Chapter 2228: Six Great Saints
Four Great Saints simultaneously ascended the Life-and-Death Platform. Four overwhelming waves of Great Saint-level evil-fiend aura surged violently toward Zhang Ruochen, manifesting four distinct visions.
One of the Rakshasa Clan Great Saints transformed his body to dozens of feet tall, wielding a Xuan Gang iron rod as thick as a pillar, like an invincible War God.
Another was wrapped in densely packed evil divine runes, using them to resist the suppression of the three Eternal Dao forces, charging toward the Immortal Realm Great Saint who was being suppressed and forced to kneel.
Yet another was a Great Saint-level Rakshasa woman. With a graceful figure and stunning beauty, she employed a flowing light speed technique, rushing toward Moluo War Emperor to rescue him.
The strongest, Moluo Tiansu, who had reached the Hundred Shackles Realm, wielded a Monarch Sacred Artifact flashing with silver light, launching a frontal attack on Zhang Ruochen.
The four Great Saints of the Moluo Clan had clear divisions of labor and a well-planned strategy.
Some were responsible for distracting Zhang Ruochen.
Others were responsible for rescuing their comrades.
As long as they could save Moluo War Emperor and that Immortal Realm Great Saint, and then combine the strength of six Great Saints, how could they fail to suppress Zhang Ruochen and slaughter Xue Tu?
"So many Great Saints attacking together—this mere Life-and-Death Platform is too small for them to fully unleash their power. Let me expand the space here a bit larger."
Zhang Ruochen remained seated on the chair at the center of the Life-and-Death Platform. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and instantly, dense Space Rules flew out from his body, altering the naturally formed Heaven and Earth Space Rules on the platform.
The space of the Life-and-Death Platform rapidly stretched and expanded, growing increasingly vast.
That Great Saint-level Rakshasa woman was about to reach Moluo War Emperor, but in an instant, the distance between her and Moluo War Emperor grew farther and farther, ultimately forcibly pulling her a hundred miles away.
She was astonished, looking up at the surroundings.
Originally, the Life-and-Death Platform was only over ten thousand meters in length and width.
But now, its length and width had become a thousand miles, expanded by more than a hundred times.
The Hell Realm cultivators below the Life-and-Death Platform all exclaimed in surprise.
"How did Zhang Ruochen and Moluo Tiansu suddenly become as tiny as a speck of dust? Without using a Saintly Eye, I can't even see their figures clearly."
The noble beauty wearing the gold-thread mask said, "It's not that their bodies have become tiny. Rather, the space inside the Life-and-Death Platform has become immensely vast, evolving into a small world."
"What? Evolved into a world?"
"The size of the Life-and-Death Platform hasn't changed—how did it suddenly become a small world?"
Many Saint Realm cultivators of Hell Realm were stunned by Zhang Ruochen's marvelous spatial techniques, exclaiming in shock.
The noble beauty with the gold-thread mask added, "It's like we're now spreading out a map to view the world. Except this map before us is a real world."
"Zhang Ruochen is right—the Life-and-Death Platform is too small. Even Saint King-level experts would find it restrictive to fight inside, let alone Great Saint-level cultivators."
"It seems we must report to the Destiny Temple and have all the Life-and-Death Platforms and battle platforms in the Martial Combat City District refined with Space Inscription Runes to create larger small worlds."
The surrounding Saint Realm cultivators all looked at her in surprise.
She could directly advise the Destiny Temple—just who was she?
...
On the Life-and-Death Platform.
Zhang Ruochen's Truth Realm Form, Space Domain, and Virtual Time Domain—the power of three Eternal Dao forces—covered a thousand miles in radius. After the four Great Saints of the Moluo Clan entered, their strength was immediately severely suppressed.
"Clatter."
Zhang Ruochen's left hand held the White Bone Whip, suppressing Moluo War Emperor. His right hand's five fingers spread out, raised above his head, mobilizing the Space Rules of Heaven and Earth to condense into Space Chains, wrapping around the four Great Saints.
"Clatter."
The Space Chains sometimes manifested concretely, like white iron chains forming lines and nets.
Other times, they merged with space, formless and invisible.
The three Immortal Realm Great Saints mobilized their full strength to fight against the Space Chains. Though they managed to block them, they could not advance a single step.
Moluo Tiansu stared at Zhang Ruochen sitting on the chair, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Facing an attack from four Great Saints, Zhang Ruochen hadn't even stood up to fight, as if he were toying with them. If this scene was witnessed by other Hell Realm Saint Realm cultivators, what would they think of the Moluo Clan?
To hell with it!
"Everyone, go all out! Use your strongest power to break through the suppression of Zhang Ruochen's three Eternal Dao forces!"
After shouting this, Moluo Tiansu gripped the Monarch Sacred Artifact-level Demon Blade with both hands, fully activating the 160,000 King-level Inscription Runes within the blade.
"Crackle."
Tens of thousands of silver electric sparks radiated from the Demon Blade, shuttling through the space of this realm.
"Space Split."
He slashed down, aiming at Zhang Ruochen at the center of the Life-and-Death Platform.
Moluo Tiansu's "Space Split" move was not spatial power but a Seventh-Rank Sword Dao Sacred Intent—the Space Split Sacred Intent.
When Sword Dao was cultivated to a certain level, it could also tear space.
Moluo Tiansu combined his sword technique with the Sacred Intent, unleashing his strongest strike. Instantly, the Space Chains snapped like paper, breaking inch by inch.
The other three Immortal Realm Great Saints launched full-force attacks from three different directions, putting pressure on Zhang Ruochen and assisting Moluo Tiansu in breaking through his three Eternal Dao forces.
"Sword technique combined with Sacred Intent—so powerful."
Zhang Ruochen was somewhat surprised, sensing that Moluo Tiansu's slash was continuously cutting through his Truth Realm Form, Space Domain, and Virtual Time Domain, rapidly spreading toward him.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's gaze finally turned to Moluo Tiansu, acknowledging him for the first time.
"Whoosh—"
Zhang Ruochen flicked his sleeve.
From his sleeve, dense specks of light flew out.
Those specks gathered into a river, flying toward Moluo Tiansu.
Only with a Great Saint's Saintly Eyes could one see that those specks were Time Imprints, converging into the River of Time.
Struck by the River of Time, the speed of Moluo Tiansu's slashed blade light plummeted, as slow as a snail crawling. It was unknown how long it would take to reach Zhang Ruochen.
But the flow speed of the River of Time became faster, reaching Moluo Tiansu.
"Be careful! Don't let the River of Time touch your body, or your lifespan will drastically decrease, and your Immortal Saintly Body will weaken."
An Immortal Realm Great Saint who had studied the Way of Time rushed in front of Moluo Tiansu, throwing dozens of jade talismans toward the River of Time.
Those talismans emitted a strange power, freezing the River of Time in space.
Zhang Ruochen waved his arm, and the River of Time flew back, condensing into a bell over ten meters tall in midair.
"Not good—it's the Time Flood Bell."
That Immortal Realm Great Saint who had studied the Way of Time changed expression, pulling Moluo Tiansu to retreat. But as they turned, they found behind them a black light curtain interwoven with Divine Marks.
"Damn—this is the Life-and-Death Platform."
The Immortal Realm Great Saint's expression changed again. He quickly mobilized all his evil-fiend aura, injecting it into the dozens of jade talismans floating in midair.
If they were outside, even if they couldn't defeat Zhang Ruochen, as Great Saints, they could at least escape.
But on the Life-and-Death Platform, there was no escape.
Getting on was easy; getting off was hard.
Zhang Ruochen flicked his finger through the air, striking the Time Flood Bell.
The Time Flood Bell vibrated, not producing a loud sound, but sending out ripples of time like waves, surging in all directions.
"Bang, bang."
The dozens of jade talismans floating in midair exploded into powder.
Moluo Tiansu and that Immortal Realm Great Saint who had studied the Way of Time were the first to be hit by the time ripples. Their bodies shook violently, and a massive amount of their lifespan drained away.
They tried to mobilize power to resist the time ripples.
But their movements became extremely slow. Even raising an arm took a long time.
"Damn—is time flowing faster or slower? What kind of technique is Zhang Ruochen using?" Moluo Tiansu felt extremely uncomfortable.
Dealing with a Space-Time Controller was too troublesome.
It felt like only Zhang Ruochen could attack them, while they could never hit him.
Looking up, Moluo Tiansu saw the slash he had struck earlier, infused with the Space Split Sacred Intent, originally immensely powerful. Yet even now, it was still over ten meters away from Zhang Ruochen, unknown when it would finally land on him.
"Swish."
Zhang Ruochen's White Bone Whip lashed out, wrapping around Moluo Tiansu and that Immortal Realm Great Saint who had studied time, stringing them together with Moluo War Emperor.
As if unwilling to continue playing with them, Zhang Ruochen stood up from the chair, summoned the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and held it in his hand, walking toward the Great Saint Rakshasa woman and the Immortal Realm Great Saint wielding the Xuan Gang iron rod.
The moment he stood up, time in the surrounding space returned to normal.
The slash Moluo Tiansu had struck earlier flew out rapidly, its blade energy heading toward the kneeling Immortal Realm Great Saint.
Seeing the blade energy infused with the Space Split Sacred Intent flying toward him, that Great Saint was terrified, shouting, "No..."
"Pfft."
The blade energy was fierce, cutting through his Immortal Saintly Body, sending half of his body flying away.
Seeing this, the three Great Saints bound to the White Bone Whip gnashed their teeth, roaring in fury.
They all burned their Saintly Blood, trying to break free from the White Bone Whip and fight Zhang Ruochen to the death.
But burning Saintly Blood was useless. The Supreme Power of the White Bone Whip surged out, turning into blood-colored lightning that struck them, nearly knocking them unconscious.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword had refined a large number of Sacred Artifacts, and the King-level Inscription Runes within the sword had reached 250,000.
It was only one step away from crossing the second Kingly Heavenly Tribulation.
However, the artifact spirit of the Abyssal Ancient Sword still needed some time to settle before it could confidently undergo the tribulation. Otherwise, the Abyssal Ancient Sword would have already become a Second-Rank Monarch Sacred Artifact.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen approaching with his sword, the two Immortal Realm Great Saints of the Moluo Clan looked extremely grim, deeply regretting stepping onto the Life-and-Death Platform.
Now, they were caught in a dilemma and could only fight to the death.
"Burn my Great Saint Blood!"
That Immortal Realm Great Saint, whose body had grown to dozens of feet tall, burned his Great Saint Blood, transforming into a flame giant. His body grew even larger, and he swung the Xuan Gang iron rod down at Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen extended a hand, forming a large hand seal, easily catching the rod.
"Burning Great Saint Blood raises your power to the Hundred Shackles Realm level, but it's still far from enough."
He grabbed back, and the Xuan Gang iron rod in that Immortal Realm Great Saint's hand turned into a black needle, lying in Zhang Ruochen's palm.
While the opponent was still stunned, Zhang Ruochen slashed with his sword.
The sword pierced through the void, appearing above that Immortal Realm Great Saint's head, falling heavily.
"Boom."
That Immortal Realm Great Saint's head gushed out a torrent of Saintly Blood. His massive Saintly Body tilted forward and fell to the ground.
The next moment, he was bound by the White Bone Whip and imprisoned.
Finally, Zhang Ruochen's gaze fell on the Great Saint Rakshasa woman.
That Great Saint Rakshasa woman snorted coldly, "I would rather die than fall into your hands and be humiliated by you. Zhang Ruochen, let's die together!"
The Great Saint Rakshasa woman mobilized the evil-fiend aura within her body, surging toward the Saintly Source in her Qi Sea.
Seeing this, the Saint Realm cultivators around the Life-and-Death Platform all showed expressions of fear, rapidly retreating. They could tell that the Great Saint Rakshasa woman was about to self-destruct her Saintly Source.
The self-destruction of an Immortal Realm Great Saint's Saintly Source—even a Thousand Questions Realm Great Saint might not be able to withstand it.
Even though the four sides of the Life-and-Death Platform were protected by Divine Marks, it still made them uneasy.
"Self-destructing your Saintly Source in front of me is useless."
Zhang Ruochen's voice sounded in the Great Saint Rakshasa woman's ear.
Her face turned pale. She turned her head and saw Zhang Ruochen's face up close. Somehow, Zhang Ruochen had already appeared beside her, within arm's reach.
"Slap."
Zhang Ruochen struck her forehead, dispersing the Great Saint evil-fiend aura within her body.
The self-destruction of the Saintly Source failed.
Moments later, Zhang Ruochen sat back down on the chair, using the White Bone Whip to bind all six Great Saints of the Moluo Clan. He mobilized the power of the three Eternal Dao forces, suppressing them to kneel on the ground.
"Moluo War Emperor, if you still refuse to speak and answer my questions, I will have all six Great Saints of your Moluo Clan buried on this Life-and-Death Platform," Zhang Ruochen said.
Moluo War Emperor's eyes blazed with intense killing intent. "A Great Saint can be killed but not humiliated—that is the rule of Hell Realm. By breaking this rule, you will face the wrath of the entire Rakshasa Clan. How many can you defeat?"
"What rule of Hell Realm? I only believe in the rule of the survival of the fittest," Zhang Ruochen said indifferently.
Moluo Tiansu knelt on the ground, pained. "If you want to kill the Great Saints of my Moluo Clan, go ahead. I believe that soon, you will die more miserably than us."
"Is that so?"
Zhang Ruochen's gaze swept across the surrounding Hell Realm cultivators. "Who wants to kill me? Step onto the Life-and-Death Platform. I'll give you the chance."
Below the platform, countless Hell Realm cultivators wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen.
But Zhang Ruochen was too powerful. He had not only defeated Moluo War Emperor but also easily suppressed five Great Saints of the Moluo Clan. Even a Hundred Shackles Realm Great Perfection expert dared not easily ascend.
"The space on the Life-and-Death Platform is limited, giving Zhang Ruochen too much advantage. Even an ordinary Hundred Shackles Realm Great Perfection expert wouldn't have a sure chance of winning," Xu said.
Ming said, "Seventh Brother, Zhang Ruochen is so arrogant and domineering, flaunting his power. Why don't you go up and deal with him?"
Xu chuckled. "Zhang Ruochen is publicly humiliating six Great Saints of the Rakshasa Clan. This will surely provoke dissatisfaction among all Rakshasa Clan cultivators. How could those few Hundred Shackles Realm Great Perfection experts of the Rakshasa Clan sit idly by?"
Ming suddenly understood. "I see! At this moment, we really don't need to force ourselves to stand out. We can just sit back and watch the fight."
Xu crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm very interested in the strength of those Rakshasa Clan fellows. Perhaps Zhang Ruochen can help me test their depths and trump cards."
Seeing no cultivator stepping onto the Life-and-Death Platform, Zhang Ruochen added, "Is anyone interested in the Great Saint Blood of these six? Also, Great Saint hearts, Great Saint bones, Great Saint flesh... all can be purchased at a price. Whatever part you want, I'll cut it for you. How many pounds you want, I'll cut that many."
Some cultivators were tempted, but none dared to speak.
Suddenly, a familiar laugh rang out. "Zhang Ruochen, you're doing good business here—the Life-and-Death Platform has become your slaughterhouse. Since no one dares to buy, I'll take care of your business. I, Blood Demon, will take all the blood of the six Great Saints of the Moluo Clan!"