Chapter 2663: Peerless and Unmatched Chi Kunlun
Shang Zihong finally saw Chi Kunlun again.
At this moment, Chi Kunlun had already defeated six Great Saints from the Blade God Realm, each one pierced through with a single punch. One of them had his physical body shattered and died on the spot.
The remaining five were all severely injured.
"You, the Blade God Realm, claim to be the number one sword path in the universe, a renowned strong realm in the Heavenly Court. Yet you're all useless—none of you can withstand a single punch from me? Is this the level of a Heavenly Court strong realm? How can you contend with the Hell Realm?"
Chi Kunlun, clad in a black robe, his face cold and stern, stood like a straight spear, blocking the exit of the Blade God Realm cultivators.
His arrogant words provoked a storm of furious roars from the courtyard.
"I, the Emperor, will fight you."
From the courtyard surged a wave of blue flames, condensing into the form of thousands of troops and horses, emitting piercing howls.
A powerful figure clad in an ancient divine artifact battle armor flew out from the blue flames, wielding a crimson heavy blade that slashed downward. As the blade light emerged, waves of flame swept across the sky.
The one who struck was a Blade Emperor from the Blade God Realm, who had cultivated for nearly ten thousand years and was a figure renowned across all directions.
To be called a Blade Emperor, one must have cultivated the sword path to the pinnacle. The flames erupting from his body were scorching hot, exceeding 200,000 degrees.
Chi Kunlun charged forward and punched the blade's edge.
"Boom!"
The Blade Emperor of the Blade God Realm was sent flying backward, crashing into the divine pattern light barrier of the courtyard before falling heavily to the ground.
Twelve of his major bones were broken.
Chaotic dark force invaded his body, preventing him from standing up immediately.
Chi Kunlun did not strike again. "Finally, a cultivator who can maintain an intact body under my punch. Your cultivation is not bad."
The Blade Emperor did not take this as a compliment. He felt both humiliated and furious, believing Chi Kunlun was mocking him.
Chi Kunlun added, "Today, I did not come to kill, only to teach you arrogant mediocrities a lesson."
"You have already killed someone—how can you say you didn't come to kill?" a Blade God Realm Great Saint shouted angrily.
Chi Kunlun glared at him. "Since it's a challenge, accidents are inevitable. How many cultivators from the Kunlun Realm have died in challenges from the Blade God Realm? Tonight, anyone who can withstand one of my punches will live."
Chi Kunlun's disturbance was too great, alarming many.
The sound of wind breaking echoed continuously.
More and more onlookers gathered.
To block an entire realm's cultivators single-handedly, especially a top strong realm like the Blade God Realm—such courage and spirit could not help but impress the world's cultivators.
Cultivators from the Kunlun Realm arrived, feeling immensely relieved, cheering for Chi Kunlun.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden stood in the crowd, gazing at the towering figure, silently thinking, "Is this the blade he spoke of?"
Chi Kunlun continued, "If the mighty Blade God Realm is so frightened that no one dares to fight me alone, you can all come together. But then, I cannot guarantee I will show mercy and let you live."
From the courtyard came a light snort: "Junior, don't be too arrogant. I know who you are—just the bastard of that short-lived ghost from the Kunlun Realm."
As the voice fell, Mo Yi walked out.
Although he had been severely injured in his battle with the Sword Emperor, his injuries had now healed, and his combat power surpassed that Blade Emperor. Thus, despite Chi Kunlun's impressive record, he was not intimidated.
Chi Kunlun was not angered at all. "Come, come, come—take my punch."
Mo Yi directly unleashed his Absolute Blade Dao Domain, soared into the air, and slashed out a dazzling blade light.
The brilliance of the blade split the night in two.
Chi Kunlun threw a punch, causing space to violently tremble and heaven and earth to shake.
"Clang."
Only a blade fell from the sky.
Mo Yi's body was blown apart by the punch, turning into a mist of blood, and even his sacred soul was shattered.
"Rustle, rustle."
The blood mist turned into rain, falling to the ground, leaving red spots everywhere.
The entire scene fell silent, everyone stunned.
Especially the Blade God Realm cultivators, who stood as if petrified, staring at the black-robed man at the entrance as if he were a demon god. Some cultivators' legs trembled uncontrollably.
Mo Yi had been killed with one punch!
Mo Yi's cultivation and combat power were second only to Yu Ze in the Blade God Realm, a figure on the "Red Dust Peerless List." He was someone who had a chance to become a god in the future—how could he die under Chi Kunlun's fist?
It couldn't be real—it must be an illusion.
Many cultivators felt everything before them was an illusion, too hard to accept.
The Blade Emperor stood up from the ground, using his blade as a support, looking up at the falling blood rain. His sense of humiliation and anger vanished. At this moment, he only felt incredibly lucky that he hadn't spoken as much as Mo Yi, or he would have fallen first.
The opponent was too terrifying.
This punch left Shang Zihong and Michael, standing in the distance, momentarily dazed and unable to react.
Michael said, "Even if Mo Yi was too careless and the opponent caught his flaw, how could he be killed with one punch? Is he really Chi Kunlun? After a thousand years of cultivation, is he stronger than us who participated in the Demigod Plan?"
A thousand years ago, Shang Zihong had captured the young Chi Kunlun twice and nearly killed him.
But after a thousand years without seeing him, the young Chi Kunlun and the current Chi Kunlun were worlds apart. Shang Zihong naturally couldn't verify the truth.
"Mo Yi died without injustice."
Shang Zihong had clearly seen the exchange and continued, "If Mo Yi had taken his opponent seriously, even a Eon-level representative couldn't kill him with one move. But Mo Yi made a huge mistake—he never expected his opponent to be a space controller. Chi Kunlun's punch just now was thrown from a distance, landing directly on Mo Yi, bypassing his blade light."
That Chi Kunlun was a space controller was no secret, but he had been out of the public eye for a thousand years, and a thousand years ago he was too weak, so it was easy for top experts like Mo Yi to overlook him.
Shang Zihong added, "Moreover, the power Chi Kunlun unleashed was divine power."
"Divine power? How can it be divine power? He doesn't seem to have a demigod physical body—could he have already entered the divine realm through the blade path?" Michael said.
Shang Zihong had some guesses but couldn't be sure, unable to make an accurate judgment.
Michael grew wary. "Who would have thought that the teenager from a thousand years ago would become such a great threat now. With the strength he's shown, even if Mo Yi knew he was a space controller and was cautious, he probably couldn't last a few moves. I think there's no need to let Yu Ze fight anymore. If something happens to him, the top combat power of the Blade God Realm's mortal world would collapse by more than half."
Shang Zihong nodded, agreeing with this approach. "Dealing with Chi Kunlun is actually not difficult."
"Are you going to fight him yourself?" Michael asked.
Shang Zihong said, "No! Fighting personally is the worst strategy. Don't forget, Chi Kunlun is no longer a cultivator of the Kunlun Realm. He grew up in the Hell Realm and has completely become a traitor. Look, as soon as he returned to the Heavenly Court, he killed two Great Saints, one of whom was on the 'Red Dust Peerless List.'"
Michael understood and sneered, "A Hell Realm cultivator comes to Red Dust Archipelago and goes on a killing spree. If the Red Dust Peerless Tower doesn't intervene, we'll report it to the Heavenly Palace and let the Heavenly Palace's heavenly laws execute him."
A message light talisman flew into Shang Zihong's hand.
On the talisman was written: "Shu Qianchi has captured Lian Xi the Great Palace Master and taken her to the Green Pear Garden."
"It really is him."
With a crack, Shang Zihong crushed the message light talisman into pieces. "Send word of Chi Kunlun's matter to the gods of the Blade God Realm. Ask the gods to communicate with the Heavenly Palace. There's no need for us to waste time here. Perhaps Shu Qianchi is the more terrifying figure, requiring our careful attention."
"This Red Dust Assembly was supposed to be a time for our Paradise Realm cultivators to shine and dominate the heroes. Why have so many accidents occurred?" Michael said with frustration.
"Did you say accident? That's right—ever since Shu Qianchi appeared, everything has gone against us. And my heart, for some reason, feels unsettled."
Shang Zihong's gaze was heavy. He felt there was an answer on the tip of his tongue, but when he thought carefully, he had no clue.
It was as if a layer of fog covered his heart, preventing him from reaching that point.
"Don't panic. No matter how powerful Shu Qianchi is, can he be stronger than Zhang Ruochen back then?" Michael patted his shoulder.
Shang Zihong shuddered, as if the fog had cleared and the moon was visible. "Who did you just say? Zhang Ruochen?"
"Why are you reacting so strongly? That short-lived ghost has been dead for a thousand years. Zihong, could it be that your inner demon hasn't been eradicated yet?"
"No, no, it's not an inner demon. It's Zhang Ruochen—he must have returned. Shu Qianchi is Zhang Ruochen. Everyone thought he died a thousand years ago, including me, so there was a blind spot in our thinking. But who actually saw Zhang Ruochen killed? No one. He's still alive; he's back. Everything makes sense now. It's him, it must be him." Shang Zihong was almost mad, his eyes red as if they would bleed.
Michael's face turned serious. He quickly tried to calm him, looking at him with sympathy. "Zihong, your state is off. Maybe you should go into seclusion to recover? Leave the Green Pear Garden to me."
Shang Zihong gritted his white teeth. "No, you are no match for Zhang Ruochen. I have to go myself. Immediately gather all the Supreme Realm Great Saints from the Paradise Realm faction. We cannot let him escape again tonight."
"Zhang Ruochen is already dead. Wake up first," Michael said.
Shang Zihong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, completely bloodshot. He glared at Michael and said rudely, "I told you to do it, so do it. Do you understand?"
Seeing his eyes, Michael's breath caught, and his whole body turned cold.
He felt that if he dared to defy Shang Zihong's order, Shang Zihong, in his current state, might kill him.
Possessed by a demon.
This was an invasion by an inner demon.
"Fine, I'll go right away."
Michael turned and walked quickly, thinking that he must immediately go see the three Angel Emperors of Paradise Realm and join forces with them to suppress Shang Zihong first. Otherwise, who knew what crazy things a demon-possessed Shang Zihong might do?