Chapter 759: At the Critical Moment, We Still Have to Rely on Senior Brother Lin Yue
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, feeling as if their hearts had stopped beating, utterly unable to accept the result before them.
Earlier, the cultivators who had cheered for Bei Gonglan were also petrified, their mouths agape, eyes wide, faces filled with terror.
Bei Gonglan had actually lost.
In the Central Domain, Bei Gonglan was a figure of equal renown to Ouyang Huan and Chi Wansui. The Qingwen Sword she wielded had defeated countless renowned figures across the world.
Yet, such a powerful and extraordinary woman could not withstand a single punch from the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan.
"This can't be real. How could Senior Sister Bei possibly lose?"
The holy disciples of the Central Domain Holy Academy were all unable to accept it. How could the myth in their hearts be toppled by the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan?
Within the Divine Platform City, countless Half-Saint elders sighed in lament.
Since Bei Gonglan had already been defeated, it meant that no one could stop the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan and Jialuo Gu from ascending to the position of Realm Sons. If the two of them became Realm Sons, it would surely be a great disaster for the Kunlun Realm.
"I am a sinner."
Shengshu Cainü's ten fingers tightly gripped the armrests of her seat, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Even though she had cultivated to such a height, transcending the mortal and entering the saintly, there were still times when she had to do things against her will.
In truth, she had long anticipated that the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan and Jialuo Gu would come prepared. Yet, she had not expected them to bring the Ten Thousand Buddha Monk's Robe and the Hundred Saint Blood Armor—two such formidable treasures that had indeed caught all the young talents off guard.
The reason the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan could defeat Bei Gonglan was precisely because he was wearing the Hundred Saint Blood Armor.
The Hundred Saint Blood Armor was forged from the blood of a hundred saints, combined with saint bones, saint sources, saint stones, and saint jade, using a unique secret method of the Undying Blood Clan. The armor not only contained the immense saintly power of a hundred saints but also possessed the knowledge and will of those hundred saints.
Moreover, the armor had a spirit of its own.
When activated with saintly qi, the blood armor could, like a saint, demonstrate profound martial techniques and expound on the mysterious rules of the saintly path.
Possessing this armor was akin to having a hundred saint-level teachers, constantly imparting the essence of the saintly path and martial arts to you at any time.
If one could fully unleash the power of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, it would be as if the strength of a hundred saints was added to their body. A single punch would carry the power of a hundred saints, truly capable of killing gods and buddhas alike.
Of course, given the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan's current cultivation level, he could only draw out a fraction of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor's power, far from the "power of a hundred saints."
Bei Gonglan could not withstand the Third Prince's punch, not because her strength was inferior, but because the Hundred Saint Blood Armor was too heaven-defying.
The Hundred Saint Blood Armor was not easy to forge. The entire Undying Blood Clan possessed only a few sets. After the Realm Son Banquet, the Third Prince would certainly have to remove the armor and return it to the clan.
"No wonder that old monster from the Undying Blood Clan appeared so calm and composed even when facing the many saints in the Divine Platform. It was because of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor."
Shengshu Cainü's eyes lifted slightly, gazing toward the sky, fixing on the white-haired elder of the Undying Blood Clan. She saw a smug smile on his face, as if he were mocking her foolishness.
It was hard to imagine how terrifying the destructive power would be if that eight-hundred-year-old monster were to don the Hundred Saint Blood Armor.
Clearly, tonight's Realm Son Banquet had been a complete failure.
Since the outcome was already decided, Shengshu Cainü felt helpless. Once the banquet ended, she would have no need to continue attending the Sword Discussion Assembly. She would return directly to the Central Domain and personally confess her guilt before the Empress.
Bei Gonglan lay beside the First King's Seat, close to Huang Yanchen.
Seeing that she was severely injured, Huang Yanchen immediately stood up, walked over to her, supported her waist, and took out a healing pill to administer to her.
Gradually, some color returned to Bei Gonglan's face, and she temporarily passed the critical period.
She glanced at Huang Yanchen, a bitter smile on her face, and said, "Thank you."
"We are both holy disciples of the Holy Academy; there's no need for thanks," Huang Yanchen replied.
Just then, a massive shadow rose from below, covering Huang Yanchen and Bei Gonglan. A fierce aura, thick with the stench of blood, surged toward them.
Huang Yanchen looked up and saw the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan, fully encased in a blood-red armor, standing within a cloud of blood mist, looking especially ferocious.
From the eye sockets of the armor, extremely bright light shone, like two blood lamps embedded in the armor plates.
The Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan sneered, "What? Does the First King also wish to fight me?"
From the blood armor, strands of blood qi surged out like rivers of blood, pressing down on Huang Yanchen, rendering her completely immobile.
Huang Yanchen was well aware of her own cultivation. Even if the Third Prince had not donned the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, she would be far from able to contend with him, let alone now.
Thus, she had only stepped forward to rescue someone, with no intention of challenging the Third Prince.
But the Third Prince, clad in the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, had become exceptionally bloodthirsty. With a cruel smile, he said, "Whether you intended to fight me or not, since you've stepped forward, you must face the consequences."
The Third Prince mobilized the blood qi within his body and struck out with a palm. A surging wave of palm force poured forth, aimed at Huang Yanchen's chest.
How could Huang Yanchen, with her cultivation, possibly block the Third Prince's palm strike?
Many cultivators sighed inwardly, thinking Huang Yanchen was meddling too much. Since she had taken the First King's Seat, she should have stayed put.
Did she dare to save someone injured by the Third Prince? Was she courting death?
Unconsciously, many of the proud talents on Book Mountain had grown deeply afraid of the Third Prince and Jialuo Gu. In their presence, they could only remain silent, daring not to defy them in any way.
Within the Divine Platform City, many Half-Saint elders frowned, sensing that things were taking a very bad turn.
If this fear were allowed to spread, making everyone believe that the Undying Blood Clan and the Dead Zen Sect were invincible, then when the Undying Blood Clan and Dead Zen Sect truly launched a large-scale invasion of the Kunlun Realm, countless cultivators might kneel and surrender out of sheer terror, without any battle even being fought.
At this moment, someone had to step forward and defeat the Third Prince and Jialuo Gu to break this fear.
Could Xue Wuye do it?
Could Chi Wansui do it?
Could Ouyang Huan do it?
All the older generation figures shook their heads. After all, Bei Gonglan's crushing defeat was still fresh in their minds, shattering everyone's hopes.
Just as the Third Prince's palm was about to strike Huang Yanchen and Bei Gonglan, many closed their eyes. They knew that while the Third Prince might not dare to kill outright, he could cripple the cultivation of these two proud daughters of heaven.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar came from the top of Book Mountain.
All the cultivators were startled, turning their gazes toward the summit, eager to know what had happened.
How could such a powerful collision of two energies have occurred?
On Book Mountain, a surge of blood qi and a burst of sword qi clashed violently, forming two opposing shockwaves. The immense force surged wildly to the left and right.
"Bang!"
Another loud crash followed, and the blood qi and sword qi quickly separated.
The blood qi flew backward, coalescing into the form of the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan, who landed more than forty steps down the mountain, letting out a surprised exclamation. Clearly, he had not expected anyone to be able to repel him.
The sword qi also receded like a tide.
The dense mass of sword shadows gradually dissipated, revealing Zhang Ruochen's figure.
Zhang Ruochen stood atop Book Mountain, his Daoist robe gently fluttering. One hand held the Void Sword, while the other was clasped behind his back, his demeanor calm and composed. He said, "Even if she stepped forward and stood in your way, you still couldn't touch her. Do you believe me?"
Huang Yanchen's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and she let out a long breath.
Then, her eyes turned to Zhang Ruochen, her gaze filled with both gratitude and deep emotion. She said, "You're already severely injured. Why do you still insist on being the one to step forward?"
Although Zhang Ruochen's face was quite pale, he still shook his head with a smile and said calmly, "It's nothing."
Bei Gonglan, however, stared intently at Zhang Ruochen. No one understood better than her how powerful the Third Prince was when wearing the Hundred Saint Blood Armor.
Yet, this severely injured man had managed to repel him. It was utterly unbelievable.
She hadn't realized earlier that he was this strong.
"You two, step back. Leave this to me."
Zhang Ruochen spoke lightly, his tone calm and composed.
Huang Yanchen and Bei Gonglan withdrew, returning to the First King's Seat and the Second King's Seat respectively.
Lin Yue's repulsion of the Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan not only stunned the young cultivators at the foot of Book Mountain but also shocked the young talents seated in the Outstanding Talent Seats, the Heavenly Proud Seats, the King Seats, and the Realm Son Seats.
Who could have imagined that the arrogant and domineering Third Prince of the Undying Blood Clan could also be driven back?
"Lin Yue's strength is actually this formidable?"
The three heirs of the Eastern Domain Saint King Mansion were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they had all thought Huang Yanchen would be crippled by the Third Prince, secretly rejoicing that one less competitor remained.
In an instant, the one-sided situation had taken a turn.
The disciples of the Liangyi Sect, however, were ecstatic.
"At the critical moment, we still have to rely on Senior Brother Lin Yue to repel the powerful enemy."
"Senior Brother Lin Yue is invincible. With one man and one sword, he can sweep through everything."
The female disciples of the Liangyi Sect were utterly devoted to Senior Brother Lin Yue, regarding him as the lover of their dreams. Their beautiful, starry eyes all shone with brilliant light.