Chapter 997: 997
After killing Saint General Yan Xu and the seven elders of Pearl Light Pavilion, Zhang Ruochen had proven that he was able to fight a ninth level Half-Saint .
However, everyone still believed that he couldn’t defeat Ouyang Huan .
The ninth level was divided into the beginning, middle, later stages, and the pinnacle . Saint General Yan Xu had just reached the beginning stage .
Plus, Ouyang Huan had been able to kill a ninth level Half-Saint when he’d only been in the sixth level . Now, he was a ninth level Half-Saint . He could even kill someone in the pinnacle with a mere finger .
In the distance, Saint General Gui Gu thought that Zhang Ruochen was an idiot . Snickering, he said, “So arrogant . A mere low-level Half-Saint just said he’ll disable an Heir . Is there anything more laughable than this?”
Zhang Ruochen had purposely collected his aura . Only someone at Ling Feiyu’s level could see his true cultivation level . Thus, Gui Gu only guessed that Zhang Ruochen was still a low-level Half-Saint .
After all, he’d reached the Half-Saint Realm a few months ago . Unless he had another great opportunity, he couldn’t reach the middle levels .
“Zhang Ruochen is just making a scene . He wants to scare the Demonic Sect and then escape . ”
Kong Hongbi thought that he’d seen through Zhang Ruochen . His eyes fell on Beauty Shi . He was even surer that she was extraordinary . She wasn’t a simple woman .
When needed, Kong Hongbi was prepared to move and snatch Beauty Shi .
Some Monks of the Demonic Sect stood at the side of the street . Others stood on rooftops or hid in the darkness . Now, they all let out muffled laughter, seemingly laughing at Zhang Ruochen for not knowing his own strength .
Boom .
Huffing coldly, Zhang Ruochen stepped forward . When his foot landed, the ground caved in . The cracks were like a spider web and it made popping sounds . At the same time, golden Buddhist, Scripture, and Sanskrit runes flew out of his chest, forming a sea of words .
Wispy Buddhist sounds filled the world . It was like thousands of monks were chanting .
Just that moment, Zhang Ruochen had opened the third seal of the sarira . Vast Buddhist Qi instantly surged out, entering his body . After opening the third seal, he would have a Saint’s combat ability for two hours .
Whoosh .
Golden Buddhist runes gathered toward Zhang Ruochen . They formed a 100-meter-tall golden Buddha . The image glinted and looked somber . Watery Buddhist Qi rippled in all directions . It stood in stark contrast with the blood-red Ghost Qi in the Pearl Light Pavilion .
“How is this possible? Zhang Ruochen’s aura is getting stronger, almost reaching the Saint level . It’s still getting stronger . ”
“Is there a Saint Buddha living in him?”
“No wonder he dares to go against the entire Demonic Sect . He still has a trump card . ”
The Demonic Sect Monks immediately used physical techniques to escape .
Only Ouyang Huan charged forward . Taking out a white spear, he applied pressure and thrust it out . He could see that Zhang Ruochen had a Buddhist treasure that increased his cultivation to the Saint Realm .
Zhang Ruochen wasn’t at his strongest state yet . It was the best time for Ouyang Huan to attack . Once he reached the peak, no one present would be able to stop him .
Flames shot out of the spear tip . It formed a fiery cloud with a long trail behind it . The stone on the ground melted into lava .
Boom .
The white spear pierced the layers of Buddhist light . With destructive force, it stabbed at Zhang Ruochen’s chest . However, it crashed against Zhang Ruochen and released the sound of metal clashing . It was like a huge hammer had hit a bronze bell .
Zhang Ruochen retreated hundreds of feet before steadying himself . A half-meter-deep ditch, hundreds of feet long, extended from under Zhang Ruochen’s feet .
He wasn’t hurt . There was only a white scratch on his chest . His entire body had turned golden as if made out of gold . Thousands upon thousands of Buddhist runes emerged on his skin .
“Undying Golden Body?” Ouyang Huan shuddered inwardly .
That previous hit would’ve pierced even a lower level Saint . However, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t even hurt . How could this not shock someone?
Black lotuses appeared under Ouyang Huan’s feet . Increasing his speed to the extreme, he grabbed the white spear and attacked Zhang Ruochen again .
Poof, poof .
Flames spewed from the spear . They formed a menacing fiery beast that attacked Zhang Ruochen’s eyes with the spear .
Zhang Ruochen extended a hand and grabbed the spear . The other hand chopped down, snapping the spear .
Without slowing down, the golden hand smashed against Ouyang Huan’s chest like a five-fingered mountain . Ouyang Huan spat out blood and fell to the ground .
Boom .
The ground collapsed, forming a broken ditch . Ouyang Huan lay inside with his chest caved in . More than half of his bones had broken . His internal organs were severely injured too .
It was obvious how terrifying Zhang Ruochen’s attack was .
“Crazy . ”
Without hesitating, Kong Hongbi and Saint General Gui Gu turned . They escaped with the fastest speed . The combat ability of the current Zhang Ruochen was too scary . He’d flattened Ouyang Huan with only one strike .
Who could fight with him?
The Monks throughout the Black Market were too shocked to speak .
The pavilion lord of the Pearl Light Pavilion walked out of the darkness . “Zhang Ruochen,” he said coldly . “If you dare to hurt the Deity, no one in Kunlun’s Field would be able to save you . ”
He’d been gravely injured by Ghost King Bloodmoon earlier . After taking a Withered Pill, he’d healed 50 percent .
He emanated with the aura only a Saint could have . He was like the sky’s incarnation, looking down at the people .
To regular Monks, a Saint was all-powerful . There was no difference between a Saint and a god .
Zhang Ruochen replied with silence . He shook his head, not caring about the pavilion lord’s threat at all .
He didn’t even fear the Empress and imperial court . Why would he fear the Moon Worship Demonic Sect?
The Pearl Light Pavilion lord continued, “You used a secret spell to have a Saint’s combat ability temporarily . But you aren’t a Saint . You don’t understand the Saint Realm’s mystery and your abilities are limited . You’ll only die if you face a true Saint . ”
“Are you talking about yourself?” Zhang Ruochen asked .
The pavilion lord chuckled . “I may be injured, but it’s not hard for me to take you down . ”
“In that case, why are you still talking?”
Zhang Ruochen brandished his sword . A beam of black Sword Qi connected the earth and sky, flying toward the pavilion lord .
The pavilion lord didn’t realize that he’d underestimated Zhang Ruochen until he’d struck with his sword . This man’s combat ability was much stronger than he’d imagined .
The pavilion lord didn’t dare to take the attack directly . He used a physical technique and moved to the side .
Kaboom .
A crack opened up in the road . The crack kept widening and extending to the distance, 100 miles away . If one looked down from the sky, one would see that Zhang Ruochen’s strike had split the Black Market in half . The center was this bottomless gully .
The pavilion lord stood in the air . He took out a tower-shaped saint weapon . This was called the Thousand Lock Tower . With 893 runes, it was close to a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon .
The palm-sized tower gradually rose up . It spun while enlarging and soon became hundreds of feet tall . It radiated with looming aura, like a black mountain floating in the air .
As it spun, it released wailing wind and thunder .
Other than Zhang Ruochen and Beauty Shi, all the other Monks on the ground had escaped .
A Saint-level fight had shocking destructive abilities . A regular Monk could die from the shockwaves even when standing hundreds of miles away .
“Kill . ”
The pavilion lord controlled the Thousand Lock Tower to crush Zhang Ruochen and Beauty Shi . This was a Saint’s attack . It could crash through the earth and destroy a city . A regular city’s defensive formation might not be able to stop it .
Zhang Ruochen clutched his sword with both hands and gradually raised his arms .
Various Buddhist runes flew out . They became one with the Abyss Ancient Sword . The sword spirit had woken up and all the runes within the sword emerged . Bounding power burst from the sword, still growing stronger .
Whoosh—
Sword Qi flew out, halving the Thousand Lock Tower .
“The destruction of a thousand patterns . You have a Thousand-pattern Weapon?” The pavilion lord’s expression was of shock . He immediately crushed a defensive badge to form a wide shield of light .
The Abyss Ancient Sword came down powerfully through the shield of light and struck down at the pavilion lord’s head .
Just then, a jade stamp flew from the side . It hit the Abyss Ancient Sword, causing it to swerve, saving the pavilion lord .
Zhang Ruochen glanced to the side . He saw Ouyang Huan standing in the center of the street . His fingers formed a gesture to control the jade stamp and attacked Zhang Ruochen again .
The jade stamp was the Heir Stamp .
Empress Chi Yao had personally given it to the nine Heirs when they went out . It represented their status and also contained the Empress’ Saintly power . The nine Heirs could use it to suppress any Saint in the world .
Ouyang Huan was seriously injured and kept spitting out blood . Still, he used unwavering will to control the Heir Stamp . He activated unparalleled emperor-like Qi, radiating with golden light .
The Heir Stamp was the size of a small city . It continued crushing down to kill Zhang Ruochen and Beauty Shi .
Boom .
The Heir Stamp hit the ground . The entire earth was shaking .
The defensive formations of the forces nearby were all trembling . They were a step away from shattering . Thankfully, they stayed up and didn’t break . Otherwise, many low-level Monks would have evaporated .
“Did Zhang Ruochen and Beauty Shi die from the Heir Stamp?”
That hit had carried the Empress’ power . It could kill a Saint . Many people suspected that Zhang Ruochen and Beauty Shi had been pulverized .
The Demonic Sect Monks carefully hurried back to see Zhang Ruochen still standing under the Heir Stamp .
Zhang Ruochen shone with gold light . He’d reached up with one arm to hold up the Heir Stamp that was the size of a city . It hadn’t fallen down .
Blood trailed out of his lips though . He’d obviously been hurt . Holding up the Heir Stamp wasn’t an easy task .
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