Chapter 932: Slaughter
Zhang Ruochen’s eyelids twitched slightly, and he instantly understood Mu Yuer’s meaning. “You mean, I should transform into Blood Dragon Prince’s appearance, go to the Blood God Sect, and pledge allegiance to Haiming Dharma King?”
Mu Yuer stood beside Zhang Ruochen, her voluptuous figure full and graceful, highlighting her elegant curves. She nodded her delicate head, a strange light flickering in her eyes. “Haiming Dharma King is a top-tier great power in the Blood God Sect. With such a grandmaster as a teacher, Blood Dragon Prince would certainly be able to secure a high status there.”
“Moreover, given Blood Dragon Prince’s cultivation level, Haiming Dharma King might not have seen him many times. That way, Your Highness won’t have to worry about revealing any flaws.”
Zhang Ruochen nodded and couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Mu Yuer.
He had to admit, it was no accident that this woman had become the young master of the Eastern Domain Black Market’s First-Class Hall. She was meticulous, intelligent, and a rare talent.
“Of course, for Blood Dragon Prince to go and pledge allegiance to Haiming Dharma King, there must be a reason. For example, the Blood Dragon Hall being wiped out.”
Mu Yuer’s lips curled into a charming smile. However, a sharp, cold killing intent flashed in her eyes as she swept her gaze over the Blood Dragon Hall cultivators outside the mansion.
Only by annihilating the Blood Dragon Hall could Blood Dragon Prince plausibly go to the Blood God Sect and pledge allegiance to Haiming Dharma King.
And the opportunity was right before them.
Next, Zhang Ruochen and Mu Yuer discussed for a while longer and quickly devised a strategy.
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Blood Dragon Prince’s injuries had mostly healed, clearly from taking some kind of healing treasure.
At this moment, Blood Dragon Prince stood in the middle of the street outside the mansion, his eyes dark and gloomy, hands clasped behind his back. He gave another order, “Continue the attack. Spare no expense to break through the mansion’s protective formation and tear everyone inside to pieces.”
The Yuan Mansion was Blood Dragon Hall’s territory. As the young master of the Blood Dragon Hall, being beaten by a monk, having his slaves taken, and having many disciples’ cultivation crippled had made him lose all face. How could he not retaliate?
If he didn’t make an example of someone, wouldn’t everyone dare to provoke him in the future?
“Boom!”
At Blood Dragon Prince’s command, the three elders of the Blood Dragon Hall simultaneously channeled sacred qi into three sacred artifacts and attacked the protective formation again.
The protective formation was extremely strong. Even with three half-saints joining forces, it couldn’t be breached quickly.
Instead, the ground outside the mansion developed fine cracks, which rapidly expanded, tearing a huge fissure across the street.
The Blood Dragon Hall’s large-scale operation alarmed most of the Black Market. Countless eyes were fixed on this direction, and many cultivators sighed in secret.
“Three of the nine elders have arrived, along with the infamous Blood Dragon Guard. The Blood Dragon Hall has sent so many experts. It looks like many will be slaughtered today.”
“I said it before—Blood Dragon Prince is a vengeful man. He definitely won’t let this go.”
Since the Blood Dragon Hall was a powerful force and a dominant evil faction in the Yuan Mansion, the evil cultivators in the Black Market believed that those hiding in the mansion were doomed.
Zhang Ruochen stood atop the pavilion, looking calm and composed, his bearing heroic. He pinched two fingers together, and with a *whoosh*, summoned the Abyssal Ancient Sword.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword hovered above Zhang Ruochen’s head, emitting a dark, black radiance that plunged the entire mansion into darkness.
Perhaps because Zhang Ruochen’s sword intent was too strong, hundreds of sword qi shadows condensed in the surrounding void.
“Whoosh!”
The Abyssal Ancient Sword shot into the sky, turning into a streak of light, breaking through the protective formation, and flying out.
The sword light swept across, colliding with the three sacred artifacts launched by the Blood Dragon Hall’s three elders. A deafening metallic clash rang out.
All three sacred artifacts were hundred-mark sacred artifacts. How could they withstand the Abyssal Ancient Sword?
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Three explosive sounds.
All three sacred artifacts snapped in two. Then, the Abyssal Ancient Sword refined them into metallic droplets, which merged into the sword body.
Three layers of light appeared on the surface of the Abyssal Ancient Sword. When the light completely dissipated, dozens more inscriptions had been added to the sword.
“What?”
“My Azure Spirit Bracelet!”
“This is infuriating! He destroyed my Cloud Gold Sword!”
Seeing their sacred artifacts destroyed, the three Blood Dragon Hall elders were furious. Each of them only had one sacred artifact, obtained through half a lifetime of effort.
Half a lifetime’s work, destroyed in an instant—how could they not be enraged?
One of the elders, disregarding everything, channeled sacred qi into a hand seal and struck out with a palm. However, the protective formation’s power repelled him, causing him to spit blood and retreat.
Zhang Ruochen retracted the Abyssal Ancient Sword, gathered his aura, and spoke in a profound tone, “I merely cut your three sacred artifacts just now. If you don’t retreat, don’t blame me for annihilating the Blood Dragon Hall.”
Since many mistakenly believed Zhang Ruochen was a tonsured monk, he decided to go along with it. This way, he could deceive everyone.
Blood Dragon Prince trembled with rage, his once handsome face twisting into a hideous snarl. “Arrogant fool! If you really have the skill, try it. See if you can destroy the Blood Dragon Hall!”
Having achieved his goal, Zhang Ruochen didn’t waste more words with Blood Dragon Prince.
What was the point of talking to a dead man?
Zhang Ruochen released Xiao Hei from the Scroll World. “Whether you can make up for your mistakes depends on this performance.”
“Don’t worry. Before this emperor, they’re just ants.” Xiao Hei was quite confident, glancing at Blood Dragon Prince and the three elders with disdain.
“Remember, everyone else can die, but Blood Dragon Prince must live.” Zhang Ruochen gave another instruction.
Besides Xiao Hei, thirty-six half-saint war corpses flew out of the Cosmic Divine Wood Map one after another, standing behind Xiao Hei.
All thirty-six half-saint war corpses had been refined once, equivalent to first-rank half-saints in combat power.
Of course, using them to deal with the Blood Dragon Hall cultivators outside was more than enough.
Under Xiao Hei’s control, the thirty-six half-saint war corpses split into four groups of nine each, charging out of the mansion and into the Blood Dragon Hall cultivators’ ranks.
Three groups attacked the three Blood Dragon Hall elders, while the fourth group cleared out the other Blood Dragon Hall cultivators.
The three Blood Dragon Hall elders were all low-rank half-saints. Having lost their sacred artifacts, their combat power was greatly reduced. Under the siege of nine half-saint war corpses each, they had no chance to escape.
On the street, screams rang out endlessly. At every moment, large numbers of Blood Dragon Hall evil cultivators fell, turning into cold corpses.
Blood Dragon Prince was terrified. “How can there be so many half-saints? No, they’re not half-saints—they’re half-saint war corpses. Could it be... could they be monks from the Dead Zen Sect?”
Thinking this, Blood Dragon Prince shuddered and looked at Zhang Ruochen standing atop the pavilion, despair in his eyes.
No matter how dominant the Blood Dragon Hall was, compared to the Dead Zen Sect, it was utterly insignificant.
“The Blood Dragon Hall has kicked an iron plate. They’ve provoked evil monks from the Dead Zen Sect. They might really be wiped out.”
“The Blood Dragon Hall’s methods are ruthless, but compared to the Dead Zen Sect, they’re like children playing house—not even worth mentioning.”
“Blood Dragon Prince is just asking for death.”
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Not only Blood Dragon Prince thought this, but the other evil cultivators in the Black Market also believed Zhang Ruochen, Grand Minister of Works, and Second Minister of Works were experts from the Dead Zen Sect.
Of course, this was exactly the effect Zhang Ruochen wanted—to divert everyone’s attention to the Dead Zen Sect.
Wasn’t it normal for the Dead Zen Sect to destroy the Blood Dragon Hall?
Blood Dragon Prince, frightened, turned and fled, quickly leaving the Black Market to escape back to the Blood Dragon Hall. Since Zhang Ruochen had instructed him not to intercept, Xiao Hei let Blood Dragon Prince go.
Zhang Ruochen watched Blood Dragon Prince’s retreating figure, then turned to Mu Yuer. “It’s up to you now. I’ve heard that the Blood Dragon Hall Master is a powerful evil overlord. Make sure he doesn’t escape.”
“Rest assured, Your Highness. I won’t leave a single survivor.”
With that, Mu Yuer led over a dozen elders of the Mu Family, following Blood Dragon Prince toward the Blood Dragon Hall.
Zhang Ruochen was not a man fond of slaughter. If not absolutely necessary, he would never resort to mass killing.
Yet today, because of his order, a vast evil force would be wiped out. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion.
“Xiao Hei is right. Someone like me, sometimes too soft-hearted, should indeed cultivate a few people like Mu Yuer by my side—people who can do the killing for me, handling things I detest yet must do.” Zhang Ruochen sighed inwardly.