Chapter 2120: Luo Water Fierce Battle
Setting out from Wangshan Mountain, with Zhang Ruochen's speed, it did not take long before he arrived at the shore of Luo Water.
Luo Water was as mysterious as ever, with white mist drifting on its surface, layer upon layer, blocking the view. No matter how strong one's eyesight, it was very difficult to see clearly the depths of the water.
Since the revival of the Kunlun Realm, Luo Water had undergone tremendous changes. Its waters were vast beyond compare, like an ancient ocean, with an extremely complex spatial structure within. Even stars floating in it appeared tiny.
Compared to Wangshan Mountain, Luo Water was many times more dangerous, yet also more attractive. The sacred medicines born in Luo Water had a similar effect to those from the Fengshen Altar, both able to directly increase the sacred dao rules within a cultivator's body.
Standing on the riverbank, Zhang Ruochen clearly sensed many powerful auras within Luo Water, all of them strong individuals who had come seeking opportunities.
Long ago, Luo Water had been recognized as a place of awakened divine soil. The opportunities it contained were unimaginable, enough to move even Great Saints.
"Several hundred years ago, Luo Water descended from the heavens, but showed no divine peculiarities. Only Senior Luo Xu, three hundred years ago, obtained an opportunity, comprehending the thirty-six forms of the Luo Water Fist Art, becoming famous throughout the Demon Ridge, and was called a genius. What extraordinary brilliance that was." Zhang Ruochen stood before Luo Water, unable to help but sigh.
Luo Xu had a great kindness toward Zhang Ruochen. Not only had he taught him the Luo Water Fist Art, but he had also acted several times when Zhang Ruochen most needed help. In his heart, Zhang Ruochen both admired and felt grateful toward Luo Xu.
Zhang Ruochen believed that with Luo Xu's skill, even though he had been severely injured by Prince Moluo, he would certainly not die easily.
Unfortunately, Painting Saint Chu Siyuan had been cruelly killed by Prince Moluo, returning dust to dust and earth to earth.
"Zhang Ruochen, are you looking for this king?"
Extremely suddenly, a light, drifting voice sounded.
Zhang Ruochen's heart stirred, and he cast his gaze toward the misty, vast Luo Water.
From within the thick white mist, a tall figure slowly walked out, revealing a ferocious smile, locking eyes with Zhang Ruochen.
This person was nearly seven meters tall, with a pair of huge jade bone wings on his back. His eyes were large, like two big lanterns, his nose was sunken, like a gorilla's, and his mouth was full of uneven fangs and canine teeth, making him extremely ugly.
However, the aura emanating from his body was quite powerful. Tens of millions of sacred dao rules faintly manifested outside his body, and a bloody light full of sin coiled around him, already so dense it could not be dissolved. It was hard to imagine how many living beings he had slaughtered.
"Prince Moluo."
A terrifying killing intent flashed in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.
He had thought Prince Moluo was still on the way, but unexpectedly, he had already arrived at Luo Water first. Moreover, he seemed to have guessed that Zhang Ruochen would come here.
Zhang Ruochen squinted his eyes and said, "You deliberately lured me here?"
"That's right. All cultivators in the Kunlun Realm know that you, Zhang Ruochen, have a deep relationship with that Painting Saint and Luo Xu. One died at my hands, the other was severely injured by me. Zhang Ruochen, you should be very angry, shouldn't you? Don't you want to tear me into pieces? Haha!" Prince Moluo laughed wildly.
After a pause, Prince Moluo continued, "That Painting Saint was truly foolish, a mayfly trying to shake a tree, delusionally trying to stop this king. However, that old fellow was quite tough. I cut him three thousand times, slicing off all the flesh from his body, and ate it in front of him. He didn't even grunt. That really made me unhappy."
To Prince Moluo's disappointment, after saying all this, Zhang Ruochen did not become furious. He remained very calm, as if he did not care about these things at all.
Zhang Ruochen looked calmly at Prince Moluo and said indifferently, "Any last words? This is your final chance."
According to the intelligence he had obtained, Prince Moluo was indeed very strong, reaching the first level below Great Saint. But he could only be considered the weakest among them, about the same as the Jinyang Twin Kings. Zhang Ruochen truly did not take him seriously.
However, various signs indicated that this matter did not seem so simple.
Prince Moluo knew that the Dark Son had been defeated by Zhang Ruochen, yet he still dared to show himself and provoke him, and he appeared to have no fear. This was undoubtedly very abnormal.
But no matter what scheme he had, he was destined to die.
"Zhang Ruochen, the one who should leave last words is you. You are at death's door and don't even know it." Prince Moluo sneered.
Zhang Ruochen said nothing, merely casting a faint glance behind Prince Moluo.
Although the other party had concealed his aura very well, and the influence of Luo Water was present, Zhang Ruochen still sensed him.
"Rumor has it that Zhang Ruochen values loyalty and friendship. It seems to be true, but that is also your greatest weakness." A very magnetic voice suddenly sounded.
A tall and a short figure slowly emerged from the white mist behind Prince Moluo.
The one who had just spoken was the taller, handsome man. He had phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face more perfect than most women's. He wore a red robe and held a jade fan, appearing elegant and giving off an eerie feeling.
The person beside him was relatively shorter, but very stout, with a fat head and big ears, a bare chest, and a thick string of prayer beads around his neck. He also held a string of prayer beads in his hand, his image almost identical to a monk's.
"So it's the Ming Yao and Ming Fo of the Underworld Clan, who are as famous as the Dark Son."
As his gaze swept over the two, Zhang Ruochen immediately recognized their identities.
And after seeing Ming Yao and Ming Fo, Zhang Ruochen instantly understood everything.
The reason Prince Moluo dared to swagger into the Eastern Domain and head straight for Luo Water was precisely because of the presence of Ming Yao and Ming Fo.
Clearly, it was Ming Yao and Ming Fo who had designed this, using Prince Moluo as bait to lure Zhang Ruochen out.
As for the reason, it was naturally because the Underworld Clan had suffered a setback on True Dragon Island. The Dark Son had been defeated and killed, and many Underworld Clan strongmen had been slaughtered. This was an immense humiliation for the Underworld Clan.
As prodigies of the Underworld Clan who were as famous as the Dark Son, how could Ming Yao and Ming Fo not take action at such a time?
Ming Yao gently fanned his jade fan and said in a cold tone, "Zhang Ruochen, the stupidest thing you have done is to provoke my Underworld Clan. Now, pay the price for it."
"I heard that Zhang Ruochen has some connection with the Ten Thousand Buddha Path of the Kunlun Realm. Let this Buddha Lord deliver him from suffering." Ming Fo patted his big belly and stepped forward.
Ming Yao's eyes gleamed with cold light. "Zhang Ruochen is this lord's prey. No one can take him."
"Buddha Lord has not made a move for a long time. Ming Yao, you should let me have Zhang Ruochen." Ming Fo did not back down.
It was evident that both Ming Yao and Ming Fo were extremely confident in their own strength. Even though Zhang Ruochen had a record of defeating the Dark Son, they still believed they could kill him alone.
Zhang Ruochen said indifferently, "Do you really think you have me cornered? I don't want to waste time. If you want to deal with me, you can come at me together."
"This lord alone can kill you." Ming Yao let out a low shout.
He suddenly fanned his jade fan violently, and eighteen solid curse runes flew out, transforming into eighteen ferocious beasts of various forms, all emitting an eerie and ominous terrifying aura.
"Roar."
The eighteen ferocious beasts, like real living beings, let out earth-shaking roars. A surging curse power surged from within their bodies, flooding toward Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was calm, without a ripple. He casually threw a punch.
A fist dao sacred image, condensed from 870,000 rules, materialized, resembling a miniature version of Luo Water.
Originally, Zhang Ruochen had only cultivated 770,000 fist dao rules. But after refining the Dao Fruit Sacred Dew, his fist dao rules had increased by as many as 100,000.
Similarly, the rules of the other sacred paths he primarily cultivated had also increased considerably.
"Boom, rumble."
Influenced by the fist intent, Luo Water shook violently, stirring up monstrous waves.
"Bang."
Whether it was the eighteen ferocious beasts or the curse power they released, they all collapsed in an instant.
Ming Yao's expression changed slightly. He already sensed that fighting Zhang Ruochen at Luo Water would be quite disadvantageous for him.
"Whoosh."
Ming Yao moved, leaving Luo Water and arriving on a high mountain by the riverbank.
Compared to passive counterattacks, Zhang Ruochen preferred to take the initiative.
Dealing with a top-tier expert like Ming Yao, Zhang Ruochen naturally would not hold back. He immediately employed spatial techniques. Raising his hand, dozens of huge spatial rifts appeared, attacking Ming Yao from all directions.
With the improvement of his mastery of the Way of Space, any spatial technique he used would correspondingly increase in power.
A powerful dark force surged from within Ming Yao's body, instantly covering all the spatial rifts.
Almost all top experts of the Underworld Clan would study the Way of Darkness, and Ming Yao was no exception. He had already cultivated the Way of Darkness to a very high level, able to devour everything, including spatial rifts.
Immediately after, Ming Yao formed hand seals with incredible speed, combining curse power with dark force to condense a terrifying palm print, shattering a large area of space.
"Take this speck of dust from me."
Zhang Ruochen extended two fingers, picked up a speck of dust from the air, and flicked it out.
Incredibly, under the effect of sacred dao rules, the speck of dust transformed into a huge rock sphere as large as a mountain, like a small star, carrying the force of ten thousand hectares, colliding with the palm print condensed by Ming Yao.
"Boom."
The rock sphere and the palm print both exploded simultaneously, releasing a terrifyingly powerful shockwave.
The earth for a thousand li around instantly shattered, and countless high mountains were leveled to the ground.
Fortunately, the Luo Water basin had long been uninhabited by humans; otherwise, the casualties would have been unimaginable.
Prince Moluo's expression became extremely grave. "To open up a space as huge as a mountain within a speck of dust—such a technique is something even many Great Saints who cultivate the Way of Space cannot perform. Zhang Ruochen's spatial mastery has actually reached such a terrifying level."
There was no doubt that the move Zhang Ruochen had just displayed had a tremendous impact on Prince Moluo.
"Below the Great Saint realm, the only ones who can surpass Zhang Ruochen in the Way of Space are probably Yan Wushen and Shen Tu Yun Kong of the Space Divine Temple." Ming Fo murmured.
Hearing these two names, Prince Moluo's pupils involuntarily contracted. Although he himself was proud, he had to admit that these two were people he could not afford to provoke.
Yan Wushen went without saying; he was the number one below Great Saint in the Hell Realm, requiring the combined efforts of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Palace to suppress him.
As for Shen Tu Yun Kong, he was the most outstanding heir cultivated by the Space Divine Temple in the past ten thousand years, possessing exceptional talent in the Way of Space.
Since joining the Space Divine Temple, Shen Tu Yun Kong had rarely been seen outside, focusing all his efforts on cultivating the Way of Space, almost to the point of obsession.
After so many years, no one knew what level Shen Tu Yun Kong had reached in the Way of Space.
But many believed that in terms of the Way of Space alone, even Yan Wushen might not be able to surpass Shen Tu Yun Kong.
Just then, an unusual movement occurred in Luo Water. Many cultivators flashed out one after another.
They were cultivators who had come to Luo Water seeking opportunities, from different great worlds. Now, they were all alarmed by the commotion of the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Ming Yao.
"That's... Zhang Ruochen. Who is he fighting?" a cultivator asked curiously.
Ming Yao's danger level was super-ten, so he was not recorded in the "Ten Clans of Hell Ten Thousand Evil Record." Moreover, he rarely appeared on the Merit Battlefield, so ordinary people naturally did not recognize him.
Some cultivators recognized Ming Yao and said with great caution, "It's Ming Yao of the Underworld Clan, one of the three strongest below Great Saint in the Underworld Clan, as famous as Ming Fo and the Dark Son. He has actually come to the Kunlun Realm."
The next moment, their gaze fell on Ming Fo and Prince Moluo, who were standing on Luo Water, and their pupils instantly constricted. "Ming Fo is also here, and Prince Moluo. They must have come to kill Zhang Ruochen."
Hearing this, all the cultivators present showed expressions of shock. Even if they were not familiar with the names Ming Yao and Ming Fo, the reputation of the three giants below Great Saint of the Underworld Clan was enough to illustrate their strength.
Immediately, everyone retreated at extreme speed, putting distance between themselves and Ming Fo and Prince Moluo to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"Splash."
Luo Water parted automatically, and a graceful, exquisite, and stunning figure walked out from within, stepping on a patch of sacred golden mist, like a goddess descending to the mortal world. It was the Heavenly Beginning Fairy.
Having inherited the Luo Goddess's legacy, the Heavenly Beginning Fairy had become even more ethereal and otherworldly, giving people a feeling of not eating the food of mortals.
Behind the Heavenly Beginning Fairy were three others: Li Miaohan, Dai Zi, and Tu Fu, all of whom could be considered acquaintances of Zhang Ruochen.
"Master, Zhang Ruochen seems to be in trouble!" Li Miaohan frowned slightly.
Dai Zi's expression was grave. "Ming Yao and Ming Fo have both arrived, plus Prince Moluo. It seems they are determined to eliminate Zhang Ruochen. I wonder if Zhang Ruochen can handle it?"
"Zhang Ruochen is getting stronger and stronger. Even the Dark Son was defeated by him. It's no wonder Ming Yao and Ming Fo were alarmed. Unfortunately, we can't intervene in a battle of this level." Tu Fu shook his head.
The Heavenly Beginning Fairy said nothing, merely fixing her gaze on Zhang Ruochen. At the same time, she unconsciously reached up and touched the Tianhe Necklace hanging around her neck.