Chapter 823: The Heir of Time and Space Appears Again
"The more dangerous a place, the more opportunities it holds. If I don't venture in and explore for myself, how can I know if I might encounter treasures even more precious than the resurrection medicine?" Feng Han's spirit and energy were full, a smile hanging on his pale face.
Feng Han's will was extremely firm. The other Half-Saints of the Undying Blood Clan could no longer dissuade him and had to obey his orders.
"Eh!"
Suddenly, Feng Han sensed an immensely powerful sword aura rising from the darkness.
His gaze turned toward the direction from which the sword aura came.
He saw a black pillar of sword light flying toward him at an extremely fast speed. At the tip of the pillar was a black ancient sword, and behind it, dozens of sword-shaped auras were arranged in a spindle formation, charging straight ahead.
"How dare you!"
A low roar came from the Undying Blood Clan's camp.
The Half-Saint of Yicheng stepped forward, rising from the ground, and stood at a height of three zhang. He stretched out a pair of wrinkled, withered hands and pushed forward.
Strands of crimson blood threads flew out from his palms, condensing into a blood-colored light curtain a hundred zhang high.
However, the power unleashed by the black ancient sword was quite formidable. With a popping sound, it pierced through the light curtain and continued flying forward.
"Such strong penetrating power." The Half-Saint of Yicheng was slightly surprised.
Immediately, three more Half-Saints from the Undying Blood Clan's camp struck out in succession, finally sending the murderous black ancient sword flying back.
The black ancient sword flew into the darkness and vanished without a trace.
Feng Han stared at the black ancient sword, and the figure of its owner immediately surfaced in his mind. A curve formed at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself, as if speaking to no one, "He actually came to the Underworld too. Heaven is truly helping me."
In the darkness, many human cultivators were still hidden, belonging to various major powers, none of whom had revealed themselves.
"Who could it be, daring to attack the Sixth Prince of the Undying Blood Clan? Don't they know that the Undying Blood Clan is at its peak and has already begun attacking the Kunlun Realm?"
Ye Honglei, dressed in a thin red gauze, stood beneath a tomb, gazing toward the direction of the Ghost God Valley, a charming smile on her lips.
Ye Honglei was the former Red Desire Star Envoy. After Di Yi's death, she and Orange Moon Star Envoy Murong Yue became the most qualified candidates to compete for the position of the Young Master of the Black Market First Class Hall.
Moreover, with the strong support of the Nine Nether Sword Saint, the Illusion Saint, and the Ye Clan, she had already gained a considerable advantage.
This time, Ye Honglei had taken great risks to come to the Underworld in search of the resurrection medicine, intending to offer it to an old ancestor of the Black Market First Class Hall.
If she could gain the support of that old ancestor, she could completely crush Murong Yue and become the new Young Master of the Eastern Domain Black Market First Class Hall.
Behind Ye Honglei stood a young man in purple robes, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with sword-like brows and eagle-like eyes, exuding an extraordinary aura. He said, "The Sixth Prince of the Undying Blood Clan has more than a dozen Half-Saint-level experts by his side. Opposing him is indeed not a wise move."
This man was one of the new Seven Evil Star Envoys chosen by Ye Honglei, the Purple Mirror Star Envoy.
The Purple Mirror Star Envoy had once been a peerless genius, cultivating for sixty years to reach the Half-Saint realm, and had now become a regional overlord of the Eastern Domain Black Market.
The Blue Scale Star Envoy chuckled, "I wonder who is so bold as to oppose the Undying Blood Clan. If they don't have strong strength, they might fall here."
Ye Honglei's seductive eyes looked into the darkness, a hint of curiosity appearing in them.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
In the darkness, a giant red rabbit walked out slowly and unhurriedly. With every step it took, the ground shook violently.
Zhang Ruochen stood atop the Devouring Elephant Rabbit, his figure tall and straight, his eyes cold as ice.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword floated above his head as if weightless, forming a sword aura domain seven zhang in diameter, like a light ball protecting him at the center of the domain.
The Devouring Elephant Rabbit walked until it was about a hundred zhang opposite Feng Han, then stopped, its demon eyes glaring at the Half-Saints on the other side without any fear.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen's figure, Feng Han smiled and said, "Sixth Junior Brother, I never thought we would meet again so soon. When I saw your sword, I guessed it must be you."
"Since you knew I was nearby, you should have fled immediately. That would have been the wisest move. Don't you know I want to kill you?" Zhang Ruochen said coldly.
Feng Han's expression remained unchanged, but the Half-Saints who had entered the Underworld with him could not tolerate the disrespect toward the Sixth Prince and all glared at Zhang Ruochen with hostile eyes.
"Arrogant words!"
The Half-Saint of Yicheng mobilized the rules of wind and fire, unfolding a pair of seven-meter-long blood wings from his back, tearing through his dragon-skin soft armor and extending outward rapidly.
Strands of sacred rules converged into his wings, merging with his sacred qi. Then, with a fierce flap, he stirred up a massive storm that rolled toward Zhang Ruochen.
The Way of Wind and Fire ranked 1,867th among the Three Thousand Great Paths and was the primary sacred rule cultivated by the Half-Saint of Yicheng.
Within the storm, fire dragons and wind blades interwove, producing piercing howls.
Because his martial techniques had integrated the rules of wind and fire, their power underwent a qualitative change, causing this stretch of heaven and earth to tremble incessantly.
Zhang Ruochen stood expressionlessly on the back of the Devouring Elephant Rabbit. The Abyssal Ancient Sword let out a sword cry, flew out on its own, and swung forward.
"Whoosh!"
A sword aura shot out, piercing through the storm and appearing before the Half-Saint of Yicheng.
The Half-Saint of Yicheng once again felt the opponent's formidable sword cultivation. He quickly retreated while slapping his chest, activating his protective treasures one after another, forming seven layers of defense.
A series of explosions rang out, and the seven layers of defense were shattered in an instant.
At the last moment, a silver shield emerged from the Half-Saint of Yicheng's chest, barely managing to block the sword aura.
Even so, the Half-Saint of Yicheng was severely injured, flying backward, his skin cracking all over, blood continuously flowing from his armor.
"What a powerful sword strike! The Half-Saint of Yicheng has cultivated for over two hundred years and has comprehended the Way of Wind and Fire to a very high level, yet he couldn't withstand a single sword strike."
"Is the attack power of a sword cultivator so terrifying?"
...
Feng Han glanced at the severely injured Half-Saint of Yicheng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He looked back at Zhang Ruochen and said, "It hasn't been long since we last met, Junior Brother, yet your cultivation has improved so much. This is truly beyond my expectations."
Zhang Ruochen retracted the Abyssal Ancient Sword and said indifferently, "To kill you, I naturally have to work even harder."
An old man with a ruddy complexion and white hair stepped out from Feng Han's left, his eyes fixed on Zhang Ruochen, and said in a low voice, "Sixth Prince, let this old man deal with him."
This man was called Shuntian Half-Saint, the strongest in the Undying Blood Clan's camp, at the advanced age of 440 years.
Even though the Undying Blood Clan had a longer lifespan than human cultivators of the same realm, Shuntian Half-Saint had reached his limit, with only one or two years of life remaining.
That was why he had come to the Underworld to seek the resurrection medicine to extend his life.
Beside Shuntian Half-Saint stood a ferocious-looking Void Beast.
The Void Beast seemed to sense its master's anger, baring its sharp fangs and glaring at Zhang Ruochen across the way with its golden eyes, letting out a roar.
Zhang Ruochen naturally noticed the old man beside Feng Han. The moment the old man's gaze fell on him, he felt as if his body had been frozen in place.
In other words, if that old man attacked Zhang Ruochen, he would have no way to dodge.
Feng Han gently waved his hand and smiled, "Why would Shuntian Senior need to act against a mere Fish-Dragon realm cultivator? Besides, the grievances and grudges between us fellow disciples should naturally be settled by this prince himself."
Zhang Ruochen was the Heir of Time and Space, so he must possess many remarkable treasures, such as the Sky-Soaring Sword, the Buddha Emperor Relic, and so on.
If Shuntian Half-Saint were to act and kill Zhang Ruochen, wouldn't those treasures end up in his own pocket?
Feng Han would not believe that a Half-Saint overlord of the Undying Blood Clan, on the verge of dying of old age, would truly be respectful to him, a prince.
If he obtained the treasures, Shuntian Half-Saint would surely keep them for himself.
"He is a Fish-Dragon realm cultivator?"
Shuntian Half-Saint was also quite surprised, looking at Zhang Ruochen again.
He hadn't paid much attention earlier, but now, upon closer inspection, the young man across from him indeed seemed not to have cultivated a sacred soul.
A sound of sharp intakes of breath echoed through the darkness. No one had expected that the young man standing on the Devouring Elephant Rabbit's back was actually a Fish-Dragon realm cultivator.
Could a Fish-Dragon realm cultivator defeat a Half-Saint of the Undying Blood Clan with a single sword strike?
Keep in mind, that Half-Saint had already mobilized sacred rules. Even a sword cultivator, who possessed the strongest attack power, could not break through sacred rules at the Fish-Dragon realm.
"With such formidable combat power, he must be a king among the younger generation. Why haven't I seen him at the Realm Son Banquet?"
Ye Honglei's beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhang Ruochen, her crystal-clear red lips slightly parted, and she said, "It's him... how is this possible..."
"Could it be that the Young Master knows this person?" the Purple Mirror Star Envoy asked.
"Of course I know him. This man was once a great enemy of our Black Market First Class Hall, having killed two Star Envoys. The world thought he was dead, but who could have guessed he is still alive?"
Ye Honglei didn't know how to describe her feelings at that moment—shock, curiosity, and a hint of anticipation.
Hearing this, the seven Star Envoys behind her all reacted, guessing Zhang Ruochen's identity.
"Could he be... the Heir of Time and Space who was supposed to be dead?" the Blue Scale Star Envoy said, his eyes wide and his jaw nearly dropping.
Ye Honglei nodded slightly, a charming and amorous expression appearing on her fair face. "This is getting more and more interesting. If this news spreads back to the Kunlun Realm, it will surely cause a huge uproar."
"Young Master, if we take his head back to the Black Market First Class Hall, it will surely elevate your prestige above Murong Yue's, and even surpass that of the former Di Yi. After all, even Di Yi, when he was alive, couldn't defeat Zhang Ruochen," the Purple Mirror Star Envoy said in a low voice.
"Not so fast."
Ye Honglei smiled. "Let him fight the Undying Blood Clan first. I'm very curious to see just how powerful he has become."
Ye Honglei still had a very deep impression of Zhang Ruochen. This unparalleled genius had once caused Di Yi to stumble several times.