God Emperor - Chapter 1563

Chapter 1563: Chapter 1563 - King Yi

Chapter 1563: King Yi

As that golden Holy Qi wave scattered, the countless acres of Osmanthus trees collapsed as if they were made out of dust .

Without the cover of the trees, Zhang Ruochen finally saw a man in golden robes sitting under the cliff in the distance . He seemed to be in his thirties and had a pale, hairless face . His eyes were like golden stars and he was currently studying a painting on the wall .

The cultivators of Cloud Field who were still alive all bowed down to this man, saying, “The cultivators of Guanghan Field are bullies . They killed 16 Saints of Cloud Field in a row . King Yi, please kill them to avenge for those cultivators . ”

The man named King Yi “awoke” from his comprehending and stood up slowly .

His aura was both mighty and noble, intimidating the hawkish Cloud Field cultivators so none of them could raise their heads .

“So many people attacked at the same time and you couldn’t even take down six cultivators of Guanghan Field . You’ve humiliated Cloud Field, hmph!”

King Yi was also a half-step Saint King now, but his soft huff was deafening . The cultivators of Cloud Field all became dizzy and pale .

Su Qingling, Ling Mi, and Wen Shucheng weren’t exceptions either . They let out a grunt and were about to fall .

Even Zhang Ruochen’s eardrums hurt . It felt like a needle had pierced him .

Thankfully, he’d absorbed the metal origin, water origin, and a large amount of divine blood, so his physical body had improved greatly and he could withstand this hit .

We’re both half-step Saint Kings, but this man named King Yi is much better at utilizing power than anyone present .

Merely his sound waves showed that he was more advanced .

Someone like this already had an advanced understanding of the Saintly Way . It was a regular attack for most people, but he could combine it with the Saintly Way and produce unpredictable changes to unleash the power of a saint spell .

King Yi’s cultivation isn’t below Twelfth Royal Uncle, Zhang Ruochen thought inside . He should be a fourth step Saint King . Also, as someone who could come to cultivate in the Truth Heavenly Domain, he must not be an average Saint King . Even a fifth step Saint King might not be his match .

If they weren’t kept at the same level now, Zhang Ruochen would definitely die if he tried to go against King Yi with his own strength .

Of course, if he used the Emperor Yi Bone Staff, the result would be different .

King Yi’s sharp aura was like an elite looking down at the ants .

When his eyes saw the purple divine mountain beside Zhang Ruochen, fire instantly burned inside his golden eyes . “It can increase combat ability and is quite a rare treasure . Zhang Ruochen, give that to me and I can spare you . ”

“How can I be spared after killing so many Saints of Cloud Field?” Zhang Ruochen asked .

“Of course you can . As long as you give me a strand of your saint soul and agree to be my slave, I can spare you . ”

King Yi’s tone was very powerful .

Ling Feiyu carried the Heaven-Burier Sword and walked to Zhang Ruochen’s side . “Hand him to me to take care of!”

King Yi’s eyes fell upon Ling Feiyu . “Oh, it’s a second step Saint King . No wonder you could kill countless strong figures of Cloud Field . But it’s best for you to not challenge me, or else you’ll die an ugly death . ”

“Oh?”

When she said that, Ling Feiyu also spat out the power of soundwaves from her red lips .

Thud, thud .

The Saints of Cloud Field all had their eardrums shattered . Blood flowed out .

Even King Yi felt the soundwaves stab into his eardrums like swords . It was horrible pain . He immediately activated saintly power to protect himself and block the soundwaves .

“Such condensed soundwaves . Her control of power is actually above me . ” King Yi was shocked .

In order to complete Sword Nine, Ling Feiyu was naturally very precise in her control of power .

Of course, Ling Feiyu didn’t have a complete advantage because, like Zhang Ruochen, she didn’t study the Way of Truth . King Yi was different . It wasn’t his first time cultivating at the Truth Godly Palace . He’d cultivated more Rules of Truth than Bai Ran .

Thus, Ling Feiyu might not be King Yi’s match if they really started fighting .

Zhang Ruochen hadn’t studied the Way of Truth before, but he grasped the Way of Space and Time, two of the ancient ways .

It could be said that Zhang Ruochen, Ling Feiyu, and King Yi all had their strengths and weaknesses . A life-or-death duel in this “equal” environment made it difficult to predict the winner .

The best way was that Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu could work together . Then they would have an 80% chance of victory .

“Let me try his abilities first . If I can’t take him down, then you can help me . ” Zhang Ruochen knew that he would encounter strong enemies from various worlds in the Truth Heavenly Domain . Some of them might be even stronger than King Yi .

Thus, he could fight with King Yi and build up experience . If he met enemies of the same level in the future, he would be able to face them more calmly .

Whoosh!

Before King Yi could prepare, Zhang Ruochen cast a time sword technique . In that instant, the Abyss Ancient Sword stabbed at King Yi’s forehead .

Boom!

King Yi’s body slid backwards . His entire body shimmered with golden light and soon, Zhang Ruochen’s sword might all dissolved .

King Yi didn’t fight back . He used his forehead to block the Abyss Ancient Sword .

Slowly, he steadied himself and didn’t continue sliding back .

King Yi’s lips curled into a smile . “After adding time into the sword technique, it’s indeed too fast for me to dodge, but it’s too weak . You can’t break my Undying Iron Body at all . ”

Zhang Ruochen immediately collected his sword and retreated quickly . His expression was unprecedently serious .

The Abyss Ancient Sword was so sharp, but it couldn’t even scratch King Yi’s skin .

“I already gave you a way to live, but you didn’t want it . I guess I can only swallow your body, drink your blood, and improve my Undying Iron Body further . ”

King Yi strode toward Zhang Ruochen . It looked like he was walking, but a huge gale actually lifted and he was as fast as lightning .

“Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand . ”

King Yi just flipped his hand over and 28 Rules of Palm Way entered his palm technique . He quickly cast a mid-level saint spell .

Even Wang Xu, seventh of the Saints Merits Record, couldn’t compare to King Yi’s speed of casting the spell .

The faster one cast a spell, the faster his changes could be . Usually, his opponent would be dead before they could even build up strength .

Even Zhang Ruochen was caught by surprise and had to use the Spatial Move to dodge his attack .

King Yi was very experienced . After missing the first time, he immediately cast a second palm . It was as if he could predict where Zhang Ruochen would move to .

So powerful . This kind of foresight and experience isn’t something a Saint can possess .

This time, Zhang Ruochen couldn’t hide anymore . He could only wave his Abyss Ancient Sword and clash head-on .

Kaboom!

Thousands of beams of lightning flew out of King Yi’s palm . It hit the Abyss Ancient Sword, sending Zhang Ruochen flying back .

Mid-level saint spells had boundless power . Only another mid-level saint spell could stop it .

The so-called Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand sent thousands of bolts of thunder rolling with one palm, like a thunder god descending . With the palm up, it was yang thunder . With the palm down, it was yin thunder .

Fourth step Saint Kings like King Yi were experts at the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand . They could also use it continuously without worrying that they would run out of saintly power .

“Zhang Ruochen, I may be restricted to the half-step Saint King Realm now, but I’m still only a sliver away from first step Saint King . You’re only a new half-step Saint King and you want to fight with me… Oh…”

Suddenly, his eyes widened .

Zhang Ruochen stood among the thunder and lightning, unharmed . Not only had he not fallen, but his battle intent was also actually rolling . The cries of dragons and elephants traveled from his body .

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the purple divine mountain . He jumped up, slamming it down on King Yi .

King Yi cast the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand again . Bolts of lightning flew out like rivers, crashing against the mountain .

Two huge bursts of power clashed head-on .

Even a mid-level saint spell couldn’t stop Zhang Ruochen and the purple divine mountain’s attack .

“Such strong power . ”

King Yi could only feel his organs shuddering as he kept stepping back . Each step he took would crack a large portion of the ground . It was like he would shatter the entire Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo .

A fourth step Saint King was actually forced back by a half-step Saint King . King Yi was embarrassed . “You really think I can’t take care of you?” he yelled .

Whoosh!

The rules of the world trembled in the dojo .

Then King Yi activated beams of Rules of Truth . They melded into his palm, combining with the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand .

The power it unleashed multiplied .

King Yi pressed his palm down . The lightning all transformed into snakes and hit the purple divine mountain, suppressing Zhang Ruochen under it .

King Yi had already come to the Truth Godly Palace seven times . He’d comprehended more advanced rules than Bai Ran, so his power was also stronger .

It could be said that Zhang Ruochen was at a great disadvantage for not having comprehended Rules of Truth .

“Die!”

King Yi flew to somewhere dozens of meters high and transformed into a beam of golden light . Then he plummeted as rules of palm and truth interwove on his hands . He struck at the purple divine mountain .

Zhang Ruochen was pressed under the mountain . Before he could escape, King Yi’s strong palm power had already slapped down .

Kaboom!

The purple divine mountain sank down seven feet .

Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo was covered in cracks that extended outside . The long stone steps that led to the dojo broke into a dozen parts as if it underwent a catastrophe .

“Is it over?”

King Yi stared at the purple divine mountain and had a suspicious expression . Suddenly, he felt danger . “Oh, no . ”

Reflexively, King Yi slapped backward . Saintly palm power flooded out, overlapping like waves on the sea surface .

But a two-meter-long spatial crack was like a black boat . It cut across the waves of palm power and hit toward King Yi’s chest .

“That’s…spatial power . ”

King Yi felt huge danger . His pupils shrunk to golden dots the size of needles . At the same time, his body shrunk 10,000 times smaller . He became the size of a grain of rice and shot out like lightning, wanting to dodge the spatial crack .

After shooting 30 feet away, his body expanded back to its original size .

There was a wound on his left shoulder .

Even though he’d escaped quickly, he’d only avoided the fatal hit . A chunk of flesh had still been cut off by the spatial crack . Large amounts of saintly blood poured out of the injury, dyeing half of his body red .

“My Undying Iron Body is actually…defenseless against spatial power . ”

King Yi finally realized that this half-step Saint King wasn’t easy to deal with .

If he wasn’t careful, he might be defeated today .

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