in his hand. He slashed down at the Eight Dragon Umbrella like lightning.
"Boom."
The eight golden dragons instantly shattered, unable to withstand the blade's light.
The blade light was unstoppable, then striking the umbrella surface of the Eight Dragon Umbrella.
With that single slash, the golden light on the Eight Dragon Umbrella dimmed, all inscriptions retracted, and a shallow white mark appeared on the umbrella surface.
"Monarch Sacred Artifact."
Zhang Ruochen's expression changed slightly as he quickly put away the Eight Dragon Umbrella.
Although the quality of the Eight Dragon Umbrella was very close to a Monarch Sacred Artifact, it was fundamentally far inferior and could not withstand the attacks of a Monarch Sacred Artifact. If it took two more slashes, it might be damaged.
Compared to the Monarch Sacred Artifact from Biyun Sea, Canglong's Monarch Sacred Artifact was even more powerful. It contained nearly 300,000 King-level inscriptions, with a sharp blade edge that was truly indestructible.
"Zhang Ruochen, the Nether Moon Blade was bestowed upon me by my master specifically to deal with you. Let's see how many slashes you can withstand." Canglong's eyes gleamed coldly.
Monarch Sacred Artifacts were extremely precious. If not for dealing with Zhang Ruochen, the Nether God would never have granted him the Nether Moon Blade.
Canglong raised the Nether Moon Blade high, gathering nearly 500,000 Saint Dao rules, which merged with Saint Qi and continuously poured into the blade.
At the same time, within a radius of 4,500 li, 30% of the world's rules were mobilized and converged toward the Nether Moon Blade.
Being able to mobilize 30% of the world's rules within 4,500 li indicated that Canglong's strength was extremely formidable, not far from the combat power of an Immortal Great Saint.
In fact, with the Immortal Black Dragon Claw, Canglong could barely exchange a few moves with an Immortal Great Saint.
Seeing this, Ling Feiyu's eyes showed a trace of worry. She wished she could help Zhang Ruochen.
Ruan Ling sneered, "Provoking Canglong means Zhang Ruochen is doomed. He won't last a few moves. Release me now, and you and Zhang Ruochen might still temporarily save your lives. Otherwise, you'll have to go to the underworld as a pair of miserable lovers."
Ling Feiyu's gaze was icy. Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the Sky-Burying Sword pierced Ruan Ling's brow, drawing a drop of crimson blood.
Feeling Ling Feiyu's killing intent, Ruan Ling dared not say another word. She was genuinely afraid Ling Feiyu would thrust the sword in.
At this moment, Giant Dragon Spirit Lord, Nine-Headed Dragon Crown Prince, Zifeng Saint King, and the five Nether God Temple experts were all standing by. They very much wanted to rescue Ruan Ling.
But they feared Ling Feiyu would kill her, and they were also quite wary of the Evil Spirit.
The vast divine might emanating from the Evil Spirit was clearly perceptible to all, making even Giant Dragon Spirit Lord and the others feel a certain threat.
"Shua."
Just as Canglong's blade came down, Zhang Ruochen used Space Displacement, instantly dodging aside. He did not choose to withstand it head-on.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Canglong shouted coldly. The blade light he had slashed out actually changed direction, heading straight for Zhang Ruochen.
Seeing that he could not avoid the blade light, Zhang Ruochen flipped his hand and took out the Space-Time Secret Scripture, forming a multi-layered space that enveloped himself.
"Crack."
The multi-layered space could not withstand the blade light. Several layers shattered instantly.
Zhang Ruochen was not flustered. He reached out and pointed forward, creating a massive space rift that directly swallowed the blade light.
Using the Space-Time Secret Scripture to employ space techniques greatly enhanced both speed and power.
With his other hand, he produced the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda. It spun, releasing streaks of azure light.
When Canglong slashed down again, Zhang Ruochen did not hesitate to send the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda flying.
"Boom."
The Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda trembled, releasing powerful Supreme power that shattered the blade light.
Canglong glanced at the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda and sneered, "A Supreme Sacred Artifact without an artifact spirit dares to oppose my Nether Moon Blade? How overconfident."
With that, Canglong swung the Nether Moon Blade, slashing out more than a dozen times.
"Bang."
The Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda could no longer withstand the Nether Moon Blade's attacks. Its light dimmed, and it flew back.
Canglong was simply too strong, and with a complete Monarch Sacred Artifact, even an Immortal Great Saint could not underestimate him.
"Whoosh."
A blurry sword soul flew out from Zhang Ruochen's body, wielding the Abyssal Ancient Sword and slashing toward Canglong.
Countless time imprints appeared in midair, densely covering Canglong.
"Radiant Moon Like a Song."
The sword soul swung the sword, capturing the time imprints and executing the Time Sword Art, aiming for Canglong's neck.
"Hmph."
Canglong let out a heavy snort. Tens of millions of Saint Dao rules surfaced on his body, forming a powerful Dao Domain.
Since they were enemies, Canglong had long studied Zhang Ruochen's abilities in detail. He knew the Time Sword Art was bizarre and unpredictable, so he was always on guard.
Although he had never fought Zhang Ruochen before, he had simulated many battles in his mind, especially how to counter the Time Sword Art.
Thus, he was now fully confident he could block Zhang Ruochen's Time Sword Art.
"Crack."
The black holy light shattered instantly, followed by the Dao Domain being cut through.
"Pfft."
Even though Canglong reacted extremely quickly, a wound still appeared on his neck, with blood gushing out.
He had come within a hair's breadth of being decapitated.
"How is this possible?"
Canglong quickly retreated, his eyes filled with disbelief.
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