Chapter 794: Earth Blood Saint, Heaven Blood Saint
Five silver claws, each a foot long, emitted five sharp waves of power, about to tear Zhang Ruochen's body into pieces.
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen remained seated cross-legged, but Feng Han was sent flying backward, his five silver claws broken and his hand dripping with blood.
At some point, a burly man had appeared before Zhang Ruochen. He wore black armor, stood tall on the ground, and exuded a fierce killing intent.
It was he who had struck, breaking Feng Han's five claws and sending him flying.
Feng Han flew back more than ten zhang, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the man standing before Zhang Ruochen, his face turning pale. "Senior Brother..."
The heroic man in black armor was Xuanji Sword Saint's eldest disciple, Qingshan Saint.
Huang Yanchen had told Qingshan Saint the truth, and he had followed the trail Zhang Ruochen left behind, rushing after them. Fortunately, he arrived in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Qingshan Saint's eyes were like lightning bolts as he stared at the four silver wings on Feng Han's back. A surge of overwhelming rage welled up inside him. "Seventh Junior Sister told me that you had a great deal to do with Master's death. I never wanted to believe it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how would I have known you were actually from the Undying Blood Clan? You bastard, where is Master's body?"
Feng Han kept retreating, laughing. "If you want to know where Master's body is, you can ask Sixth Junior Brother. He should know."
A flicker of doubt appeared in Qingshan Saint's eyes, and he glanced sideways at Zhang Ruochen not far away.
At that moment.
Feng Han seized the opportunity, spreading his four silver wings and turning into a silver streak of light, shooting toward the sky.
"Still trying to escape."
Qingshan Saint didn't even move; he just activated his will. Instantly, the spiritual energy within a radius of five hundred li was drained and gathered together, forming a massive handprint over a hundred meters long in the sky.
"Bang!"
The handprint slammed down violently, striking Feng Han and sending him crashing from midair into the ground.
Feng Han collided with the earth, his skin bursting open all over, and a low, agonized cry escaped his lips.
Qingshan Saint rushed over, lifted Feng Han from the ground, and slapped him across the face with a sharp crack, shattering his left cheekbone. "Who are you really? Did you kill Master?"
Feng Han propped himself up with his hands, blood streaming from his mouth, and laughed wildly with disheveled hair. "Why are you so angry? Everyone has to die; it's just a matter of sooner or later."
"The only reason you're still alive is that I still cherish our past brotherhood and hold onto a shred of hope for you. If Second Brother were here, he would have torn you apart by now," Qingshan Saint said.
Feng Han remained calm, chuckling softly. "That's right, Xuanji Sword Saint was indeed killed by me. Haha, at my level, being able to kill a Sword Saint is such a great achievement. Even if I die here today, I'll still be a hero of the Undying Blood Clan... Pfft..."
Qingshan Saint slapped him again, even harder, sending Feng Han flying like a dead dog, crashing dozens of zhang away.
Feng Han's face was now a bloody mess, his neck twisted grotesquely, almost turned backward.
Zhang Ruochen had recovered about half of his injuries. He slowly stood up, released his spiritual power, and quickly located where the Skyward Sword had fallen.
He extended his hand, and a vast sword intent surged from his fingertips.
"Whoosh!"
Drawn by the sword intent, the Skyward Sword trailed a white sword light, flying out of the night sky and landing in Zhang Ruochen's hand.
Zhang Ruochen carried the Skyward Sword and walked over to Qingshan Saint, staring at Feng Han lying on the ground. "This man is the Sixth Prince of the Undying Blood Clan. He infiltrated Master's side when he was very young. Before Master's decisive battle with Jiuyou Sword Saint, he drank the Nether King Blood Poison that this man delivered, which is why he died under Jiuyou Sword Saint's sword."
"This traitor who betrays his master and destroys his clan."
The last shred of hope Qingshan Saint had for Feng Han was shattered. His hands trembled as he walked toward Feng Han, ready to clean up the sect.
Suddenly, a vast surge of blood qi erupted from underground.
Crimson blood patterns appeared on the ground, like veins sprouting from the earth, writhing wildly and wrapping around Feng Han's body.
The blood-colored patterns covered the land for a hundred li in all directions. A rumbling sound could even be heard from deep underground, as if the earth had grown a heart, beating with a "thump, thump" rhythm.
"Could it be that a Saint of the Undying Blood Clan has arrived?" Zhang Ruochen had a bad feeling.
Qingshan Saint's expression darkened. He stopped in his tracks and didn't rush forward to kill Feng Han. He could clearly sense that a Saint of the Undying Blood Clan was hiding underground.
"Boom!"
Thousands of blood patterns on the ground converged, forming a massive fist imprint that slammed toward Qingshan Saint.
Qingshan Saint's arms shot forward, shattering the blood-red fist imprint into pieces of rubble that fell to the ground.
"Who is it?" Qingshan Saint shouted coldly.
"Undying Blood Clan, Earth Blood Saint."
A hoarse laugh came from deep underground.
The voice was eerie, giving a sinister feeling, like demonic sounds from hell.
Qingshan Saint's eyes turned cold. He released a stream of saint qi, first sweeping Zhang Ruochen into the air. Then he soared upward, channeling the saint qi within him toward his feet, and stomped down hard.
"Boom!"
With Qingshan Saint's foot as the center, an overwhelming force spread in all directions.
The blood-colored patterns cracked and shattered inch by inch, turning into blood, turning the soil for a hundred li into blood-soaked earth.
A muffled sound came from deep underground.
The next moment, Earth Blood Saint carried Feng Han and burst out from underground, stopping a hundred zhang in the air. On Earth Blood Saint's back grew a pair of enormous blood wings, like two blood clouds hanging in the sky, gently fluttering.
With each flap, a strong, bloody wind blew out.
On the ground, because of Qingshan Saint's stomp, everything within a hundred li was lifeless. The forests, hills, and rivers were all shattered, a truly shocking sight.
Only a Saint possessed such formidable power, able to crush mountains and rivers with a single stomp.
"As expected of someone who can rival the five on the 'Heroes' Ode.' Qingshan Saint's strength is somewhat beyond this Saint's expectations."
Earth Blood Saint's voice was very hoarse but carried immense saintly power. With every word he spoke, the world's spiritual energy trembled violently.
"Are you here to save him, or to die?" Qingshan Saint asked.
"Tonight, the entire Eastern Domain will be overthrown. No matter how strong Qingshan Saint's cultivation is, it cannot overpower the tide of fate," Earth Blood Saint said.
Qingshan Saint said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Haha! You'll understand soon enough."
Earth Blood Saint wore a black robe, standing in midair on a blood-red cloud. The dense blood qi turned most of the sky red.
The scene before them was extremely eerie, as if they had returned to the ancient era of gods and demons, with a War God and a Demon King facing off, ready to unleash a battle that could destroy heaven and earth at any moment.
Zhang Ruochen sensed something and looked up toward the higher sky. He saw that the moon hanging in the sky had turned a bloody red.
At the center of the moon stood a figure, also with wings.
But that person was flying too high, too far from the ground, so from Zhang Ruochen's position, he could only see a black dot the size of a sesame seed.
Qingshan Saint also noticed the figure in the moon and glanced upward, snorting coldly. "If the Undying Blood Clan has more strong ones, let them all come out. If we're going to fight, let's fight until heaven and earth are overturned. If we're going to kill, let's kill to our heart's content."
"Undying Blood Clan, Heaven Blood Saint."
An ethereal voice came from the moon.
Zhang Ruochen looked toward the moon again, but the figure inside it had already disappeared.
The next moment, Heaven Blood Saint appeared above Qingshan Saint's head. When he spread his blood wings, they were over a hundred meters long, covered in palm-sized scales.
"Thunder Sound Heavenly Bell."
A thick mass of blood qi appeared in Heaven Blood Saint's hand, and within it floated a three-inch-tall purple bell. Electric patterns flickered around the purple bell.
"The Thunder Sound Heavenly Bell is the treasured heirloom of the Thunder Sound Sect, held by Thunder Sound Saint. How did it fall into your hands?" Qingshan Saint said gravely.
Heaven Blood Saint laughed loudly. "The Thunder Sound Sect has been wiped out by this Saint. Thunder Sound Saint's saint blood has been drained dry by this Saint. Naturally, the Thunder Sound Heavenly Bell, listed in the 'Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact Catalog,' has fallen into this Saint's hands."
Heaven Blood Saint said no more and began to fully activate the Thunder Sound Heavenly Bell.
The purple bell spun rapidly, growing larger and larger—one zhang tall, ten zhang tall... until it became seventy-two zhang tall, its massive body blocking half the sky. The aura emanating from the bell was suffocating.
Every time the Thunder Sound Heavenly Bell rotated once, a deafening thunderclap sounded, causing the entire world to tremble. Powerful sound waves condensed into fist-shaped forms and attacked Qingshan Saint below.
At the same time, countless lightning bolts gathered together, like a waterfall, pouring down onto Qingshan Saint's head.
Qingshan Saint remained calm and composed, like a War God standing tall between heaven and earth. He formed hand seals with both palms and roared, "Sky-Spanning Seal."
His palms struck the sky, and a ring of cyan energy ripples shot outward rapidly.
At the center of the energy ripples, two enormous palms appeared, blasting the Thunder Sound Heavenly Bell and Heaven Blood Saint away simultaneously. Heaven Blood Saint was even injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Although the Thunder Sound Heavenly Bell is powerful, your strength is too weak, too fragile to withstand a single blow."
Qingshan Saint's hair stood on end, and his surging battle intent condensed into a black war cloud. He attacked Heaven Blood Saint again, unleashing a Saint Technique-level seal.