God Emperor - Chapter 998

Chapter 998: 998

“He stopped it?”

“The Empress’ power can’t kill him?”

There were countless Monks gathered in the Black Market, all from various sects . At the moment, they were all extremely shocked . Some were even shaking, either out of terror or excitement .

It was hard to imagine just how strong Zhang Ruochen had to be to stop the Heir Stamp supported by the Empress’ power .

Kong Hongbi and Saint General Gui Gu hadn’t run far . They were still in the Black Market . Hiding in a stronghold of the Sacred Central Crypt, they activated a defensive formation .

Standing within the light shield, Kong Hongbi inhaled sharply . “Ouyang Huan has such a fatal attack,” he said coldly . “Once he uses the Heir Stamp, even the first of the Half-Saint Rank might not be able to take it . ”

As the young master of the Sacred Central Crypt, Kong Hongbi naturally had his killing move too . But it was still far from the Heir Stamp . Even worse, Zhang Ruochen actually had a Buddhist treasure that could take him to the Saint Realm . This was also above Kong Hongbi .

If this continued, he couldn’t maintain his status as the strongest human below the Saint Realm, right?

Kong Hongbi made up his mind . When he returned, he would ask the master to let him see the Saint Elder . Only she could give him something comparable to the Heir Stamp so he could combat the nine Heirs .

The gully formed by Zhang Ruochen’s sword was now mending slowly . The two pieces of the Black Market reconnected as one .

Black runes appeared under his feet . Like a net, they covered all the streets in the Black Market and connected with the underground .

Someone had activated the foundation formation under the Black Market . This way, the Saint-level battle wouldn’t cause irreversible damage to the city .

The Heir’s emperor-like power and Zhang Ruochen’s Buddhist light clashed and formed a strange equilibrium . Even a Half-Saint would be thrown out by the invisible power if they were dozens of feet away .

“Only the Deity and Saints can fight with Zhang Ruochen . If we get close, it’ll be suicide . ”

Seeing Zhang Ruochen fall, the Demonic Sect Monks were all terrified . They immediately retreated, wanting to get as far away as possible .

Zhang Ruochen wasn’t relaxed at all right now . It was like thousands of mountains were pressing down on him . He had to support the Heir Stamp with all his might . If he caved in a bit, he and Beauty Shi would be crushed to dust and not even have bodies to bury .

The mysterious power radiating from the Heir Stamp controlled the space . The surrounding space turned still as if frozen .

Space had been a piece of paper to Zhang Ruochen . It could be torn and pierced . Now, it had become a layer of metal . He couldn’t cast the Spatial Move or use Spatial Tears . He could only react passively .

When Ouyang Huan had claimed to kill Zhang Ruochen with one strike, he’d obviously prepared to use the Heir Stamp .

Now, Ouyang Huan and Zhang Ruochen were both hurt . They both held on, seeing who would give up first .

Of course, Ouyang Huan was more seriously injured . If the stalemate went on, he would definitely fall within 15 minutes . Controlling the Heir Stamp wasn’t an easy task . It worsened Ouyang Huan’s injuries .

“Lord, if you’re not going to attack now, when will you do it?” Gritting his teeth, Ouyang Huan stared at the Pearl Light Pavilion lord .

“Deity, I shall help you . ”

The pavilion lord recovered from his shock . He landed on the ground, arriving at the edge of the Heir Stamp .

His hands seemed to be made of metal . Ten threads of Demonic Qi came out, flying toward Zhang Ruochen under the Heir Stamp . The ten threads were formed by the Rules of Saintly Way . They represented the results of hundreds of years of cultivation . Even a saint weapon would be cut apart, let alone a Monk’s physical body .

The ten threads snaked out, covering Zhang Ruochen completely . One could imagine that Zhang Ruochen would become chopped meat with the pavilion lord’s single thought .

“I’ve already said that fighting with the Demonic Sect is suicide . ” The pavilion lord chuckled deeply .

Close to Zhang Ruochen, Beauty Shi had fallen to the ground . Tears flowed out of her eyes, but she shook her head helplessly .

Right now, she wasn’t like a Sword Saint at all . She was no different from a weak girl . She felt useless and unable to help Zhang Ruochen at all .

The pavilion lord glanced at Beauty Shi and smiled meaningfully . “Who would’ve thought that the high and mighty Imperial Empress of the Saintess Palace is just a useless woman? Farewell, Imperial Empress!”

The pavilion lord tightened his fists . The ten threads of Demonic Qi whooshed and tightened . They wrapped around Zhang Ruochen’s eyes, neck, waist, and legs, about to cut him into dozens of pieces .

Unexpectedly, thousands of golden Buddhist runes emerged on Zhang Ruochen’s skin . They actually stopped the Demonic Qi threads .

“How is it possible? How can the defensive power be so strong?”

The pavilion lord was furious . Bending down, he charged to the Heir Stamp in a blur . His hands formed a Saint-level fist print and punched Zhang Ruochen’s chest .

To him, Zhang Ruochen was using all his might to support the Heir Stamp . He couldn’t fight back at all . No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen’s defense was, a Saint-level fist print could hurt him badly .

The black fist was getting closer to Zhang Ruochen .

Glancing at the pavilion lord, Zhang Ruochen calculated quickly . I can’t dodge this punch at all .

If he suffered this punch and the Heir Stamp’s weight, he would die undoubtedly .

Of course, he wouldn’t just wait for death . Taking a deep breath, his meridians bulged on his skin . Then he let out a long cry . Rings of soundwaves flooded out, even shaking the Heir Stamp .

All his Holy Qi crashed and flooded out like a river .

Boom, boom .

Zhang Ruochen released nine palms continuously . Each palm had a dragon shadow . Each palm was stronger than the last .

When the last palm landed, the huge Heir Stamp was actually forced away .

In the distance, Ouyang Huan spat out a puff of bloody air . Face pale, he stumbled back . He was about to fall .

At the same time, the pavilion lord’s fist print landed on Zhang Ruochen with a thud, sending him flying .

Zhang Ruochen was prepared . He gathered Buddhist Qi in his chest, dissolving most of the power .

Boom, boom .

Cracks and crashes kept sounding . Zhang Ruochen crashed through various buildings, flying back dozens of miles . Finally, he crashed into the city wall and sank into it . The tall city wall trembled from the hit .

The pavilion lord gradually collected his Demonic Qi, gathering it in his right hand . Staring at Beauty Shi on the ground, he said, “Zhang Ruochen should be disabled after suffering my True Demon Fist . It’s your turn now . ”

“You dare attack me?” Beauty Shi’s eyes were trained on the pavilion lord . They’d recovered some spirit .

The pavilion lord was shocked . He thought Beauty Shi had recovered . After all, Beauty Shi’s true identity was one of the Demonic Sect’s nine palace lords . She was a top Sword Saint .

If he’d seen her at the headquarters before, he’d have to bow respectfully . He wouldn’t have dared to show any disrespect .

However, when the pavilion lord studied carefully, he saw that Beauty Shi didn’t have the spirit that a Sword Saint should have . She probably said what she’d said because she wasn’t willing to admit defeat .

“Ha . So what if I attack you? Do you still think that you’re Ling Feiyu, the Imperial Empress?”

The pavilion lord’s eyes were sinister and hostile . At the same time, he was ineffably excited . Personally killing a Sword Saint was something that deserved excitement .

He raised his black arm and pressed down toward Ling Feiyu’s head .

However, sword light flew over first . With a poof, a black ancient sword cut through the pavilion lord’s saint soul territory . It stabbed into his chest, sinking in inch by inch .

The momentum of the sword sent the pavilion lord flying . Red saint blood kept flowing out of his chest, spattering on the ground .

“Zhang Ruochen… . you could cast a sword sign …” The pavilion lord put his hands together to stop the Abyss Ancient Sword and undo Zhang Ruochen’s sword sign .

Boom .

With his long hair down and body shimmering with gold light, Zhang Ruochen flew down from the sky . He struck with a huge palm print, hitting the pavilion lord’s head .

The man’s head sank into his neck and he sprawled onto the ground . However, a Saint’s vitality was very strong . He wouldn’t die so easily .

Immediately after, Zhang Ruochen struck dozens more times . Palm prints rained down on the Pearl Light Pavilion lord . Zhang Ruochen didn’t stop until the man was turned into bloody mush . His hands were covered in saintly blood . They were so red .

The entire Black Market was silent . In the shadows, many people were terrified .

“Zhang Ruochen, you dare kill a Saint of the Moon Worship Demonic Sect?” Ouyang Huan’s eyes were icy . He was truly furious .

Controlling the Heir Stamp, he wanted to crush Zhang Ruochen again . However, before it could fall down, Zhang Ruochen used the Spatial Move and disappeared from the spot .

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen appeared at Ouyang Huan’s right . He sliced at Ouyang Huan’s legs with his sword .

The sword flashed .

The Abyss Ancient Sword cut an arc in the sky and sliced through Ouyang Huan’s knees . It reappeared behind him .

Zhang Ruochen’s sword was honestly too fast, so when he put his sword away, Ouyang Huan’s body and legs were still connected .

Thud .

Zhang Ruochen hit Ouyang Huan’s chest with a palm .

Ouyang Huan’s chest caved in completely, his back jutting out . All the Holy Qi in him scattered . He flew back in a bloody arc and landed on the ground .

Two bloody legs remained standing upright on the ground .