Chapter 2583: Miserable End
To Wu Ma Jiu Xing, whether the Zhang Ruochen before him was real or fake no longer mattered.
What mattered was that this person's unexpected appearance had completely exposed him and the Qiankun Yiqi Hall, making it impossible for them to remain in the Hell Realm from now on.
The urgent matter at hand was to seize the divine artifact.
Just as Wu Ma Jiu Xing prepared to cross the Blood Lake and head toward Sword Island, the surface of the Blood Lake suddenly rippled with water sounds, waves rose up, and thick blood mist ascended.
The starry sky above the Blood Lake eerily turned blood-red as well.
The cultivators atop the stone altar were all terrified, sensing that the strange phenomenon before them was extremely frightening. Even the air seemed to carry the scent of blood.
It was as if an ancient demonic creature was about to emerge, ready to devour all living beings.
Even Wu Ma Jiu Xing, who had reached the realm of a True God, was alarmed by the sudden change. He sensed an intangible aura of danger, stared at Sword Island, and dared not act rashly.
Chi Yao, who had transformed into Zhang Ruochen's appearance, very much wanted to cross the Blood Lake and ascend Sword Island, but Xue Lingxian was at a critical moment of breaking through his realm, so she had to temporarily protect him.
"Wu Ma Jiu Xing, if you don't dare to set foot on Sword Island, you'd better leave quickly. Otherwise, once Xue Lingxian breaks through to godhood, the two of us will join forces, and you won't be able to escape even if you want to," Chi Yao said mockingly.
A thoughtful look flashed in Wu Ma Jiu Xing's eyes. Then, he summoned the bronze war blade "Yingtian" and said, "Whether you are Zhang Ruochen or not, today I will test how much substance you really have."
If this Zhang Ruochen before him was merely bluffing, then he still had a chance to kill all the cultivators present today.
With Yingtian in hand, Wu Ma Jiu Xing's aura surged dramatically. Countless blade-path rule divine patterns surged from his body, transforming into visible divine blades.
The cultivators of the Death God Hall, including Granny Haitang and others, had already taken the opportunity to flee from another direction toward the bottom of the giant stone altar.
Once two True Gods engaged in battle, the nearby space would surely become a forbidden danger zone.
Even Great Saints would have no chance of survival.
"Boom, rumble."
In an instant, the entire giant stone altar was enveloped by two vast, rolling divine clouds.
Within the clouds, densely packed divine blades and divine swords clashed, producing piercing sounds of tearing air.
"Bang!"
"Ah..."
Two Unbounded Realm Great Saints of the Death God Hall and the original Yuan Benji, who was in the Ten Thousand Deaths One Life realm, were slightly slower in escaping. They were struck by the blade light and sword shadows, instantly torn apart into two clouds of blood mist.
In such a critical moment, no cultivator paid any attention to Huanzhen, who was at the Half-Saint realm. Instead, Night Travel Master reached out a ghostly hand, grabbed him, and fled down the giant stone altar.
The group of cultivators stopped only after reaching a place where the fluctuations of the divine battle could not reach them.
"Behind the Qiankun Yiqi Hall is the Blade God Realm supporting them. This matter must be reported to the Destiny Temple, to wipe out all cultivators of the Qiankun Yiqi Hall and send Wu Ma Jiu Xing to the God Execution Platform," a Great Saint of the Death God Hall said indignantly.
"Zhang Ruochen has already reached the God Realm and sent a doppelganger to infiltrate the Hell Realm. He must have ulterior motives. This too must be reported."
The Death God Hall had suffered heavy losses. The few surviving Unbounded Realm Great Saints were grief-stricken and directed all their hatred toward Wu Ma Jiu Xing and Zhang Ruochen.
Yuan Shu True Emperor looked at the distant giant stone altar and let out a long, desolate sigh.
Huanzhen was held in Night Travel Master's hand like a doll. He showed no trace of sadness over Yuan Benji's death, his gaze extremely deep and restrained.
He knew very well that he absolutely could not reveal the secret that he was Yuan Qianmo at this moment.
Because Yuan Qianmo possessed countless treasures and wealth, hidden in a secret place known only to him. This was his capital to return to the peak of the Hell Realm in the future.
Huanzhen had extraordinary talent, personally trained by him, and was a Source Controller.
As long as he was given a thousand years, Yuan Qianmo was confident he could cultivate to an even stronger level than before.
But once the cultivators of the Death God Hall learned that he was Yuan Qianmo, with his Half-Saint realm cultivation, how could he possibly protect the treasures and wealth he once owned?
Having lost his powerful cultivation, Yuan Qianmo now dared not trust any cultivator.
Including Yuan Shu True Emperor.
Yuan Shu True Emperor's gaze fell on Night Travel Master, then shifted to Huanzhen in his hand, and said, "Senior Night Travel, Huanzhen is a cultivator of the Death God Hall. What do you mean by capturing him?"
Night Travel Master said, "Girl, are you blind? I am clearly saving him. Your Death God Hall cultivators stood by and did nothing to save him, yet you won't allow me to save him?"
Yuan Shu True Emperor said, "If Senior is truly saving him out of kindness, then on behalf of the Death God Hall, I express my gratitude. Now, please release him."
"No."
Night Travel Master stiffened his neck and said, "I saved him with my own ability. Why should I release him just because you say so? From now on, he is my disciple."
An Unbounded Realm Great Saint of the Death God Hall said angrily, "Night Travel, you old scoundrel, you're just a rogue cultivator. Do you dare to make an enemy of the Death God Hall?"
"Who says I'm a rogue cultivator? I am now a guest of the Blood Absolute Family. If you have the guts, let the gods of the Death God Hall come to the Blood Absolute Family to demand the person."
This time, Night Travel Master was unexpectedly stubborn, and the cultivators of the Death God Hall could do nothing about him.
After all, the Death God Hall had suffered heavy losses and everyone was injured. They also knew that Granny Haitang was powerful enough to break through the rule suppression of a True God, so they dared not clash head-on with them.
In the end, the cultivators of the Death God Hall left a few harsh words, claiming they would make Night Travel Great Saint and the Blood Absolute Family pay, then abandoned Huanzhen and hurriedly departed.
Yuan Qianmo gained an even clearer understanding of what it meant to experience the fickleness of human relationships—when the person is gone, the tea grows cold. If his true body were still alive, how could these cultivators of the Death God Hall have so easily abandoned Huanzhen?
Now, falling into the hands of the old ghost Night Travel Master filled Yuan Qianmo, who had been full of hope for the future, with a sense of unease.
Seven Hands Old Man was curious and asked, "Old club, why would you offend the Death God Hall for the sake of a Half-Saint?"
"What do you know? This kid is no ordinary Half-Saint; he is a Source Controller. His saint soul has been washed by the power of the source for years, containing endless mysteries. As long as I devour his soul, I can make up for many deficiencies in my ghost body. Coupled with the gains from this trip to the Origin Divine Temple, my attainment of godhood is just around the corner," Night Travel Master said with a sinister grin.
As long as it helped him step into the God Realm, he would dare to offend even the Destiny Temple, let alone the Death God Hall.
After all, if he didn't become a god, he wouldn't have many years left to live.
Hearing Night Travel Master's words, Huanzhen's body trembled, his face full of terror.
Unfortunately, he couldn't speak.
The dense, cold ghostly aura from Night Travel Master froze his body as if it had turned to ice, preventing him from opening his mouth.
Night Travel Master laughed again and said, "To be honest, if I hadn't joined the Blood Absolute Family, I really wouldn't dare to offend the Death God Hall like this. But now, with the Blood Absolute Family backing me and Blood Jue War God as my support, why should I fear the Death God Hall? As long as I hide in the Blood Absolute Family and cultivate my spiritual power to the seventieth-order God Realm, Blood Jue War God will surely protect me with all his might. Would the Death God Hall start a major conflict with Blood Jue War God over a Half-Saint disciple? Haha!"
Huanzhen's body trembled even more violently.
Night Travel Master frowned, and two balls of ghost fire surged in his eyes as he glared at him, saying, "Afraid? What use is fear? Your master Yuan Qianmo was crushed to death by Wu Ma Jiu Xing with one foot. You might as well go keep him company!"
With that, Night Travel Master opened his mouth wide enough to be as big as a washbasin and took a fierce inhale.
"Whoosh!"
A saint soul containing the light of the source flew out from Huanzhen's body and was swallowed into his stomach in one gulp.
The Ghost Clan relied on devouring souls to strengthen themselves. Refining the saint soul of a Half-Saint was an easy task for Night Travel Master.
After a while, Night Travel Master finished refining, and a faint layer of source light appeared on his ghostly body.
The cultivators present all looked on indifferently, finding nothing strange about it.
Ghost cultivators devouring souls was very normal.
Such incidents often caused conflicts between the Ghost Clan and the beings of the Lower Three Clans.
Seven Hands Old Man asked, "Did you obtain his memories? He was Yuan Qianmo's disciple; perhaps he knows about Yuan Qianmo's hidden treasures."
The number one figure on the "Divine Reserve Scroll" Grade A list surely possessed wealth and treasures comparable to a god.
Night Travel Master shook his head and said, "This kid's memories were sealed by a god of the Death God Hall. How could they be so easy to obtain?"
Seven Hands Old Man looked disappointed.
Night Travel Master sneered inwardly, thinking, "How could I tell you the truth?"
In reality, after devouring Huanzhen's saint soul, Night Travel Master had indeed obtained some fragmented memories that were not sealed by the god. Those memories were very brief, just a series of images.
If he followed the remnants of Huanzhen's memories, he might indeed find some good things.
"Give me his corpse. This is the flesh and blood of a Source Controller. It should also bring me many benefits."
Seven Hands Old Man transformed into his true form, opened his bloody mouth wide, swallowed Huanzhen's cold corpse whole, chewed it into flesh and blood, and gulped it down into his stomach.
Night Travel Master looked at Seven Hands Old Man and said with a sinister smile, "If the Death God Hall really goes to the Blood Absolute Family to demand the person, just say that Huanzhen was killed by Kailuo Dishi of the Paradise Realm. We need to get our stories straight and deny it to the death."
Standing beside A Le, Kailuo Dishi gritted his teeth in fury.
Meanwhile, Bai Qinger grabbed Zhang Ruochen and pulled him into the giant stone building. Her soft, lithe body coiled around him like a snake, wrapping around his back.
Her cold jade-like fingers pressed against Zhang Ruochen's brow, like a sword tip pressed there.
Bai Qinger's body was very soft and fragrant. The two warm, elastic masses pressed against his back, and her snow-white face leaned close to his ear. But Zhang Ruochen felt no lustful thoughts, his attention focused entirely on his brow.
Bai Qinger's weak voice sounded in Zhang Ruochen's ear, saying, "I know that Zangjin Baihu could strike at any moment, but tell it that I can definitely kill you before it kills me."
Zhang Ruochen quickly calmed down and asked, "Why are you capturing me?"
"Have you forgotten the bet between us? This is the third time I've caught you, isn't it?" Bai Qinger said with a smile.
But as soon as she laughed, she began to cough violently. The blood she coughed up flowed down Zhang Ruochen's neck.
Bai Qinger's face grew even paler. Weakly but seriously, she said, "I must heal my injuries as quickly as possible, so I need to drink your blood—more precisely, the White Cang Blood Earth contained in your blood."
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