# Chapter 2877: The Face of Great Slaughter War God Emperor
"Haha! Kid, where do you think you're running? Stay right here for this god!"
Chi Kunlun held the Abyssal Ancient Sword, continuously performing spatial displacement, fleeing at top speed. Behind him, surging black nether yin qi condensed into sharp claws, skulls, demon cities... and other terrifying forms.
During the daytime, sensing a large amount of origin rules converging toward the Rainbow Rain Mountain Range, Chi Kunlun had ventured into the red-yellow Gobi Desert to investigate.
Truly a fearless newborn calf.
Relying on his profound mastery of space, Chi Kunlun managed to avoid the divine patterns and spatial traps, breaking deep into the red-yellow Gobi Desert.
But just moments ago, he had encountered a god from the Hell Realm.
Now he was severely wounded, blood sliding down the sword blade onto the ground. Before he could escape far, he was enveloped by black nether yin qi.
A seven-meter-tall Bone Clan god walked out from the black mist.
Ghost fire burned on his bones.
The Bone Clan god let out a piercing laugh: "You must be the son of Zhang Ruochen and Empress Chi Yao, right? Haha, you've inherited their exceptional talent, not weak in cultivation, but in front of a god, you're still nothing."
Chi Kunlun was pressed down by strands of nether yin qi, unable to move, gritting his teeth as he glared at the Bone Clan god: "You're not worthy to speak my parents' names!"
Seeing that Chi Kunlun could still remain standing under his divine power suppression, the Bone Clan god grew displeased. He reached out with a bony hand through the air, snatching the Abyssal Ancient Sword away.
At the same time, a palm formed from divine energy suspended above Chi Kunlun's head.
"Ah!"
Chi Kunlun let out a long roar, his legs bending under pressure, blood seeping from his scalp. The fury in his eyes burned like two blazing furnaces.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword had long become famous alongside Zhang Ruochen.
The Bone Clan god suppressed the sword's artifact spirit, held it before him, and examined it carefully, laughing: "Truly a sword forged from Creation Divine Iron. Though it's only at the Heaven-Suppressing level now, in the future it could very well reach Sub-God level, or even transform into a divine artifact. What an invaluable battle weapon!"
A voice full of imposing authority exploded in the Bone Clan god's ears: "Unfortunately, you're not qualified to possess it."
"Who's there?"
Beneath the Bone Clan god's feet, black divine energy surged out in layers like tidal waves.
A blood-red sun tore through the boundless black nether yin qi, approaching from afar toward the Bone Clan god.
At the center of the blood-red sun stood a burly, domineering figure. He wore thick divine armor, with divine flames condensing into a pair of phoenix wings on his back, blood energy spreading beneath his feet.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
With each step, the earth trembled violently.
The shockwaves of divine energy struck the Bone Clan god, forcing him back step by step, his bones making "cracking" sounds as if about to shatter.
Recognizing the approaching god, the Bone Clan god quickly knelt on one knee, presenting the Abyssal Ancient Sword with both hands: "Taro of Darkness Temple, paying respects to Great Slaughter War God Emperor."
Blood Butcher walked up to the Bone Clan god Taro, reached out and lifted the Abyssal Ancient Sword, looking down at him with cold voice: "Smart of you to recognize the situation. If you had knelt even a moment slower, you'd already be a divine source by now."
Taro believed this ruthless character might actually do such a thing, so he dared not reply.
He was merely a false god—how could he challenge a true god?
Blood Butcher glanced at Chi Kunlun: "Do you know who he is?"
"The son of Zhang Ruochen and Empress Chi Yao, a cultivator of the Kunlun Realm." Taro said.
Blood Butcher said: "Then do you know what relationship Zhang Ruochen and I have?"
Taro certainly knew, but how could he say that at this moment? "I wouldn't know."
Blood Butcher wasn't about to let him off that easily. He lifted his left leg, thick as a pillar, and kicked out, sending Taro flying over ten miles away, plowing a deep trench in the ground.
"Damn it, does your Darkness Temple think I'm not strong enough? My senior brother's body is barely cold, and you're already making moves against his offspring—giving me absolutely no face?"
Taro climbed out of the dirt, burning with rage but unable to vent it: "It won't happen again."
Blood Butcher looked arrogant: "Remember this well. Though my senior brother has fallen, we were as close as brothers. Bullying his offspring is slapping me in the face. For the sake of Darkness Temple and Azure Mystic Spirit God, get lost!"
Taro didn't want to stay here another moment. He transformed into a beam of divine light, shooting off into the night.
"Still not convinced—left without even thanking me for not killing him. That divine source of yours will be mine sooner or later." Blood Butcher watched Taro's departure, killing intent thick in his eyes.
If not for another Hell Realm god watching, Blood Butcher would never have let Taro leave.
A divine source was no small prize!
"Greetings, Uncle Blood Butcher."
Chi Kunlun clasped his hands and bowed to Blood Butcher.
Chi Kunlun didn't know if his father's relationship with Blood Butcher was truly that close, but the other party had indeed saved him. Moreover, he was now aligned with the Heavenly Court, while the other was a god of the Hell Realm.
If he didn't acknowledge this uncle, Chi Kunlun wasn't sure he could leave alive today.
Since the other had called him uncle, Blood Butcher had to maintain the image of an elder, unable to embezzle the Abyssal Ancient Sword. His heart ached as if being cut, but he still tossed the sword back to Chi Kunlun with a flourish.
"Keep it safe! This sword, in your father's hands, cut down countless heroes. Don't let it be disgraced by you. I owed your father a Supreme Sacred Artifact back then—consider this debt repaid today!"
Chi Kunlun held the Abyssal Ancient Sword, pain flashing in his eyes: "Uncle Blood Butcher's righteousness surpasses those hypocrites of the Heavenly Court a hundred times over."
Hearing such praise, Blood Butcher felt a bit lightheaded.
He dared not say that even if he had taken the Abyssal Ancient Sword, he wouldn't dare use it. What if Yan Wushen came knocking?
As a disciple of Death God Venerable, Blood Butcher could indeed throw his weight around in the Hell Realm, but he was still somewhat intimidated by Yan Wushen.
"I, the War God Emperor, was a brother who lived and died together with your father and your master. How could I take a Supreme Sacred Artifact from a junior? It's a pity about your father—ah, if he were still alive, a mere Taro wouldn't dare harm you."
Chi Kunlun said: "See the living, see the dead. Father may not be dead yet—perhaps he still lives in this world."
Blood Butcher shook his head with a smile.
The Destiny Temple had already calculated—there was no trace of Zhang Ruochen's life force in heaven and earth.
Since his Qi Sea and divine source had been shattered by Ancestor Qing, and all his treasures appeared on Empress Chi Yao, how could he have entered some uncalculable place to cultivate again?
"Here, take this. If you encounter cultivators from the Hell Realm in the future, mention my name. Now leave this place quickly—this is no place for a Saint Realm cultivator."
Blood Butcher tossed a token to Chi Kunlun.
Chi Kunlun had never seen such a large token—as big as a door panel, like a shield, with the five characters "Great Slaughter War God Emperor" imprinted with powerful divine might.
Free stuff was free stuff.
Chi Kunlun accepted the shield... no, the token, thanked him, then concealed his aura and left.
A figure emitting rotting corpse aura walked out, shaped like a crow: "Taro is a divine general under Azure Mystic Spirit God of Darkness Temple. Why offend Darkness Temple for someone already dead?"
"Brother Ancient Crow doesn't understand. Chi Kunlun is not only Zhang Ruochen's offspring but also Yan Wushen's disciple. Who can say what Yan Wushen's future achievements will be?"
Blood Butcher felt that before the gods of Death Divine Palace, he should appear cold and ruthless.
Pushing everything onto Yan Wushen was telling Ancient Crow that he, Great Slaughter War God Emperor, had no feelings—it was all about interests.
"Junior brother thinks far ahead. Yan Wushen is indeed worth befriending."
Ancient Crow's gaze turned toward the temple: "We're very close to Rain Chen Temple. Let's go take a look—we must be careful."
On the red-yellow Gobi Desert, space formations and divine patterns guarded the area. Though great commotion had occurred during the day, no aura had leaked out.
Ancient Crow and Blood Butcher had come because they detected abnormal fluctuations in origin rules, guessing that Rain Chen Temple might contain a large amount of origin esoterica.
The esoterica of eternal paths—any god would fight for it.
Soon, Blood Butcher and Ancient Crow arrived beneath the gates of Rain Chen Temple, looking at the desolate tombstones and ruined, collapsed buildings inside, feeling a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.
Ancient Crow was at Upper God level: "Be careful—there's a space formation here."
"What's so impressive about a space formation? Before a god, even space is like paper that can be easily torn apart."
Blood Butcher released divine flames, shooting them from his palm.
"It's a divine formation." Ancient Crow said.
Blood Butcher was startled. Seeing his divine flames about to strike the gate, he quickly opened his mouth and sucked, pulling all the flames back into his belly.
"That was close. A space divine formation is no joke—good thing I didn't trigger it." Blood Butcher said.
Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qinger stood within the space formation beneath the gate, watching the two Hell Realm gods who had arrived.
"Ancient Crow, a disciple of Death God Venerable, at Upper God level—not exactly a powerhouse. But being able to cultivate to Upper God level means he's no weakling either." Bai Qinger said.
Bai Qinger had extremely high standards, so evaluating Ancient Crow this way was somewhat dismissive.
In Zhang Ruochen's view, this Ancient Crow's aura was far stronger than the similarly Upper God-level Gui Si—not someone they could contend with elsewhere.
But elsewhere was elsewhere.
Here, Zhang Ruochen was in charge.
"You should step back for a moment." Zhang Ruochen said.
Bai Qinger guessed what he wanted to do: "You want to see Blood Butcher?"
"He came at just the right time. There are many things I can't do personally right now—I need someone to be my blade." Though Zhang Ruochen had found a way to restore his cultivation and lifespan, he hadn't fully recovered yet.
Moreover, after the Ancestor Qing incident, Zhang Ruochen deeply understood how great a threat he posed in the eyes of those top-tier powerhouses.
Who could guarantee Ancestor Qing wouldn't strike a second time?
Better to stay hidden and safe.
"Your blade? What do you want to do? Kill another god?"
Bai Qinger grew worried, not wanting Zhang Ruochen to cause too much trouble, since this was Xinghuantian. Before the divine city was forged, the Goddess Twelve Pavilions couldn't withstand a storm.
"Don't worry, I know my limits."
Zhang Ruochen's mind echoed with the words Shang Hong had spoken to White Queen in the Divine Maiden Tower of the world.
Bai Qinger probably had no idea that her mother had always been under someone's control, nor that she herself carried the blood of the God-Defying Clan. He didn't want what happened to White Queen to happen to Bai Qinger.