Chapter 2861: Divine Master Yu Yao
Wuma Jiuxing’s pupils contracted, his expression turning extremely grave, with waves surging in his heart like great billows striking the sky.
A god who had reached the Middle-Rank God realm and cultivated for nearly fifty thousand years had fallen just like that?
One must know that even an Upper-Rank God killing a Middle-Rank God was no easy task.
Wuma Jiuxing had some judgment of Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power intensity—how could he possibly kill Mo Tong?
Couldn’t Mo Tong even escape?
Wuma Jiuxing was no ordinary person; his state of mind quickly settled, and he made a judgment, saying, “You used the power of the Heavenly Venerable divine patterns to kill him? Do you know that he was one of the nine great assassins of the Heavenly Assassination Organization?”
Zhang Ruochen stood on the cloud bridge, suspended in midair, and said, “You sure know how to turn things around. I have a deep friendship with Mo Tong—how could I possibly kill him? It was clearly you who struck by surprise and killed him.”
Wuma Jiuxing truly could not understand why the other party would use such a clumsy tactic to pin Mo Tong’s death on him. A careful investigation would make the truth impossible to conceal.
“Old sir, if you had hidden in the shadows and used the terrain of the Heavenly Venerable remains, I might indeed have been wary. But now that you’ve left the remains and revealed yourself, your advantage is completely gone.”
“Whoosh!”
Wuma Jiuxing raised the bronze war blade above his head, and a pillar of blade energy shot straight into the sky.
Powerful divine power spread from beneath his feet, leveling mountains and rivers across ten thousand miles of territory. Fortunately, the land around the Heavenly Venerable remains was sparsely populated; otherwise, countless lives would have perished.
He swung the blade down!
Before the blade energy arrived, Zhang Ruochen’s body had already shattered.
“Not good, I’ve been tricked again!”
Even with his steady state of mind, Wuma Jiuxing was now burning with rage, desperately wanting to drag the old fellow’s true body out and chop him to pieces.
What his blade struck was not Zhang Ruochen’s true body, but a false form conjured from Mo Tong’s divine source.
Wuma Jiuxing’s blade struck the divine source solidly, causing a massive explosion of divine power that turned into a bright ring of light spreading outward for ten thousand miles.
It wasn’t that Wuma Jiuxing lacked intelligence, but the gap in spiritual power was too great for him to seize the initiative.
In fact, his ability to retreat entirely from the Heavenly Venerable remains was already remarkable—he had made the best judgment each time while at a disadvantage.
The gods of Xinghuantian all sensed the powerful divine energy fluctuations coming from the direction of the Heavenly Venerable remains at the first moment.
“That’s Wuma Jiuxing’s aura, and he’s striking with full force.”
“Wuma Jiuxing dares to cause trouble on Xinghuantian? Having the Blade Venerable as his backing really makes a difference.”
“Wuma Jiuxing is not an arrogant and domineering person. Though young, he has deep cunning. For him to draw his blade, something major must have happened. Let’s go take a look.”
From the First Divine Maiden City, streaks of divine light flew out, heading straight for the Heavenly Venerable remains.
With the power of true gods, they crossed hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant, arriving at the region outside the remains where blade energy ran rampant.
For ten thousand miles around, dust flew, and rule divine patterns covered everything.
Some gods wanted to move closer, but after flying just a few hundred miles, they were struck by blade path rule divine patterns and sent flying back, their hearts filled with shock. One said, “Wuma Jiuxing is formidable. He’s only just reached the Middle-Rank God realm, yet his power is already this strong.”
“Wuma Jiuxing was once invincible in the mortal world, with a deep foundation. Naturally, he is extraordinary,” Shang Hong said.
Shang Hong gathered with the gods of the Heavenly Realm Faction, all of them radiant and imposing, turning the area into a white-glowing divine land.
After defeating the Destiny Temple divine son Hai Shang Minggong by half a move, Shang Hong’s prestige had grown even greater, making him seem as if he were about to ascend to immortality.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
…
Four streaks of divine light came from beyond the sky.
They wore divine garments of different colors, each breathtakingly beautiful, with skin like carved ice and jade, like four celestial maidens descending to the mortal world. As they landed, a rain of flowers enveloped them.
They were the four pavilion masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions: Hua, Ye, Qiu, and Xue.
Their eyes fixed on Wuma Jiuxing in the chaotic heaven and earth ahead, their divine gazes like pillars, all carrying anger.
Snow Rain Pavilion Master Liu Qingcheng said coldly, “Xinghuantian is a major world ruled by the Goddess Twelve Pavilions. There are clear rules: no god may cause trouble in this realm. Wuma Jiuxing, come with us to see the City Lord.”
Thousands of miles away, Wuma Jiuxing released his divine realm world, fully alert.
“Whoosh!”
A bolt of lightning condensed, like a river of electricity, charging into his divine realm world.
Wuma Jiuxing moved with incredible speed, dodging instantly and leaping into the air, shouting, “I’ve found you! This blade will end your life here.”
He raised the bronze war blade above his head. Patterns emerged on the blade, emitting light visible even from the First Divine Maiden City hundreds of thousands of miles away.
With a single slash, the energy of heaven and earth instantly boiled.
Zhang Ruochen stood under an old tree with twisted roots and vines outside a dense forest, watching the blade light fall. He felt the power of heaven and earth pressing in on him from all sides.
He was locked onto by Wuma Jiuxing’s blade intent.
“As expected of Wuma Jiuxing, finding me so quickly.”
Zhang Ruochen showed no fear. He raised his arm slightly, and the earth before him rose up, turning the plain into a plateau that collided with the incoming blade light.
“Boom!”
A thousand miles of land exploded, divine soil cracked, and everything was devastated.
“Wuma, you brat, this enmity is irreconcilable. I will fight you to the death!”
Zhang Ruochen no longer hid. He revealed himself, his white hair and long beard fluttering in the wind. He raised his palm above his head, and the divine energy of heaven and earth converged into rivers of energy flowing toward his palm.
His palm seemed to hold a blazing sun, which he hurled at Wuma Jiuxing.
Liu Qingcheng saw Zhang Ruochen’s figure and showed a strange expression, saying, “It’s him.”
“Who is that old man?” asked the Nether Flower Pavilion Master, wearing a sexy black lace dress.
Liu Qingcheng said, “He’s the mysterious old man I mentioned who lives in seclusion on Yunfan Star. He has exceptional skill in music and is said to have a deep connection with the Goddess Twelve Pavilions.”
“How did he end up fighting Wuma Jiuxing?” asked the Autumn Frost Pavilion Master.
Liu Qingcheng said, “Perhaps it has to do with the Heavenly Venerable gauze.”
Hearing this, the other three pavilion masters were visibly moved, both surprised and delighted.
“We can’t let them keep fighting like this, or it will cause severe damage to Xinghuantian.”
“Let’s intervene first and stop them.”
The four pavilion masters took out a hundred-zhang-tall bloodstone altar and flew onto it. Combining their strength, the altar erupted with dense patterns, and blood light dyed the entire heaven and earth red.
Even more terrifying, the bloodstone altar drew upon the residual power of the Heavenly Venerable within Xinghuantian.
The four pavilion masters drove the bloodstone altar forward, charging into the center of the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Wuma Jiuxing, suppressing the violent divine power.
Autumn Frost Pavilion Master stood at the edge of the altar, flying in midair, her long skirt fluttering. The depths of her two snow-white, straight jade legs were faintly visible, exuding infinite temptation. She said coldly, “Stop! Whoever attacks again will be sentenced to death.”
Wuma Jiuxing raised his blade and looked at the sky, saying, “Today’s matter was all provoked by that old fellow. Even Mo—”
“My old friend Mo Tong died so tragically! Wuma Jiuxing, let’s settle this in the starry sky, life or death!” Zhang Ruochen’s voice was aged but heart-wrenching, filled with grief.
Wuma Jiuxing took a deep breath, trembling with rage, his gaze sharp as a blade.
Zhang Ruochen threw Mo Tong’s divine source to Liu Qingcheng on the altar, tears streaming down his aged face, saying, “It was him, it was him who killed Mo Tong. If I don’t avenge this, I will never rest in peace. Fight! To the death! Today, I will use your divine blood to honor Mo Tong.”
Zhang Ruochen released his spiritual power, pulling down small planets from outer space, raining them down like meteors on Wuma Jiuxing.
Zhang Ruochen knew his lifespan was short, and there was little he could do. He had to do what he could, one thing at a time. He had to kill Wuma Jiuxing to completely eliminate the threat to A Le and Peach Blossom. Moreover, a thousand years ago, Wuma Jiuxing had taken his Zhoufan Bracelet, and the enmity between them was not small.
No one expected this old man, whose lifespan was nearly exhausted, to be so aggressive and unstoppable.
Seeing the stars falling, the four pavilion masters quickly drove the altar away, retreating far.
Wuma Jiuxing saw the other party’s intent and realized that this old man had a special relationship with Peach Blossom and A Le. He didn’t want to continue the fight and chased after the direction the four pavilion masters had left.
Fighting a dying man was the most irrational thing.
But before he could get far, a formation barrier appeared before him, blocking his path.
“Break!”
Wuma Jiuxing swung his blade.
The blade light, like a crescent moon hundreds of miles long, appeared on the ground and collided with the formation barrier.
Such a domineering slash, yet it failed to break the formation barrier.
The formation barrier was like a vast ocean, swallowing all the destructive power contained in the blade light.
Wuma Jiuxing immediately stopped, staring in disbelief at the formation barrier ahead and the bloodstone altar that had already moved far away behind it.
“Which expert is blocking my way?” Wuma Jiuxing said.
Yu Yao stood in a manor in the Divine Maiden Garment City, hundreds of thousands of miles away. Her crystal-red lips moved slightly as she said softly, “Since this is a conflict of enmity, today I will give you a chance to settle it, life or death. This will prevent your battle from affecting a wider area of Xinghuantian and causing widespread suffering.”
Her voice, though soft and melodious, echoed like a vast heavenly sound from the sky, resounding across the region hundreds of thousands of miles away.
No one knew where the voice came from.
On the bloodstone altar, the four pavilion masters’ expressions changed simultaneously.
“It’s Divine Master Yu Yao. Only her formations could be so powerful,” Liu Qingcheng said.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master said in surprise, “Isn’t she always detached from worldly affairs? Why has she gotten involved in this matter?”
Other gods thought it was a divine realm expert from the Goddess Twelve Pavilions who had set up the formation to prevent the divine battle’s aftermath from spreading. Only the gods of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions knew that Divine Master Yu Yao, though living on Xinghuantian, never interfered in its affairs and was not a member of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions.
This was a very strange matter.
Shang Hong’s gaze was heavy as he said, “Xinghuantian actually has a formation divine master. I underestimated the Goddess Twelve Pavilions before.”
One who could be called a divine master must have spiritual power reaching at least the eightieth rank.
But reaching the eightieth rank in spiritual power did not necessarily make one a divine master.