Chapter 3100: Ghost Lord Arrives
Snow Wood Hall Master of the Longevity Hall was so terrified his face turned pale, retreating step by step. If he were not trapped within the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations, he would have already fled far away.
He regretted deeply in his heart, knowing he should never have come to the Hundred Clans Royal City.
What a ghostly mess—how could Zhang Ruochen, this brat, be so powerful?
Zhang Ruochen pulled the divine sword from Xiang Ruyue's body. "Fengdu Dadi is a peerless overlord of this world. How could Fengdu Ghost City produce a mediocre talent like you, being used by others without even realizing it?"
Xiang Ruyue's chest had a bowl-sized hole burned through by the divine sword's flames, his divine body weakened. He snorted, "Zhang Ruochen, I am completely convinced by your defeat. But your actions have insulted the Heavenly Venerable far too much. Among the gods of Fengdu Ghost City, I am not the only one who wishes to grind your bones to dust."
Zhang Ruochen raised the divine sword, about to strike down, then suddenly paused and smiled. "Killing you would play right into the Darkness Temple's scheme. However, since you dared come to the Hundred Clans Royal City and attempt to kill me, you cannot be let off lightly."
"Chi!"
The divine sword pierced into Xiang Ruyue's ghostly body, prying out a Divine Source.
Putting away the Divine Source, Zhang Ruochen struck out with a palm, using Space Force to blast Xiang Ruyue out of the Hundred Clans Royal City and into the void of the universe. "If you want your Divine Source back, tell your master Shentu Ghost Emperor to come find me."
Shentu Ghost Emperor was one of the Five Directions Ghost Emperors of Fengdu Ghost City, an Infinite Realm God Venerable who had cultivated for a million years.
"So arrogant! He dares offend even Fengdu Ghost City—does he have no regard for the Heavenly Venerable?"
"Making Shentu Ghost Emperor come to see him? Does he think he's the Heavenly Mother?"
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Having slain a great god of the Destiny Temple and dug out the Divine Source of a Fengdu Ghost City god, the cultivators in the Hundred Clans Royal City all felt Zhang Ruochen had pierced the heavens and would not die well. The crazier he was now, the more miserable he would be later.
Zhang Ruochen glared at Qing Yuntai, who had just reformed his divine body. "Why are you so excited? Even if the Destiny Temple and Fengdu Ghost City want to kill me, that's for later. You won't even make it through today!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
With three consecutive palm strikes, Zhang Ruochen battered Qing Yuntai's flesh until it was bloody, his divine soul nearly exploding. Finally, his Divine Source was dug out, and he was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.
"You are a great god of the Undying Blood Clan. No matter how great your crime, it should be judged by the Clan Mansion and the Divine Temple." Zhang Ruochen said.
Snow Wood Hall Master almost cursed aloud. You still know that rule? When you refined Xuanqi Old Ancestor to death earlier, did you ever think to hand him over to the Ghost Clan for judgment? When you beheaded Huoze Divine Lord, did you ever consider sending him to the Destiny Temple?
Zhang Ruochen, surrounded by six divine swords, stared at Snow Wood Hall Master. "You seem unconvinced?"
Even if Snow Wood Hall Master felt fear inside, he could not show it on his face. So he twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a cold laugh.
"You dare sneer at me?"
Zhang Ruochen moved like lightning, striking Snow Wood Hall Master with a fist.
Snow Wood Hall Master raised his Divine Realm World, forming dozens of layers of divine shields to block the attack, but his body still flew backward. He was inwardly frustrated—he had only sneered!
He knew that Zhang Ruochen's true fury stemmed from the Qingling Great World.
This was also why Zhang Ruochen dared to go on such a killing spree.
Because the Ten Realms were Zhang Ruochen's territory, but they had been occupied by various major forces. In particular, the Qingling Great World, under the ravages of the Earth Fiend Ghost City, Longevity Hall, and Zangjin Bone Sea, had transformed from a world of flourishing races into a shadowy realm filled with wandering souls and dead bodies.
One could say Zhang Ruochen stood on the side of reason.
"Hua!"
Snow Wood Hall Master used all his trump cards, blocking over a dozen of Zhang Ruochen's attacks. The more he fought, the more alarmed he became. This brat's close-combat strength was formidable, and with the sharpness of his divine swords, he was truly terrifying.
Not wanting to follow in the footsteps of Xuanqi Old Ancestor and Huoze Divine Lord, Snow Wood Hall Master was forced to burn his divine blood, greatly increasing his combat power.
Xue Zhi Ancient God sighed. "As a hall master, Snow Wood has been pushed to this point. His lifetime of prestige is ruined."
"Better than dying. Regardless, after today's battle, Zhang Ruochen has firmly established his title as Realm Venerable of Xinghuantian. No leader of any major force in the Hell Realm will dare underestimate him anymore." Yan Yu let out a long breath, feeling a sense of being far out of reach.
Xue Zhi Ancient God looked up at the sky. The Star Prison Grand Formation was continuously closing in.
Once this formation was fully activated, combined with the Hundred Clans' divine formations, the Hundred Clans Royal City would become as solid as gold, completely falling under Zhang Ruochen and the Three Great Clans' control. By then, unless a Heaven-level figure arrived, no one would be able to break through the city.
Many gods from various forces had already begun evacuating their subordinates from the Hundred Clans Royal City.
From the sacred grounds of various small clans within the city, beams of divine light flew out, all heading toward the Guanyun Array Tower.
Yan Huangtu said, "Seeing that Zhang Ruochen and Yuling Shen have secured victory, and with the Wubian God Venerable's temple silent, these small clans are finally choosing sides. Should we make a move? If the Yama Clan declares its stance, it would be enough to seal the deal."
Xue Zhi Ancient God shook his head. "The optimal moment to act has passed. Acting now would just be adding icing on the cake—it would seem insincere."
"Exactly, insincere. Why didn't you suggest Grandfather help him earlier?" Yan Zhexian's beautiful eyes held a hint of mockery.
Yan Huangtu said, "Who told him to provoke Wu Yue? He deserves to suffer a bit."
Yan Yu smiled. "Not acting is fine too. After all, this matter is of great importance, not just involving Zhang Ruochen alone. If he only represented himself, even for Ying'er's sake, the Yama Clan would not stand idly by."
"Eh!"
Xue Zhi Ancient God looked at the sky. "It's not over yet. Ting Yunsheng and Ghost Lord have returned!"
The entire sky of the Hundred Clans Royal City was covered by dense ghost clouds.
Standing on the ground, one could see thousands of ghosts marching within the ghost clouds, their momentum vast.
"Zhang... Ruo... Chen..."
The harsh ghostly voice struck like three divine thunderbolts, shaking the Hundred Clans Royal City three times.
A ghostly palace, the size of a star, released divine patterns that filled the sky, including countless Heavenly Patterns and a large number of Infinite Realm divine patterns.
This palace and its divine patterns blocked the last gap in the Star Prison Grand Formation.
Snow Wood Hall Master was overjoyed, growing bold. "Ghost Lord has arrived! Zhang Ruochen, you are dead!"
Although Ghost Lord had once been defeated by Xue Jue War God, the gap in their combat power was not large.
As someone who had cultivated the Hunyuan Ghost Body, created the Qitian Ghost Patterns, governed the third largest ghost city of the Ghost Clan, and commanded seventy-two shadow realms and one hundred thousand ghost stars, how could he be a weakling?
Zhang Ruochen had not expected to face Ghost Lord so soon.
Flying through the formation gap and descending into the Hundred Clans Royal City before Ghost Lord was the Destiny Temple's Tai Xu Realm great god, Ting Yunsheng.
Ting Yunsheng wore a Qilin Auspicious Cloud divine robe, his features delicate. He did not look like a Hell Realm god, but more like a Daoist sacred cultivator.
He descended straight from the sky, declaring with absolute authority: "Zhang Ruochen, kneel, seal your own cultivation, and come with me to the Destiny Temple to accept judgment."
Ghost Lord and Ting Yunsheng arrived together, like two mountains crashing into a lake, stirring up monstrous waves.
Even Yu Ling Shen in the Yecha Ancestor God Temple changed color.
Qing Yuntai, who had lost his Divine Source, smiled hideously. "I told you, you would die miserably."
Zhang Ruochen ignored him, looking at Ting Yunsheng hovering in the air. "Great god, quite imposing. What crime do you intend to judge this Realm Venerable for?"
"Killing Huoze Divine Lord—do you admit it?" Ting Yunsheng said.
Zhang Ruochen said, "What is there not to admit?"
"Good. That alone is enough to send you to the God Execution Platform." Behind Ting Yunsheng, a Gate of Destiny manifested, its light illuminating the entire Hundred Clans Royal City.
Zhang Ruochen clearly felt his cultivation being suppressed, but he remained calm, snorting coldly. "Every cultivator in the city saw that Huoze Divine Lord struck first to kill me. I, Zhang Ruochen, am at least the Heavenly Mother's Divine Envoy and the Realm Venerable of Xinghuantian. Do you think I am made of mud, that anyone can offend me? Today, I lay down this word: whoever tries to kill me, I will kill them."
Ting Yunsheng frowned, not expecting Zhang Ruochen's words to be so sharp. "Huoze Divine Lord only wanted to enter the Guanyun Array Tower; he had no intention of killing you. You are deliberately using your identity as the Heavenly Mother's Divine Envoy, thinking you have a life-exempting divine plaque, treating the Destiny Temple as nothing, and settling personal grudges. You are dissatisfied that the Destiny Temple imprisoned your father, aren't you?"
"Your father deserved his punishment. For you to be so reckless, even if the Heavenly Mother were here, I would still capture you. Even if the Destiny Temple executes you, it is a disaster of your own making."
What a heavy hat!
Zhang Ruochen laughed loudly, then his eyes turned cold. "You're right. I am settling personal grudges—but not for my father. It's for Bore!"
Ting Yunsheng's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"Everyone knows what relationship Bore and I share. But I received news that she was harmed by Huoze Divine Lord, severely injured, and her whereabouts are unknown. Adding old and new grievances together, is that not enough reason for me to kill him?" Zhang Ruochen's voice was like thunder, shaking the ears.
This was not something Zhang Ruochen fabricated; it was the truth.
It was something Zhang Ruochen learned on his way to the Hundred Clans Royal City, when he met Grand Supreme, who personally told him.
However, Grand Supreme could not make a move in this battle at the Hundred Clans Royal City, otherwise he would have come with Zhang Ruochen.
After all, so far, this battle was a conflict between neutral forces on the edge of the Hell Realm and invading forces from the Hell Realm. If Grand Supreme acted, the meaning would be completely different.
Ting Yunsheng knew well how sensitive the internal relations of the Destiny Temple were. Back in the Heaven Hunting Battle, a false god divine general made a careless mistake, and even Fu Lu God Venerable, given his status, could only handle it carefully and leniently because that false god belonged to the Judgment Department.
This showed how fierce the internal struggles of the Destiny Temple had become.
If it were truly confirmed that Huoze Divine Lord had harmed Bore, the consequences would be unimaginable. It would not only affect the internal stability of the Destiny Temple but also make the outside world feel that the various divine palaces of the Destiny Temple were not united, not an unshakeable iron block.
Ting Yunsheng said coldly, "Zhang Ruochen, do you know what you are saying? What is your real purpose? Are you trying to split the Destiny Temple? With Huoze Divine Lord's cultivation, if he truly made a move, how could Bore have had a chance to escape?"
"That's because someone saved her." Zhang Ruochen said.
Ting Yunsheng hesitated. If Zhang Ruochen could say such a thing, didn't it mean he had already found Bore?
If Bore personally came forward to identify Huoze Divine Lord, it would be ironclad evidence!
How would Nutian Shenzun's side explain this?
"Why waste so many words with him? Kill the rebellious son."
A tornado condensed from yin-cold ghost qi surged in through the formation gap. Instantly, ghost patterns spread in all directions, covering the entire city, like billions of chains imprisoning the Hundred Clans Royal City.
Ghost Lord had arrived!
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