Chapter 760: One Sword Breaks the Blood Armor
Of course, there were also some who were quite worried. After all, Lin Yue was already severely injured. Even if he had just repelled the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince, it would likely worsen his injuries further.
Could he still continue to fight?
The armor on the Undying Blood Clan Third Prince's face dissolved into wisps of blood energy, dispersing to the left and right. A pair of crimson pupils locked onto Zhang Ruochen as he let out a cold snort: "Truly unexpected. Even with such severe injuries, you can still unleash such a powerful strike."
"What? Scared?" Zhang Ruochen said.
"Haha!"
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince threw his head back and laughed heartily, then said in a sharp voice: "That strike just now, I only used thirty percent of my power. Even if you blocked it, it's nothing remarkable."
Zhang Ruochen could tell that the blood armor on the Undying Blood Clan Third Prince was quite extraordinary, so he took a closer look.
"That is..."
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he recognized the Hundred Saint Blood Armor.
Back then, when the Holy Bright Central Empire had defeated the Undying Blood Clan, they had seized many spoils of war, among which was a set of Hundred Saint Blood Armor. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen had seen the Hundred Saint Blood Armor with his own eyes and was well aware of its formidable power.
All the spoils seized from the Undying Blood Clan were sealed away in the national treasury. The Ming Emperor had decreed that no one was permitted to use the Undying Blood Clan's war implements, lest the blood energy on them affect their minds and turn them into bloodthirsty demons.
"So it's the Hundred Saint Blood Armor. No wonder your power is so great."
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and smiled. Even after recognizing the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, he appeared completely unconcerned, saying: "However, relying solely on external objects is to sacrifice the essentials for the trivial. It does no good for cultivation. Whether it's martial arts cultivation or sacred path cultivation, the essence ultimately lies in cultivating oneself."
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince clearly disagreed with Zhang Ruochen's viewpoint, revealing a mocking expression as he laughed: "Is that so? I'll rely on external objects. What can you do about it? At least tonight, I stand undefeated and am certain to become a Realm Son."
"Do you really think no one can break through the Hundred Saint Blood Armor? Don't be so narrow-minded, alright?" Zhang Ruochen said.
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince let out a cold snort, not taking Zhang Ruochen seriously at all, and said: "With you?"
"With me alone, that's more than enough."
Zhang Ruochen's gaze gradually sharpened. He slowly raised the Void Sword above his head, gripping the hilt tightly with both hands, and closed his eyes.
At the same time, the Sword Heart Illumination between Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows spun rapidly, emitting a dazzling silver radiance that pierced through his Qi Sea, surged out from his brow, and merged with the Void Sword.
A white sword qi, transforming into a pillar of light, surged from the tip of the Void Sword, shooting straight into the sky. With a thunderous roar, it collided with the clouds.
Centered around the pillar of sword-light, a massive vortex formed, causing the blood clouds above the sky to begin spinning rapidly.
At that very moment, throughout the entire Book Mountain, and even within a radius of a hundred li, all the swords of every cultivator began to tremble violently, breaking free from their control and flying toward Book Mountain.
"My... sword..."
"How can this be... why is the sword flying away..."
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Except for Half-Saint level figures, who could suppress their swords with their powerful cultivation, the swords of all other cultivators flew out.
"Swish, swish!"
Tens of thousands of swords appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head, flying rapidly around the pillar of sword-light. The sound of sword qi cutting through the air echoed continuously between heaven and earth.
"His sword... there's something wrong with it."
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince's eyes locked onto the Void Sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand, sensing an extremely dangerous aura. Finally, his expression turned extremely grave.
"Hundred Saints in Contention."
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince spread his legs apart, clenched his fingers into fists, and continuously infused the sacred qi from his body into the Hundred Saint Blood Armor.
The next moment, the Hundred Saint Blood Armor surged forth a hundred blood-red sacred shadows, manifesting behind him. There were both human saints and beast saints, each taking on different forms.
Every sacred shadow emitted various divine sounds, and the aura they released was astonishing, as if a hundred real saints were standing behind the Undying Blood Clan Third Prince.
His aura completely merged with the sacred shadows.
Just this aura alone was enough to terrify cultivators in the Fish-Dragon Realm, making them kneel and prostrate themselves in fear.
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince struck first, throwing a punch. Immediately, the hundred sacred shadows intertwined with his fist, producing a howling sound like a hurricane.
"Whoosh!"
The Void Sword let out a sword cry as it flew out from Zhang Ruochen's hand.
Zhang Ruochen formed a sword seal with his fingers, controlling the Void Sword as he pointed forward.
Instantly, the Void Sword dragged a long trail of sword qi, like a white ribbon. At the same time, the tens of thousands of swords also flew out together, completely enveloping the Void Sword.
"Bang, bang."
The swords clashed fiercely with the hundred blood-red sacred shadows.
In the end, the Void Sword and the tens of thousands of swords pierced through, striking the Undying Blood Clan Third Prince.
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince let out a great roar, spitting a mouthful of blood that splattered onto the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, causing it to emit an even more dazzling light.
He crossed his arms in front of him to block.
Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth tightly as blood continuously flowed from his mouth. The sacred qi within his body surged out endlessly as he thrust his finger forward again.
The war swords struck the Undying Blood Clan Third Prince one after another.
After thousands of collisions, they finally broke through the defense of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, tearing open a gap.
With a "puchi" sound, the Void Sword passed through the Undying Blood Clan Third Prince's arms, pierced through the armor, and drove into his chest. Blood gushed out wildly, completely staining the steps of Book Mountain red.
The Undying Blood Clan Third Prince flew backward, crashing onto the steps halfway up the mountain and rolling down until he reached the foot of the mountain.
"Return."
Zhang Ruochen withdrew the Void Sword. With one hand clutching his chest and the other gripping the sword hilt, he propped up his swaying body. In the end, he did not fall. His spine remained straight as he looked down from above.
At the foot of Book Mountain, all the cultivators looked at Lin Yue's heroic figure and felt their hearts shaken.
Too powerful!
That sword strike just now left an indelible impression on everyone present, as if he were a young Sword Saint, representing invincibility.
"Haha! Excellent, excellent. Worthy of being our Liangyi Sect's sword prodigy. He has finally displayed the might of Liangyi Sect. Even the Undying Blood Clan is nothing but a pushover."
A saint from Liangyi Sect let out a loud laugh.
His voice was extremely resonant, spreading throughout the entire Divine Platform City and reaching the ears of the older generation figures from various major powers, carrying a hint of boasting.
An elder from the Moon Worship Demon Sect sneered: "Lin Yue's strength is indeed formidable, but in this old man's view, it has little to do with Liangyi Sect. The truly remarkable one is Qiangu Nüdi."
This voice was also not suppressed in any way, spreading directly throughout Divine Platform City.
"That's right. Lin Yue is the heir of Qiangu Nüdi, wielding the Void Sword. Defeating a jumped-up clown from the Undying Blood Clan is only natural." Xuan Yi Saint from the Four Symbols Sect spoke with a forceful voice, transmitting his words as sound waves.
Xuan Yi Saint had a purpose in publicly revealing Lin Yue's identity as Qiangu Nüdi's heir.
Given the current situation, as long as Liangyi Sect had Lin Yue, what was the point of Four Symbols Sect, Eight Trigrams Sect, and Taiji Dao still participating in the Sword Discussion Conference?
To go and embarrass themselves?
As long as the news that Lin Yue was Qiangu Nüdi's heir spread far and wide, Xuan Yi Saint was confident he could prevent Lin Yue from participating in the Sword Discussion Conference.
Even if he did participate, Lin Yue could not represent Liangyi Sect in competing for the ownership of the Sword Pavilion.
Xuan Yi Saint's words were like a stone thrown into a still lake, causing an uproar throughout the entire Liangyi Sect.
"Senior Brother Lin Yue is Qiangu Nüdi's heir? Did I hear that wrong?"
"So that's why Senior Brother Lin Yue possesses the Void Sword. No wonder he could command ten thousand swords and break through the Undying Blood Clan's Hundred Saint Blood Armor."
"Only the Void Sword could break through the Hundred Saint Blood Armor."
"No wonder Senior Brother Lin Yue's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds in the past year. It turns out he received Qiangu Nüdi's inheritance."
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At that moment, some young cultivators actually knelt on the ground, kowtowing toward Book Mountain.
There was no helping it. Qiangu Nüdi's reputation was simply too great, like a mythical existence. To see her heir, the crowd was extremely excited.
Above the clouds, the white-haired elder from the Undying Blood Clan let out a cold snort, extremely furious: "Worthless."
Even he had not expected that the Third Prince, wearing the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, would still lose.
The white-haired elder extended a large hand, grabbed the Third Prince lying in a pool of blood, and brought him up above the clouds. He did not immediately check the Third Prince's injuries but first examined the damage to the Hundred Saint Blood Armor.
The defensive power of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor depended on the user's cultivation.
If a Half-Saint wore the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, its defensive power would rise to another level. Even if he just stood still, Zhang Ruochen using the Void Sword could not pierce through the blood armor.
The higher the user's cultivation, the stronger the Hundred Saint Blood Armor's defense.
Now that the Hundred Saint Blood Armor had been pierced by the Void Sword, suffering extremely severe damage, it would require at least the sacred blood of a saint and ten years of repairs to fully restore the armor.
The white-haired elder's face twisted hideously as he growled: "Jialuogu, cripple him."
Jialuogu, wearing the Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya, stood at the top of Book Mountain. He pressed his palms together and bowed deeply to the white-haired elder.
Then, his golden Buddha eyes looked toward Zhang Ruochen, and he said: "Benefactor Lin Yue, please enlighten me."
Anyone could see that after that battle, Zhang Ruochen's injuries had worsened. He could barely stand, so how could he have any strength left to fight?
Zhang Ruochen, however, appeared quite composed, smiling faintly: "I'm very tired today and don't wish to fight anymore. How about I introduce you to an opponent?"
With that, Zhang Ruochen pointed his finger down the mountain.
Jialuogu followed Zhang Ruochen's finger and looked down, his brow twitching.
He saw, on the steps below, a cloth-robed monk who was a full two meters and seven tall, like a giant, carrying a two-meter-long broadsword on his back. He had a ferocious expression as he made his way up the mountain.
Compared to Jialuogu, the cloth-robed monk did not look like a man of the cloth but more like a butcher, with a face full of rough flesh and fierce light flashing in his eyes. He said: "How dare a traitor of the Dead Zen Sect appear in Kunlun Realm? This is utterly outrageous."
Hearing this familiar voice, Huang Yanchen furrowed her brows slightly and also looked down the mountain.
When she saw the cloth-robed monk, she revealed a look of sudden realization: "So it's Lidi Monk."
Huang Yanchen knew very well that Lidi Monk had been chasing after Zhang Ruochen in the Ruins Realm battlefield, sticking to him like sticky candy, impossible to shake off.
What was even more exasperating was that Lidi Monk had a jinxed mouth. Whoever he said would die, would indeed die. Many people wished they could sew his mouth shut.
"Jialuogu, this poor monk sees that your forehead is dark and the corners of your mouth are blue. I'm afraid you'll have a bloody calamity today." At the foot of the mountain, Lidi Monk's loud voice spread in all directions.