# Chapter 2704: Now It's My Turn to Kill You
"So strong, so fast."
"This sword strike is too domineering, completely impossible to see the sword technique or sword momentum. This is not the kind of sword path that should exist in the mortal world. This is the sword path that only a Sword God possesses."
"Breaking into the Supreme Realm, Zhang Ruochen might really become invincible under heaven!"
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As the crowd buzzed with discussion, Yuan and Lan Ying recondensed their bodies.
They were soul-bodied ghost forms; as long as their soul spirits were not extinguished, they could not die.
But the combat power Zhang Ruochen had erupted with shocked them. The two chose to retreat decisively and far away. Even someone like Lan Ying, a cosmic divine fetus born of slaughter, fearless and unafraid, was filled with intense wariness in his heart.
In the void, Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand while his other arm caught Bore, who had fallen from above.
With her Gate of True Self shattered, although she had not lost all her cultivation, she had suffered severe damage to her vital energy. She was extremely weak now, her delicate face pale like flawless immortal jade, her soft body limp as if boneless.
She gently leaned against Zhang Ruochen's chest, tranquil and at ease, without sadness or joy.
"Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to Two Forms."
"Two Forms give birth to Four Symbols, Four Symbols give birth to Eight Trigrams."
"Eight Trigrams evolve into the myriad things, and the myriad things return to the One."
Zhang Ruochen activated the power of his Wuji Sacred Will to its limit. Instantly, the entire sea region became turbulent with wind and clouds, thunder and lightning flashing.
The power of heaven and earth converged toward him.
The rules of heaven and earth were all under his control.
A powerful devouring and absorbing force pulled vital energy, seawater, dust, rules, time, space... all condensed into a single point, reforming a faint Gate of True Self phantom, suspended above the two of them.
"Zhang Ruochen is actually helping the Goddess of Fate condense her Gate of True Self again. This... this is too unbelievable..."
"The power Zhang Ruochen controls is too strange. Time and space combined into one—is it really so miraculous?"
"He must be using his Esoterica. Don't forget, Zhang Ruochen controls thirty ten-thousandths of Fate Esoterica. Moreover, he has been to the Origin Divine Temple and most likely obtained quite a bit of Origin Esoterica. With Fate Esoterica and Origin Esoterica, what can't he do?"
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The Gate of True Self was very unstable and extremely faint.
But looking at this faint shadow, the gods of both Hell and Heavenly Court were inwardly shaken, even more surprised than when Zhang Ruochen had defeated three Eon-level representatives with a single sword strike.
They certainly knew that Zhang Ruochen had used the power of Esoterica just now, and more than one kind.
But Esoterica could not mobilize all the rules of heaven and earth. What was truly strange was the power of his Sacred Will. This kind of Sacred Will, within a certain range of space, seemed to be in a state of complete control.
Most Saint realm cultivators who had reached the peak of Half-God could cultivate an Absolute Rule Domain and achieve complete control. But that involved squeezing out all the rules of heaven and earth, retaining only their own rules, forming an absolute domain.
Moreover, the range of such a domain was far inferior to the range covered by Zhang Ruochen's Sacred Will.
Xue Jue War God let out a long laugh: "Haha! Success. My grandson is the number one person of this era. He and that little Goddess of Fate are quite well-matched, a perfect union of pearls and jade, able to help each other. Hmm! Truly excellent. The more I look, the more I like it. If I remember correctly, this little Goddess of Fate is about to step down, isn't she?"
Luo Yan Great Emperor snorted coldly.
Ghost Lord spoke with a sinister chuckle: "A thousand years ago, the little Goddess of Fate was betrothed to Yan Wushen by Fulushou Divine Venerable. Even if she steps down, it has nothing to do with your Blood Absolute Family."
The smile on Xue Jue War God's face faded somewhat, and he did not continue with any wild words.
After all, this matter involved Fulushou Divine Venerable and also concerned the face of the Yama Clan. Wuqingzong was sitting right there! Some words could be spoken, but others required restraint.
On the surface, Xue Jue War God appeared arrogantly unrestrained, but in his heart, he understood everything clearly.
If he were truly only arrogant, only looking down on everyone, how could he have risen to the position of Great Tribe Chief of the Blood Heaven Tribe?
None of the gods doubted Bore's identity, after all, she was brought to the Destiny Temple by Nutian Shenzun and was a disciple of that Divine Venerable.
Nor did any god think she was a cultivator from the Kunlun Realm who had a past with Zhang Ruochen. After all, during the rescue battle that erupted at Fate Divine Mountain a thousand years ago, all the sleepers from the Kunlun Realm had been exposed and nearly completely annihilated.
If she were a cultivator from the Kunlun Realm, how could she not have participated in the rescue plan a thousand years ago?
For cultivators of the Kunlun Realm, was there anything more important than rescuing Tai Shang?
But the gods could also see that Bore and Zhang Ruochen had a deep relationship, far from a casual acquaintance. There must be some hidden circumstances.
Bore's cultivation had recovered somewhat. She left Zhang Ruochen's embrace and flew back to the ancient warship where the cultivators of the Destiny Temple were stationed.
On the sea surface.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes no longer held the arrogance and domineeringness from the beginning. They were very calm, but this calmness gave the cultivators present an even more overbearing feeling.
He said, "I said I wanted to be the master of ten realms, and you all disagreed, even joining forces to kill me. But since you can't kill me, now it's my turn to kill you."
Zhang Ruochen's sword pointed from Lan Ying to Yuan one by one. "We are all cultivators of the Hell Realm. You only need to leave behind your Monarch Sacred Artifacts, and today I can spare your lives."
Yuan moved the arm with twelve Soul-Devouring Bells behind her back.
Lan Ying, surrounded by six circling swords, let out a cold laugh.
They were both Eon-level representatives, the face of Earth Demon Ghost City and Green Deer Divine Temple, representing the Ghost Clan and Shura Clan. Being in this position meant they could only fight to the end, never compromise.
"I'll give you time to consider."
Zhang Ruochen's gaze shifted to Shang Zihong, his eyes turning several degrees colder. "I thought you were already dead, that the enmity and hatred between us had long returned to dust. But since you've come back to life, today I must kill you again, making you suffer Divine Form Annihilation."
The enmity between Zhang Ruochen and Shang Zihong was irreconcilable.
"That's exactly what I want to say to you. If it weren't for you, how could I have become this inhuman, unghostly state I am now?" Shang Zihong gritted his two rows of stone teeth, his anger blazing to the sky, showing no intention of fleeing.
Zhang Ruochen had already become his inner demon. If he fled again today, the inner demon would surely devour him.
How could he still become a god?
His two avatars, Fire Demon Emperor and Cold Night Sky, flew to Shang Zihong's left and right sides, both erupting with power fluctuations at the peak Half-God level, illuminating heaven and earth half with cold and half with heat.
"Kill!"
Zhang Ruochen roared, crossing space and appearing instantly before Shang Zihong, swinging his sword straight down.
"Bang!"
The attacks launched by Shang Zihong, Fire Demon Emperor, and Cold Night Sky were shattered by Zhang Ruochen's single sword strike. The three figures were struck by countless sword energies, falling straight toward the sea surface.
With two splashes, Fire Demon Emperor and Cold Night Sky plunged into the seawater.
Shang Zihong's body was the Five-Colored Merit Divine Stele. Struck by Zhang Ruochen's sword, it only left a white mark on his chest.
Five-colored light flickered, and the white mark disappeared.
"Boundless Merit!"
The merit divine patterns on Shang Zihong's body rose and fell, and a large amount of five-colored merit energy surged from within, covering the sea surface for ten thousand miles, transforming into a five-colored ocean.
Moreover, the merit energy ignited, converting into powerful force that drilled into Shang Zihong's body.
The aura Shang Zihong emitted grew stronger and stronger. From within his stone body came thunderous explosions.
"Shang Zihong is using his merit power, burning merit energy to boost his combat strength."
"Such a powerful aura. In this state, Shang Zihong might be able to contend with a False God."
Feng Yan snorted coldly: "The Merit Divine Temple was established jointly by the gods of the Heavenly Court. Merit power is collected from the myriad realms and heavens, meant to cultivate cultivators from all realms. Yet Shang Zihong uses it himself, for battle. Does he really think merit energy comes easily? Does he really think merit energy belongs to the Merit Divine Temple? Belongs to him alone, Shang Zihong?"
Feng Yan's voice was loud, reaching the ears of many cultivators.
Shang Zihong's actions enraged quite a few Heavenly Court cultivators.
After all, for cultivators from all realms of the Heavenly Court to obtain merit energy, they had to fight on the Merit Battlefield, risking their lives. And they could only get a small amount, used for cultivation.
But Shang Zihong was directly burning large quantities of merit energy. How could people's hearts be balanced?
Guna Fairy said, "Young Master Zihong has long merged with the Five-Colored Merit Divine Stele, so naturally he can use merit power. Besides, he is also trying to kill Zhang Ruochen, the Eon-level great traitor. It's not for personal gain."
"Boom!"
On the five-colored sea surface, Shang Zihong and Zhang Ruochen clashed.
Shang Zihong's entire body burned with five-colored divine flames, his strength immense. The Red Child Sword in his hand slashed out blood-red ribbons, his combat power reaching an extreme level.
Moreover, densely packed flowing light rule divine patterns merged with his body, making him faster than lightning.
Few cultivators present could clearly see his figure.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
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Except for the Burial Gold Path, Zhang Ruochen had no Dao methods that had reached the divine level. But relying on his fourteen golden wings, his burst speed was not inferior to Shang Zihong's.
The two were like beams of light colliding on the sea surface. Every sword strike was a direct clash, without dodging or using any other techniques.
It was purely a contest of strength and speed.
Thunderous sword-clashing sounds rose and fell one after another.
No one knew how many clashes had occurred. The five-colored light flew backward, its speed slowing, revealing Shang Zihong's figure. His stone body was covered with white light marks, struck by who knew how many swords.
"Burning merit energy, and this is all you can do? It seems today truly is your death day." Zhang Ruochen's long hair fluttered, his eyes cold as frost.
Shang Zihong spread his arms, his body becoming almost transparent. Inside, five-colored clouds and ancient divine script characters flowed. He said in a deep voice, "I am indestructible and immortal. Below a True God, who can kill me? Yin Yuan Chen, aren't you making a move yet? Zhang Ruochen has just broken through to a new realm. Combining our strength, let's first beat him back down in realm, then refine his blood and soul, making him die without..."
Before Shang Zihong finished speaking, the space before him trembled. The Ten-Thousand Curse Heavenly Bead flew out from within, striking his body.
Shang Zihong's soul spirit suffered an attack. He let out a low scream, his body flying backward.
It was the power of curses.
A Death Soul Curse!
"I can't destroy your physical body, but can't I destroy your soul spirit?" Zhang Ruochen descended from the sky, his left hand forming a large hand seal, heavily striking Shang Zihong.
As the large hand seal descended, the seawater beneath Shang Zihong solidified and froze, transforming into a boundless ice field.
"Bang!"
On the ice field, a handprint pit a thousand zhang long appeared. Shang Zihong was slammed into the bottom of the pit, the five-colored light on his body dimming considerably.
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There will be another chapter tonight.