# Chapter 2576: Chaotic Battle
"Excellent, this proposal is not bad," Wuma Jiuxing said.
The cultivators of the Death God Temple stared at Zhang Ruochen and the others, all revealing cold smiles.
Blood Butcher and Night Travel Master's faces turned pale. Even the always smiling Guye Jing now became serious and solemn.
Wuma Jiuxing and Yuan Qianmo joining forces was absolutely a world-sweeping momentum. Below the Divine Realm, who could stop them?
Zhang Ruochen remained calm despite the crisis, saying, "Yuan Qianmo, aren't you curious why Wuma Jiuxing is here to ambush you instead of going to the top of the altar?"
Yuan Qianmo's brows moved slightly as he sank into deep thought.
Wuma Jiuxing stood atop the Ying Dragon's head, raising his arm above his head, using his hand as a blade to slash through the air.
"Hua!"
A crescent-shaped blade light, dozens of zhang long, flew toward the Seven Star Imperial Palace.
It was pure Sword Dao rules condensed into blade light. Just the piercing blade sound could tear apart the eardrums of any living being below the Great Saint realm, and its speed was as fast as light and shadow.
"Bang bang."
Layer after layer of defensive formations and Great Saint inscriptions on the Seven Star Imperial Palace were broken open by the single slash.
The blade light reached just one zhang outside Zhang Ruochen's body before being blocked by the divine patterns that Xue Jue War God had carved on the stairs. However, the impact force of the blade energy still sent the entire Seven Star Imperial Palace tumbling down from the giant stone altar.
From beginning to end, the people inside the Seven Star Imperial Palace couldn't even manage to unleash a single Sacred Art or Sacred Artifact to block the blade light.
"Such terrifying sword technique. One more strike and the Seven Star Imperial Palace's defenses will probably be broken," Seven Hand Old Man said, his expression drastically changing, sweat beading on his forehead.
Wuma Jiuxing didn't strike a second time. Instead, he drove the Silver Cloud Light War Chariot, rushing rapidly toward the top of the altar.
Because, when he had just struck, Yuan Qianmo and the cultivators of the Death God Temple had already ascended first.
"Wuma Jiuxing appearing here is no coincidence. You go first, I'll hold him off."
Yuan Qianmo gave this instruction, then soared up like a white crane spreading its wings, before diving down toward the Silver Cloud Light War Chariot coming from above.
"Hualalala!"
The sound of a great river surging rang out.
Beneath Yuan Qianmo's feet, a gray, hazy river of death energy appeared. The death energy was too dense, condensing into liquid form, with streaks of golden blades flying within the river of death energy.
"Honglong."
The river of death energy and the Silver Cloud Light War Chariot collided, the resulting shockwaves causing all the water in the nearby sea area to vaporize, forming a space without water.
The Sacred Dao rules surging from the two men's bodies were chaotic beyond measure, enveloping all directions. Even the Seven Star Imperial Palace below the altar was sent spinning like a top.
The formations that Night Travel Master and Kailuo Earth Master had set up were struck by the scattered power from Yuan Qianmo and Wuma Jiuxing's battle, rumbling loudly, seeming as if they could be broken through at any moment.
"Are these two still in the Saint realm?" Blood Butcher felt his Sacred Soul trembling, his eardrums about to be shattered by the deafening sounds.
"Stop!"
Guye Jing spread her arms, and red demonic energy containing intense death aura enveloped the Seven Star Imperial Palace, stabilizing the shaking palace.
She said, "Excellent, Wuma Jiuxing and Yuan Qianmo are fighting each other. We'll go around from the left side of the altar."
"Why bother with that trouble?"
Zhang Ruochen released his Space True Domain, enveloping the Seven Star Imperial Palace, and shouted loudly: "Space Teleportation."
The massive Seven Star Imperial Palace suddenly lifted off the ground and flew away, rapidly shrinking in size until it turned into a speck of light, disappearing into space.
"Hua!"
When the Seven Star Imperial Palace manifested again, it had already reached the middle section of the altar, thousands of zhang above the seabed.
Zhang Ruochen had originally planned to teleport directly to the top of the giant stone altar, but here, they collided with a space barrier.
A three-foot-tall emerald turtle stood behind the space barrier, holding an iron staff, snorting coldly: "If you want... want... want to go up, you must... must... first pass this..."
Blood Butcher listened for a long time, then roared: "First pass this, what does that mean?"
"First pass this king's level," Turtle King finally managed to say a fluent sentence, feeling extremely pleased.
Seeing Turtle King, Zhang Ruochen became even more certain of his suspicions. Sure enough, Bai Qinger had already ascended the altar first. Wuma Jiuxing's appearance here was no coincidence.
From another direction, the cultivators of the Death God Temple were intercepted by a formation that Duan Lengfeng of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions had set up in advance.
Zhang Ruochen looked up, saying, "We must break through quickly. Night Travel, join me in attacking to break its space barrier and space formations. This turtle is quite extraordinary, be careful."
Hearing Zhang Ruochen's words "be careful," Night Travel Master's expression turned somewhat strange. How many years had it been since someone had actively shown concern for him?
Even if this was just a casual reminder from Zhang Ruochen.
But precisely because it was a casual reminder, it showed sincerity.
Before this, whether Zhang Ruochen gave him Life Spring Water or promised to teach him the Way of Space, in his view, these were just methods to value his strength, to win him over, to entice him.
These methods, this kind of behavior, Night Travel Master had seen countless times, so he only pretended to submit on the surface while actually dismissing them inwardly.
Instead, it was this casual word of concern that touched this ghost who had lived alone for over twenty thousand years.
"Master, I'm coming!"
Night Travel Master flew out on a cloud of ghost energy, his white bone staff striking out heavily.
On the bone staff, a space-penetrating force condensed from tens of billions of Space Rules burst forth, shattering the thin space barrier into a hole.
The space storm that Zhang Ruochen had unleashed followed through that hole, completely breaking the barrier.
"Shua!"
With a shift of his body, Zhang Ruochen appeared above Turtle King, flying straight toward the top of the altar.
Suddenly, darkness fell before his eyes. A stone handprint the size of a house pressed down. Zhang Ruochen sensed the terrifying power erupting from the handprint and immediately mobilized the power of the Qiankun Realm, striking out with the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm.
The moment the two palms collided, Zhang Ruochen heard the "crackling" sound of all his bones exploding, and his body uncontrollably fell heavily downward.
"Sure enough, I still can't contend with a true Supreme Realm Great Saint."
Zhang Ruochen's entire body ached and went numb. Staring at the stone handprint rapidly pressing down from above, he shot his body out like a projectile, landing on another giant rock, dodging this heavy blow.
The one who had just struck was another powerhouse under Bai Qinger's command, Pillar General.
Pillar General's body was towering, entirely made of stone. Failing to land a hit, he immediately struck out with a second handprint, his arm extending dozens of zhang, with who knows how many billions of Sacred Dao rules swinging out together with the stone arm.
Before the stone arm even arrived, the wind force it generated nearly blew Zhang Ruochen away first.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, striking out seven palms in succession, neutralizing Pillar General's attack. It was Seven Hand Old Man with his seven hands.
Seven Hand Old Man turned around, looking at Zhang Ruochen, saying, "Leave it to me to deal with."
Before his words faded, Seven Hand Old Man had already transformed into his true form and flown out.
Zhang Ruochen watched Seven Hand Old Man fighting with Pillar General, then looked at Night Travel Master locked in fierce battle with Turtle King within the space formations, and couldn't help but reveal a gentle smile.
The Seven Star Imperial Palace flew into Zhang Ruochen's hand. A Le, Blood Wolf, and Kailuo Earth Master walked out from inside, standing by his side.
Blood Butcher and Guye Jing were no longer inside.
Guye Jing was easy to find, as she had already transformed into a red shadow of demonic energy, flying toward the top of the giant stone altar. As for Blood Butcher, it was entirely possible that Guye Jing had casually crushed him into powder.
"Follow me."
Zhang Ruochen didn't dare to lightly use Space Teleportation, because if Turtle King could set up one space barrier, it might have arranged more space techniques above.
If they fell into its space trap, the trouble would be enormous.
Zhang Ruochen, A Le, Kailuo Earth Master, and Blood Wolf leaped from one giant rock to another, climbing rapidly.
On the other side of the altar, Blood Butcher had shrunk his body to the size of a mosquito, carefully flying upward, afraid that any loud movement would be discovered by the powerful experts locked in fierce battle.
He was too weak; any cultivator could kill him.
He had to be extra careful, even more so, and also avoid the central areas of battle.
The cultivators of the Death God Temple, bypassing the formation Duan Lengfeng had set up, charged in through the gap that Zhang Ruochen and his group had broken open.
Yuan Shu True Emperor was the fastest, taking the lead, chasing behind Guye Jing. On her crystal-white forehead, a red phoenix mark appeared.
"Hua!"
The phoenix mark disappeared, transforming into a Phoenix Tail Needle that broke through the air, flying toward Guye Jing ahead.
This was a Seven Yuan Monarch Sacred Artifact. From the phoenix tail, seven layers of flame power surged out, burning ever more fiercely, breaking through the Death Spirit Demonic Qi protecting Guye Jing, heading straight for her back.
It seemed Guye Jing was about to be pierced through by the Phoenix Tail Needle.
Suddenly, Guye Jing turned around, reaching out to grab.
Her delicate jade hand formed layers of afterimages.
The next moment, this Seven Yuan Monarch Sacred Artifact appeared in her hand, pinched between two fingers.
"How is that possible?" Yuan Shu True Emperor's expression drastically changed, unable to believe her eyes.
Her strongest battle weapon had been snatched barehanded by Guye Jing.
Even a top-tier powerhouse like Yuan Qianmo, in that same situation, might not have had full confidence to catch the Phoenix Tail Needle with bare hands.
Zhang Ruochen naturally saw this scene, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch. He thought to himself, "Has she been hiding her strength all along? Or is this simply another... Guye... Jing..."
"Quite a priceless treasure," Guye Jing said, muttering to herself as she landed on the edge of a giant rock.
At this moment, her figure was straight, her robes flying, her aura powerful. Demonic clouds rolled above her head, and her gaze was heroic and cold.
Compared to before, it was as if she had become a completely different person, radiating overwhelming battle intent and demonic energy from her entire body. In her pupils, demonic patterns interwove into a blood-red sea of stars.
Her palm gripped the Phoenix Tail Needle, and the trembling artifact spirit was easily suppressed by her.
She gathered her long black hair with both hands, using the Phoenix Tail Needle as a hairpin, threading it through.
In an instant, the previously smiling, playful woman transformed into a cold-faced lay scholar disguised as a man.