# Chapter 2037: Time Sword Art Shows Its Power
Having previously spent ten years in seclusion at the Blood God Sect, Zhang Ruochen had already cultivated Sword Ten to the third level of mastery. Now was the perfect time to test his cultivation results against Mo.
As holy qi was infused into it, the purple divine stone embedded in the sword hilt emitted a faint radiance, with strands of strange patterns faintly emerging. This instantly doubled the weight of the Abyssal Ancient Sword, causing even Zhang Ruochen's hand holding the sword to sink slightly.
At the same time, a secret force was released, drawing the heavenly earth rules and power from within five thousand miles, converging wildly.
Earlier, while Zhang Ruochen was in seclusion, the Abyssal Ancient Sword had not been idle either. Having refined many high-quality sacred artifacts, its own grade had been greatly elevated, with the number of inscribed patterns within it successfully reaching one hundred and ten thousand.
With the amplification provided by the purple divine stone, the current power of the Abyssal Ancient Sword was enough to rival the most top-tier ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifacts.
And as the grade of the Abyssal Ancient Sword increased, its integration with the purple divine stone became even tighter, allowing it to display more miraculous effects.
At the present stage, there was still a considerable gap in grade between the Abyssal Ancient Sword and the Greed Wolf Demon Blade, yet it still dared to clash head-on with the Greed Wolf Demon Blade.
The reason for this lay in the material of the Abyssal Ancient Sword—it was forged from Creation Divine Iron, a material that could be used to cast divine artifacts. Indestructibly hard, even a supreme sacred artifact would find it difficult to cause damage to it.
"Kill."
Mo roared, and the Greed Wolf Demon Blade released a monstrous aura of slaughter, transforming into a ferocious greedy wolf that charged straight at Zhang Ruochen.
"Sword Ten."
Zhang Ruochen's gaze sharpened as he struck with his sword in an instant.
The space before him trembled, and a black sword light flew out, deep and sharp, unstoppable.
"Rip."
The ferocious greedy wolf was split open by the black sword light, and the Greed Wolf Demon Blade reappeared, but it was now right before Zhang Ruochen's eyes, leaving him no room to dodge.
"Clang."
The Greed Wolf Demon Blade struck the Flame God Armor, instantly extinguishing most of the flames on the armor's surface.
A terrifying force acted upon Zhang Ruochen's body, sending him flying backward like a meteor streaking across the sky.
After flying back several hundred miles, Zhang Ruochen finally managed to stabilize himself. The blood qi within him surged violently, difficult to suppress, nearly bursting out of his body.
Though Zhang Ruochen tried his utmost to suppress it, blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth, unable to conceal the fact that he was injured.
"As expected of a top-tier expert at the second level below Great Saint, his strength is truly formidable."
Zhang Ruochen reached up to wipe the blood from his lips, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he appeared quite excited.
Only by fighting against opponents stronger than himself could he force out his own greater potential, allowing him to grow through battle.
Mo held the Greed Wolf Demon Blade, with two Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions floating at his sides, both emitting terrifying demonic aura, making him appear like a world-dominating demon king.
In successive exchanges, Mo had clearly held the upper hand, yet this did not bring any joy to his heart.
According to Mo's plan, he should have been able to kill Zhang Ruochen with overwhelming force, seize the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions, and establish an invincible authority.
However, Zhang Ruochen was far more troublesome than he had imagined. Even though he had used the Heavenly Demon Yin-Yang Diagram to restrict his spatial techniques, it was still quite difficult.
"What a formidable Zhang Ruochen, even more impressive than the rumors suggest. Hard to imagine that he is only at the Dao Domain realm now."
The Fire Phoenix Fairy murmured, a strange light flickering in her eyes.
Even in the Demon God Realm, at the same cultivation level, it would probably be difficult to find a prodigy who could match Zhang Ruochen.
"Perhaps only that Heavenly Peng Prince has the strength to fight Zhang Ruochen at the same level."
Thinking of that Heavenly Peng Prince, a complex expression appeared in the Fire Phoenix Fairy's eyes.
The Phoenix Clan and the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan were both top-tier powerful clans in the Demon God Realm, and naturally, there was competition between them.
In this generation, the Phoenix Clan had produced several exceptional prodigies, more than the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan, which should have been a cause for celebration.
But because of the existence of the Heavenly Peng Prince, the several exceptional prodigies of the Phoenix Clan were all suppressed, unable to hold their heads high.
Back then, the Fire Phoenix Fairy had also fought against the Heavenly Peng Prince, but the result was a crushing defeat. This had once created a flaw in her state of mind, and it took a very long time to repair.
However, the current Heavenly Peng Prince had already cultivated to the Lin Dao realm, so he could no longer fight Zhang Ruochen at the same level, unless Zhang Ruochen's cultivation could rapidly advance.
"Little junior brother's situation seems a bit unfavorable. There's still a considerable gap between him and Mo." Jin Yu frowned.
Bao Lie showed a worried expression and said, "If little junior brother loses, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold the Blood God Sect anymore. Even though Xiao Hei has repaired the three guardian formations of the Blood God Sect, it will still be difficult to withstand Mo. What should we do then?"
For a moment, all the saints of the Blood God Sect fell silent. If the Blood God Sect could not be defended, where should they go?
"Speaking of this now is still too early. Don't underestimate Zhang Ruochen. He is far stronger than you imagine." Mu Lingxi said with a smile.
No matter what others thought, she had always been full of confidence in Zhang Ruochen.
Xiao Hei said, "Lingxi girl is right. Given Zhang Ruochen's personality, if he didn't have enough confidence, would he agree to a gambling battle with Mo? He's not stupid at all."
Upon hearing this, Bao Lie and the others showed surprised expressions and began to look forward to Zhang Ruochen's subsequent performance.
"Cough, cough."
Zhang Ruochen coughed lightly, expelling the stagnant breath in his chest.
Then, Zhang Ruochen activated the Nine Heavens Bright Emperor Scripture, releasing a vast amount of holy qi. A mighty heavenly river surged out from within his body, winding and meandering, flowing slowly, its beginning and end unknown.
At the same time, a dragon and an elephant appeared on either side of Zhang Ruochen, solid and real, emitting a vast Great Saint pressure.
The heavenly river was Zhang Ruochen's fist path sacred image, while the dragon and elephant were his palm path sacred images.
As soon as the two sacred images appeared, they began to mobilize the heavenly earth rules and power, evolving into many changes.
"Ghosts and Gods Crossing Over."
The fist path rules combined with holy qi, condensing into two ghost and god phantom images. Each phantom image was entwined with a heavenly river, as if crossing endless time and space.
The ghost and god phantom images let out sharp, piercing cries that shook heaven and earth, dispersing the demonic clouds that had gathered in the sky.
"All Heavens Dragon Elephant."
The dragon and elephant flew out, their forms becoming immensely huge, almost filling this entire realm of heaven and earth. Everywhere was filled with dragon and elephant shadows, creating astonishing phenomena.
The dragon and elephant, accompanied by the ghost and god phantom images, charged forward together, water and fire merging, hardness and softness complementing each other.
Both the Luo Water Fist Art and the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm had been cultivated by Zhang Ruochen to the level of high-rank sacred arts. The combined power of the two was undoubtedly even more astonishing.
The idea for this method had actually been inspired by Shang Zi.
During the battle at Peacock Mountain Villa, Shang Zi had simultaneously used two high-rank sacred arts with completely different attributes, which had caused Zhang Ruochen no small trouble.
Mo's gaze sharpened slightly as he sensed a hint of threat. Hastily, he formed hand seals with both hands, mobilizing tens of millions of sacred dao rules within his body, and struck out with a strange sacred light where black and white merged.
This sacred light rapidly absorbed the power of heaven and earth, becoming increasingly vast and brilliant, like a black-and-white distinct star.
"Yin-Yang Mysterious Light."
Mo shouted in a low voice, continuously outputting his holy qi.
This sacred art was one of the two profound-level mid-rank sacred arts of the Black Demon Realm, as famous as the Burial Realm Tomb, being the most mysterious and domineering.
Only by comprehending the Heavenly Demon Yin-Yang Diagram to an extremely high level could one hope to cultivate the Yin-Yang Mysterious Light successfully.
Among those below Great Saint in the Black Demon Realm, only Mo had succeeded in cultivating it.
Although in terms of grade, the Yin-Yang Mysterious Light could not compare to the Luo Water Fist Art and the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm, when executed by Mo, its power was in no way inferior to a high-rank sacred art.
"Boom."
The Yin-Yang Mysterious Light exploded, releasing a terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
In an instant, the dragon, elephant, ghost, and god phantom images that Zhang Ruochen had unleashed were all shattered.
"Rumble."
A terrifying and unmatched destructive force struck directly at the ground, causing it to shatter. For a thousand miles around, everything became desolate and ruined.
Scorching magma erupted violently, flooding the broken rocks and forming a huge magma lake. The pungent smell of sulfur quickly spread through the air.
Being able to turn a frozen plain into a magma lake—if this were spread, probably not many would believe it.
Such a terrifying collision of power even made it impossible for the Heavenly Demon Yin-Yang Diagram to continue suppressing this space.
"Whoosh."
Zhang Ruochen executed a spatial displacement, appearing beside Mo in an instant.
He swung the Abyssal Ancient Sword, instantly capturing a large number of time imprints, forming a virtual time domain that enveloped Mo.
"Not good."
Mo's mind shook, feeling as if time had suddenly come to a standstill.
"Swish."
Zhang Ruochen swung the Abyssal Ancient Sword, slashing across Mo's neck.
However, Zhang Ruochen did not show any joy. Instead, he frowned.
Although Mo's neck had been cut, not a single drop of blood splattered out.
In an instant, the virtual time domain disappeared, and Mo's figure also dissipated.
A few zhang away, Mo's figure reappeared, with the two Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions also appearing at his side.
It could be seen that there was a shallow wound on Mo's neck, from which blood was seeping out.
"His alertness is really high." Zhang Ruochen murmured.
He had indeed seized a great opportunity just now, but Mo's alertness was too high, and the two Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions were also strange. They had affected his execution of the Time Sword Art, allowing Mo to take advantage of a momentary gap to use the Formless Formless Demon Art.
Although Mo had not completely avoided his sword strike, he had only suffered a minor injury.
Of course, several time imprints had entered Mo's body, which would presumably cut off several decades of his lifespan, causing him to feel weakened.
Mo reached out to touch the wound on his neck, his gaze turning ice-cold. Just now, he had nearly been beheaded by Zhang Ruochen with a single sword strike. To him, this was completely a humiliation, and it had undoubtedly enraged him completely.
At this moment, the cultivators watching from the sidelines were all somewhat stunned.
"What just happened? Mo was actually unable to avoid Zhang Ruochen's attack."
"It should be the legendary Time Sword Art. If it had been anyone else, they would have already become a corpse beneath Zhang Ruochen's sword. I heard that the Azure Dragon died under the Time Sword Art. If Mo had also been beheaded just now, he might have followed in the Azure Dragon's footsteps."
"Being able to use the power of time is truly terrifying. Is there no way to resist it?"
"To resist Zhang Ruochen's Time Sword Art, one either needs to be much stronger than Zhang Ruochen, or possess special treasures. Mo must have escaped death because of that."
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Everyone felt extremely wary of Zhang Ruochen's Time Sword Art.
With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation and strength, there were not many below Great Saint who could claim to be unafraid of his Time Sword Art.
The wound on Mo's neck quickly healed. Most demonic path cultivators focused on physical cultivation, giving them extremely strong recovery abilities.
"What a Time Sword Art. Zhang Ruochen, I have to admit that I underestimated you. But from now on, I won't make the same mistake again." Mo said in a low voice.
Having said that, Mo fully activated his demonic art, pouring vast amounts of blood sea demonic qi into the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription engraved with the ferocious greedy wolf.
"Boom."
A monstrous aura of blood and slaughter surged out from the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription, and countless secret patterns emerged on the surface of the stone tablet.
The Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription, originally several zhang in size, rapidly expanded, reaching a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye. The heavenly wolf pattern engraved on it became clear and vivid, lifelike.
"Roar."
The next moment, the heavenly wolf pattern came to life, breaking free from the black stone tablet. It raised its head and howled to the sky, madly devouring the power of heaven and earth. With Mo's strength, fully activating the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription could unleash power far surpassing that of the Greed Wolf Demon Blade.
Clearly, Mo had lost his patience. He no longer wanted to continue wasting time with Zhang Ruochen and wished to end this battle as quickly as possible.
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