Chapter 1236: Becoming A Saint
Chapter 1236: Becoming A Saint
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The earth dragon was huge. When it ran, it was like a mountain was moving. It created various ten-meter-long footprints.
The Death Knight was surrounded by a blood-red halo. Paired with the icy blood armor, he looked extremely menacing.
Boundless saintly might spread from his body. It surged toward Ao Xinyan, the Crazy Alcoholic, and Blackie, forming icy wind.
"Such a terrifying figure. How did Zhang Ruochen offend such a horrible enemy?"
Ao Xinyan was shocked. The figure standing on the dragon’s back was like a G.o.d of death from h.e.l.l. He could probably destroy everything in the world.
"He caught up quickly." Blackie laughed.
Saint Yashe wore a long silver robe. Standing behind the Death Knight, he rasped out, "Fat cat, you thought you could escape by faking your death? You really underestimated the Immortal Pavilion."
"Where is Zhang Ruochen?" the Death Knight asked coldly. "Tell him to come out to die."
The Death Knight’s injuries had healed completely. He’d returned to his peak. He couldn’t be compared to how he was in Ancient Taiyin City.
"Zhang Ruochen has already entered the Yin Yang Sea. I only have to extend a claw to destroy all of you."
While speaking so arrogantly, Blackie sent a secret message to the Crazy Alcoholic. "Old alcoholic, you should have advanced cultivation, right? I’ll give you a chance to kill them."
The Crazy Alcoholic shook his head seriously. "No, no. I swore that I wouldn’t kill anymore, or else I won’t be able to drink for the rest of my life. Not being able to drink is worse than death."
"You don’t have to kill them," Blackie said patiently. "Just restrain them."
"No, no, what if I accidentally kill them? I won’t risk it." He shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Blackie wanted to kill this Crazy Alcoholic. "Then what use do you have?"
"No use."
The Crazy Alcoholic seemed very calm. He walked to a nearby stone and sat down. Pulling out a pouch, he started drinking alone. He really didn’t plan on fighting.
Blackie’s previous words had angered the Death Knight and Saint Yashe.
"What an arrogant cat," Saint Yashe said in a low voice. "I’ll cut off your four claws first and see if you can still be arrogant."
He knew that Blackie was Zhang Ruochen’s battle pet. Killing it would be like cutting off Zhang Ruochen’s limb.
"That cat isn’t easy to deal with," the Death Knight said coldly. "Yao Sheng, you go with Saint Yashe. You must take it down and force it to reveal where Zhang Ruochen is."
"Yes."
Yao Sheng jumped off of the dragon and strode toward the sea. He’d escaped from Ancient Taiyin City but had been captured by the Death Knight again.
This time, instead of making him submit, the Death Knight turned him directly into a blood slave.
Right now, Yao Sheng’s four eyes shone with red light. Eerie patterns emerged on his skin. His Saintly Way aura was even stronger than before.
Blackie was actually only around Zhang Ruochen’s level.
In Ancient Taiyin City, it’d been able to fend off Saint Yashe because of the formation. It was actually much weaker than Saint Yashe.
But even if there was a difference in ability, it couldn’t lose in appearance.
"Let’s fight. Who’s afraid?" Blackie stood up like a human and walked forward to Yao Sheng and Saint Yashe.
"You’re looking for death."
Saint Yashe took out a bronze disc and poured Spiritual Power into it. It instantly grew to the size of a stone mill. Spinning, it flew toward Blackie.
Boom!
The disc crashed forward and sent Blackie flying. It fell into the Yin Yang Sea.
As the Yin and Yang interchanged, the water became scalding hot. It was red and gold like lava. When Blackie fell in, there were sizzles and then it sank to the bottom.
"Can’t even take a hit."
Saint Yashe looked scornful. He collected the disc and held it in his hand. Then he gazed toward Ao Xinyan and the Crazy Alcoholic.
"Speak! Where is Zhang Ruochen?"
Yao Sheng approached from the other direction with the Ghost King Chain. Ao Xinyan had a strong physique, but she could only fight against lower-level Saints. Faced with people as strong as Yao Sheng and Saint Yashe, she’d be lucky to escape.
"Old alcoholic, what do we do?" Ao Xinyan
The Crazy Alcoholic stared at the invisibility formation. Eyes squinting, he said happily, "Zhang Ruochen has become a Saint!"
Saint Yashe and Yao Sheng were surprised. They followed the Crazy Alcoholic’s eyes.
Nothing was there.
Saint Yashe clenched his fists in extreme anger. "Old thing, you dare to fool us…"
Before he could finish, the ground shook.
Boom!
A large ma.s.s of Sword Qi flew out of the invisibility formation. Like sword rain, it crashed down on Saint Yashe and Yao Sheng.
"Zhang Ruochen is actually nearby."
In a panic, Saint Yashe could only push up the copper disc to block the Sword Qi. Yao Sheng waved his arm and sent the Ghost King Chain flying. It spun without stop, scattering all the dense Sword Qi.
When the Qi had all dissipated, Zhang Ruochen walked out of the invisibility formation. He wore a white robe and had his arms behind his back.
Seventy-two rings of saintly light wrapped around him.
"Group Leader really entered the Saint Realm?" Ao Xinyan wondered.
Zhang Ruochen’s Holy Qi ripples were much stronger than before. Merely standing there, he gave off a sharp aura.
"Zhang Ruochen, you’ve finally appeared. Today will be the day of your death."
Features menacing, Yao Sheng stepped forward and flew toward Zhang Ruochen.
Whoos.h.!.+
The Ghost King Chain flew out first. It was like a long metal dragon. There was a true Saint’s head at the tip. It shone with green ghostly fire, surging with shocking power.
Yao Sheng’s abilities ranked at the top of upper-level Saints. He was able to fight for short periods with Saints who’d just entered the Xuanhuang Realm.
The Death Knight felt that Yao Sheng could defeat Zhang Ruochen, so he stood in the distance and didn’t attack. He wanted to use Yao Sheng to use up Zhang Ruochen’s Fifth Town Destructive Sacred Rune.
Zhang Ruochen stood in place, calm and composed. "I wanted to kill you long ago but dragged it out until now. Today, I will let you return to ashes and dirt."
Whoos.h.!.+
The Abyss Ancient Sword flew out automatically, hovering before Zhang Ruochen. He extended a finger and pointed. The Abyss Ancient Sword immediately cut down with a trail of arcing light.
Crack!
The Ghost King Chain couldn’t withstand the Abyss Ancient Sword’s attack and cracked into dozens of segments.
"How can it…not withstand a sword…"
Yao Sheng was shocked. Throwing away the broken Ghost King Chain, he clenched his hands into claws and cast a saint spell. Two huge blood-red claw prints appeared. They hovered before Yao Sheng and attacked.
Zhang Ruochen walked forward calmly. He waved his finger and the Abyss Ancient Sword cut down again. It easily tore through the two claw prints and went for Yao Sheng’s waist.
Yao Sheng’s saintly body was cut in half.
Boom!
Zhang Ruochen stepped on Yao Sheng’s head, crumbling his skull. He didn’t give Yao Sheng a chance to rejoin his body.
Saint Yashe hadn’t even gotten to attack and Yao Sheng had already died. He inhaled sharply, eyes filling with shock.
Zhang Ruochen had improved too terrifyingly fast. Only a few days had pa.s.sed, but Yao Sheng at his peak state had been killed so easily.
The Death Knight’s pupils constricted. "You’ve just entered the Saint Realm, but you’re undefeatable below the Xuanhuang Realm already. It seems that I must kill you today. I can’t let you escape again, lest you become so strong that even I can’t kill you anymore."
The lord of the Earth Heavenly Palace had been at the peak of the Xuanhuang Realm, but he couldn’t take the Death Knight’s one hit. Zhang Ruochen was still far from that level now. The Death Knight was confident in killing him.
Zhang Ruochen stood against the Death Knight while sending a message to Ao Xinyan and the Crazy Alcoholic. "Board the s.h.i.+p."
"We cannot," Ao Xinyan said. "That’s a s.h.i.+p of death. We won’t be able to return once we board it."
"I don’t care. Board it and then we’ll see." The Crazy Alcoholic had been wanting to board an ancient dead soul s.h.i.+p. Hearing Zhang Ruochen’s decision, he was even more impatient.
Grabbing Ao Xinyan’s arm, his legs bent. Like an arrow, he shot into the sky and flew toward the s.h.i.+p’s deck.
"You think it’s that easy to leave?"
Saint Yashe pushed upward, sending out the copper disc. It grew bigger and bigger, radiating with boundless power. It flew in the air, wanting to strike down the Crazy Alcoholic and Ao Xinyan.
The Crazy Alcoholic reached out a hand and grabbed the disc as if it was a huge pancake. He stuffed it into his robes.
He and Ao Xinyan landed on the deck of a s.h.i.+p. They immediately rushed into the black mist. "Run!" he screamed. "The powerful enemy is chasing after us!"
When Saint Yashe realized that he’d lost connection with the copper disc, he froze on the spot.
What was this? The disc was a Spiritual Power saint weapon even stronger than a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon. It was so strong. How could that Crazy Alcoholic just take it away?
Had Saint Yashe met a powerful figure? But if he was so strong, then why did he escape?
Saint Yashe felt like he’d been toyed with. He shook in anger and his face turned beet-red. He wished he could cut the Crazy Alcoholic apart.
The moment that the Crazy Alcoholic and Ao Xinyan boarded the s.h.i.+p, thousands of blood-red lightning bolts appeared in the sky above it. The black mist that covered the s.h.i.+p was also surging quickly.
Then the s.h.i.+p started sailing again, charging into the depths of the Yin Yang Sea.
Zhang Ruochen stopped fighting the Death Knight too. He used a physical technique and charged at the s.h.i.+p.