Chapter 925: Annihilating Saints
Everyone's gaze turned in that direction.
They were extremely curious—who would dare to disregard the Azure Heaven Blood Emperor?
"Tap, tap."
A young woman with long white hair stepped forward. Her flowing white locks emitted a faint holy light, nearly reaching the ground.
Her face was exquisitely delicate, with slender brows and a jade-like nose. Only her cherry-red lips added a touch of vivid color to her appearance.
As she walked out of the meditation courtyard, a faint orchid fragrance wafted through the air. The mountains and forests that had been destroyed in the earlier battle began to sprout emerald-green orchids at a visible rate, revitalizing the land.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze fixed on the white-haired woman, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed. *Could it be her?* he thought to himself.
She longed to see Zhang Ruochen's eyes burn with passion, for him to walk over and hold her tightly, calling her "Cousin" or "Lanyou."
Together, they would recount the bittersweet eight hundred years, reminiscing about the memories of their youth. Even if it were just to hear him play the *Lanyou Melody* one more time, it would be such a blessing.
Yet, none of that happened.
Zhang Ruochen remained as calm as an ancient well, merely glancing at her before looking away.
A faint sense of disappointment stirred in Kong Lanyou's heart, along with a deeper layer of despair.
Then, she took a deep breath and gazed into the distance at the Undying Blood Clan. The trace of softness in her eyes vanished instantly.
Atop the white bone altar, the burly man met Kong Lanyou's gaze, and his holy soul involuntarily trembled.
He had only felt such a sensation when facing the true form of the Azure Heaven Blood Emperor. Could this white-haired woman be on par with him?
Di Xue Sheng and Tian Xue Sheng, however, did not share the burly man's feeling. They merely sensed that Kong Lanyou's cultivation seemed quite formidable, but compared to the unfathomable Indra, there was still a considerable gap.
If the white-haired woman was merely a saint, then daring to question the Azure Heaven Blood Emperor's authority was undoubtedly a capital offense.
Di Xue Sheng sneered, "If you want to be the one sticking your neck out, shouldn't you first weigh whether your cultivation is up to the task?"
"The consequence of questioning the Blood Emperor is only one word: death," Tian Xue Sheng said.
In a flash, Di Xue Sheng and Tian Xue Sheng vanished from the top of the white bone altar.
To be precise, they didn't disappear into thin air; their speed was so explosive that even a half-saint's eyesight couldn't track their movements.
"Chi chi."
Di Xue Sheng's body merged into the earth, turning the surrounding hundred miles back into a sea of blood.
Tens of thousands of blood patterns surged from the ground, piling up into a blood-red mountain range.
The mountain range, a thousand zhang high and bearing the force of ten thousand hectares, was enough to crush a city or fill a lake. Now, it hurtled toward the Sikong Meditation Courtyard.
Tian Xue Sheng soared into the sky, spreading his arms wide to form two massive black clouds that completely covered the heavens, leaving no gap.
"Shua shua."
Countless blood arrows, like a curtain of rain, flew out in succession, converging into a river of blood-red arrows.
Di Xue Sheng and Tian Xue Sheng knew well that the white-haired woman's strength was formidable. Thus, they communicated with heaven and earth, condensed the rules, and unleashed their lifelong techniques.
Even if they couldn't kill her, they would at least test her true cultivation level.
"With just the two of you, you dare to attack me?"
Kong Lanyou stood like an orchid in a secluded valley outside the courtyard, raising a single palm and pressing it into the void.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The thousand-zhang mountain range collapsed in an instant, turning into a blood mist, accompanied by Di Xue Sheng's heart-wrenching screams.
The blood mist settled to the ground, forming a blood lake.
In the sky, the myriad blood arrows shattered completely, their power never unleashed, turning into a rain of blood that fell to the ground with a "rustling" sound.
Tian Xue Sheng's body had already turned into a blood mist, leaving only a crystalline holy skeleton that plummeted from midair into the blood lake.
Then, Kong Lanyou waved her sleeve, and two saint sources, bright as stars, flew up from the blood lake, hovering in her palm.
The blood-colored light from the saint sources cast a rosy glow on her pale, colorless face.
Grand Minister of Works, Second Minister of Works, and Junior Minister of Works all gasped sharply, frozen like stone statues.
"My merciful Amitabha... is she... is she even human?" Grand Minister of Works chattered, his teeth clacking.
Eight hundred years later, Zhang Ruochen had long guessed that Kong Lanyou's cultivation must have reached an astonishing height.
Yet, witnessing her strike in person still shocked him deeply.
Those were two beings who had reached the Saint realm, yet she dispatched them as easily as swatting two mosquitoes, annihilating them.
The two saints of the Undying Blood Clan didn't even have a chance to flee.
In the distance, the Undying Blood Clan within the blood clouds were terrified out of their wits. Some of the weaker members, startled, lost control of their saintly qi, their aura in chaos, and plummeted from midair, landing in a daze.
The burly man atop the white bone altar held his breath, his expression serious, no longer as calm and composed as before.
This burly man was the first king under the Azure Heaven Blood Emperor, Zhong Ying Wang, also known as the king among blood kings. His cultivation naturally reached a level that could shake heaven and earth.
Moreover, with the Hundred Saint Blood Armor and the white bone altar, aside from figures like the Azure Heaven Blood Emperor, few in the world could rival him.
Zhong Ying Wang's voice was deep and heavy. "Who exactly are you?"
"Kong Lanyou," she said, neither lightly nor heavily.
Hearing this name, Zhong Ying Wang's pupils contracted sharply, and he decisively ordered, "Retreat!"
With the Bright Hall Saint Ancestor and the Buddha Emperor's First Disciple both appearing, even if Zhong Ying Wang's combat power was formidable, he had to avoid their edge and dared not act recklessly.
The Undying Blood Clan army, already terrified by Kong Lanyou, didn't dare linger upon hearing Zhong Ying Wang's command, retreating like a tide toward the horizon.
"Want to leave? Do you think it's that easy?" Kong Lanyou said.
Zhong Ying Wang's expression darkened. "The Undying Blood Clan has no intention of being an enemy of the Bright Hall. Is the Saint Ancestor deliberately provoking war?"
"The moment the Undying Blood Clan set foot on the Kunlun Realm continent, they became enemies of the Bright Hall."
Kong Lanyou extended a slender, delicate finger, and at its tip, a cluster of seven-colored flame condensed.
The flame took the shape of a peacock feather, vibrant and beautiful, yet it contained a terrifying destructive power.
The feather-shaped flame flew out, shooting into the sky and into the blood clouds.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, the sky for a thousand miles turned into a blazing sea of fire, engulfing all the Undying Blood Clan.
The seven-colored flame was incredibly fearsome; even a half-saint of the Undying Blood Clan who touched even a trace would instantly turn to ash.
The half-saint's light, upon contact with the flame, only emitted a "chi" sound before turning into wisps of green smoke.
In the blink of an eye, aside from Zhong Ying Wang, tens of thousands of Undying Blood Clan soldiers were annihilated, their souls scattered and forms destroyed.
Not a single one survived.
Among those Undying Blood Clan soldiers were dozens of half-saints.
Zhang Ruochen's lips moved slightly as he muttered, "Peacock Bright Fire."
Junior Minister of Works widened his eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "The legendary means to burn the heavens and boil the seas actually exist."
The sky continued to burn, turning into a blazing gold, with fireballs occasionally falling to the ground, leaving massive black molten craters.
Seeing this, Zhong Ying Wang was furious. "Kong Lanyou, you've gone too far. I'll test you myself and see what the Bright Hall Saint Ancestor is truly capable of!"
Zhong Ying Wang flew up from the white bone altar, standing in the void. The black fiendish aura emanating from his body drove away the flames in the sky.
"Whoosh——"
The armor on Zhong Ying Wang's body emitted a scarlet light, unleashing a hundred massive saintly shadows that covered most of the sky.
"Universal Divine Stele Palm."
His two fan-like palms slowly rose, condensing a black stele between them, with dense blood texts appearing on its surface.
As Zhong Ying Wang's arms rose higher, the black stele grew larger. Eventually, it became as massive as a mountain, and even before it descended, it exuded a terrifying force that could destroy the entire world.
Even with Indra's protection, Zhang Ruochen, Grand Minister of Works, Second Minister of Works, and Junior Minister of Works all felt suffocated, barely managing to stay upright.
Kong Lanyou, however, remained composed. "The Universal Divine Stele Palm is the Undying Blood Clan's foremost palm technique. When Blood Queen was alive, she cultivated it to its peak and once struck and injured the Azure Emperor with a single palm. It's been so many years since the Blood Queen passed, yet someone in the Undying Blood Clan has mastered it. A pity, a pity..."
"A pity?" Zhong Ying Wang asked.
Kong Lanyou said, "Although you've achieved great mastery in the Universal Divine Stele Palm, your cultivation isn't sufficient to fully unleash its power. You can only barely execute this technique with the help of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor. Compared to the Blood Queen, you're still far off."
"Arrogant words!"
Zhong Ying Wang crossed his hands and slammed the palm seal downward.
The massive black divine stele, like a meteor from beyond the realm crashing into the earth, descended rapidly.
One could imagine that once the stele landed, this entire region would become a land of death, barren of all life.
(Chapter two is still a few hundred words short. Please wait.) (To be continued.)