The white-haired crone knew that Zhang Ruochen’s battle power was very strong, and she also knew that there were several old monsters of the Evil Dao watching nearby, so in order to avoid any complications, she could only fight a quick battle.
Thus, she mobilized her entire body’s Saint Qi and cast a Saint Art of the Moon Worshipping Demon Sect.
“Thunder God Tribulation!”
Inside the vast demonic clouds, the white-haired crone’s dry holy body was completely covered in purple lightning, and even every hair had electricity flowing through it.
With a pair of wrinkled palms, she pressed forward.
Dense electric shuttles, hundreds of miles in circumference, emitted a “rumbling” sound and struck at Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen naturally knew how terrifying the Saint Art was, thus, he didn’t fight with the white-haired crone, instead, he performed Spatial Shift, jumping between the gaps of the lightning and dodging.
The destructive power of the Thunder God’s Tribulation was astonishing, and even if it was just a sliver of it, it could melt gold and turn it into stone in an instant.
“Zhang Ruochen, you think you can avoid the Thunder God Tribulation just by dodging?”
The white-haired crone’s hair, all of it, stood up as if it was a ball of flame burning.
“The power of Saint Art is indeed very strong, yet it also consumes Saint Qi quite a bit. Even if, you have crossed into the Saint realm, how long can you support it?”
Zhang Ruochen said as he dodged.
A sneer appeared on the white-haired crone’s face as she said, “Trying to consume a Saint? What a foolish little fellow.”
“With a Half-Saint’s cultivation level, casting out a Saint Art would indeed consume a large amount of Saint Qi. However, a Saint has condensed a Saint Source, which can absorb the aura between heaven and earth and continuously transform it into Saint Qi.”
“Furthermore, the speed at which a Saint Source transforms the spiritual qi of the heavens and earth is dozens of times that of a Half-Saint’s Saint Soul. Even if this Saint strikes dozens of Saint Arts in a row, the Saint Qi will not be depleted.”
Although Zhang Ruochen hadn’t crossed into the Saint realm, he was very clear about the power of a Saint, and just now, the reason why he said that was entirely to paralyze the white-haired crone.
The white-haired crone had ultimately treated Zhang Ruochen as a Half-Saint and had not faced his opponent squarely.
The more this was the case, the more chance Zhang Ruochen had to surprise her and manage to kill her with a single strike.
“Crackle.”
As the lightning attacks became more and more intense, Zhang Ruochen revealed an exhausted look that he couldn’t support, and performed Spatial Shift to retreat backward.
Each shift of the body could cross a spatial distance of ten feet.
“Want to escape? I’m afraid it’s a little late.”
The white-haired crone laughed hoarsely as she rushed forward and lifted her right hand upwards.
Under the priming of the holy qi, a second demonic cloud coalesced out, still with dense lightning shuttling through it, and hung above Zhang Ruochen’s head, emitting a destructive aura.
A hundred miles away, on the shore of the Blackwater Lake, the old man with a red face revealed a shocked expression, “Could it be that Old Wife Qi has already cultivated the Thunder God Tribulation to the eighth level?”
Cultivating the Thunder God Tribulation to the seventh level was already considered a great completion of the holy art, and once it was executed, it could explode thirty-two times its power.
Cultivating it to the eighth gravity was enough to explode thirty-six times its power.
The white-haired crone could control two lightning magic clouds at the same time, which was precisely the characteristic of the eighth gravity of the Thunder God Tribulation.
The stunning demoness with three white fox tails stood on top of the branches of an ancient sycamore tree the size of five people’s arms, bare .Naked with a pair of jade feet, her smooth jade-like pretty face revealed a playful smile, “Zhang Ruochen, you brat must hold on, if the Qi old woman will clean you up, how can sister still play?”
Once the white-haired crone subdued Zhang Ruochen, then, she wouldn’t be able to make another move to grab the Boundary Son Seal and Sacred Source.
After all, she didn’t dare, yet, to go head-on against the Demon Sect.
Only if Zhang Ruochen blocked the white-haired crone’s Saint Art attack and escaped smoothly, would she have a chance to strike.
The Boundary Son Seal, the Saint Source, and even the Ancient Sword of the Sinking Abyss, which was at the level of a Thousand Stripe Saint Artifact, were all treasures that she coveted quite a bit.
Zhang Ruochen hurriedly ran forward, transforming into a stream of light as he landed on the ground, his hands unfolding outwards, releasing two streaks of golden Buddha light that condensed into two golden palms that were hundreds of meters long.
As soon as the hands were raised, the ground shook violently.
“Rumble.”
The two huge golden Buddha hands lifted a mountain full of vegetation and smashed it towards the white-haired old woman who was catching up.
The mountain that was close to a thousand meters high survived many savage beasts and birds of prey, and as the mountain soared up, those savage beasts and birds of prey were very frightened and immediately fled the mountain, rushing downwards.
In the next moment, a loud bang came out.
Lightning surged down, splitting the mountain to smithereens, and even those flying beasts and fowls that fled out were turned into wisps of black smoke.
The power of the Sacred Art could destroy everything, and the mountains could not stop it.
The white-haired crone thought that Zhang Ruochen had escaped, but soon realized that it was not good, only to see that a golden silhouette rushed out from behind the shattered mountain.
“Thousand Hand Dragon Elephant.”
A dragon roar and an elephant roar pierced out, a circle of sound waves that spread all the way to thousands of miles away, frightening the savage beasts in this great land to the point of trembling in fear, thinking that there was a Dragon Sacred Exalted One and an Elephant Sacred Exalted One descending on this place.
Zhang Ruochen’s hands simultaneously slapped forward to meet the surging lightning.
Obviously, there were only two hands, but behind Zhang Ruochen, thousands of golden handprints appeared. At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was very much like a Buddha with a thousand hands.
“Boom.”
Demonic Qi and Buddhist Qi collided together, releasing a circle of energy waves that rushed in all directions.
Those old monsters of the Evil Dao who were hidden in the shadows all used their Sacred Soul Domains before they were able to resist the energy wave and were not injured.
Of course, they also exposed their positions and were silently memorized by Zhang Ruochen one by one.
“Zhang Ruochen actually shattered the Saint Art attack of Wife Qi, could it be that he has also cultivated a Saint Art?”The stunning demoness with three white fox tails was slightly moved.
One must know that even within the Ninth Order Half-Saint, there were very few people who were able to cultivate a Saint Art to its great completion. Once there was such a person, he or she must be a powerhouse among the Ninth Order Half-Saints.
It was hard for her to believe that a low ranked Half-Saint would be able to cultivate a Sacred Art to success.
However, how could Zhang Ruochen be able to break through Wife Qi’s Thunder God Tribulation when he hadn’t executed a Sacred Art?
One had to know that even with her cultivation level, she was not fully certain of blocking the eighth level of the Thunder God Tribulation.
Of course, there were some old monsters of the Evil Dao who recognized that what Zhang Ruochen had executed was the eighth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, the Thousand Hands Dragon Elephant.
The existence of a martial skill was one that could help a cultivator explode several times, dozens of times the attack power.
A highly skilled martial skill could not only mobilize the aura of the heavens and earth, but could even overlap with the rules of the heavens and earth and resonate, and the attack power that erupted would naturally be the more powerful.
Generally speaking, a martial art that could erupt thirty times its attack power could be called a “Sacred Art”, that is, a King Grade Martial Art.
When Zhang Ruochen cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to the fifth palm, “Nine Stacks of Elephant Power”, he was already able to explode nine times its power when he struck the palm.
When Zhang Ruochen cultivated the ninth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to its grand completion, the grade of this martial art was raised to Ghost Grade Upper Grade, which could erupt twenty-seven times its power, incomparably close to the power of a Saint Art.
Later, Zhang Ruochen refined the Saint Grade Dragon Soul, opened the six orifices of his hands, and utilized his divine blood to sanctify the six orifices, and his palm power naturally went up a notch.
Nowadays, when Zhang Ruochen struck the eighth palm of the Dragon Image Prajna Palm, he could already explode thirty-three times its power.
If he were to strike the ninth palm, he could even explode thirty-four times his power, and even if it was a little bit worse than the eighth level of Thunder God Tribulation, it was not far off.
One had to know that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm was still only a Ghost Grade Upper Grade.
Once Zhang Ruochen refined the Elephant Soul of the Green Armored Saint Elephant, broke open the seventh orifice, and completely sanctified his hands, he would surely be able to far surpass the Eighth Heavy Thunder God Tribulation.
“How …… how is it possible ……”
The white-haired crone simply did not expect that Zhang Ruochen would be able to break through the Thunder God Tribulation and was slightly disoriented.
Right at this moment, Zhang Ruochen transformed into a golden dragon that grew tens of feet in size, and executed the ninth palm of the Dragon Elephant Palm, Born Scale Transformation Dragon.
The golden dragon probed out a huge dragon claw and struck at the top of the white-haired crone’s head.
The power of this claw was a bit more powerful than the eighth palm just now.
The white-haired crone’s face changed, and in her haste, she couldn’t cast the Thunder God Tribulation, so she could only strike three Hundred Lines Sacred Artifacts in a row to meet the attack.
“A mere Hundred Lines Sacred Artifact, how dare you bring it out to disgrace yourself?”
“Boom boom.”
Three explosions in a row.
The Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword flew out, shattering all three Hundred Lines Sacred Artifacts, and at the same time, refining the pieces of the Sacred Artifacts, all of them, into the sword body.
“No……”
The white-haired crone struggled to mobilize her Saint Qi, wanting to re-strike the Thunder God Tribulation to ward off the dragon’s claws.
However, everything was already too late as the golden dragon claw mercilessly landed on top of the white-haired crone’s head, slapping her down from mid-air and plummeting straight to the ground.
The power that erupted from the dragon claws directly slapped her into the ground.
The ground, which was defended for a hundred feet, cracked out with densely packed broken lines.
The white-haired crone lay underneath the dirt, propping up her hands, the holy blood in her body burned, performing a secret technique that consumed her life force, surprisingly blocking the force of the dragon claw’s attack.
However, the white-haired crone was also heavily injured, the skin of her entire body was cracked, appearing bloody, and extraordinarily hideous looking.
“Zhang Ruochen, it’s impossible for you to …… kill this Saint ……”
“Swish.”
A black sword qi, descending from the sky, pierced through the white-haired crone’s Sacred Soul Domain and penetrated through her brow.
The white-haired crone’s qi sea and head simultaneously cracked into two halves, her entire body’s holy qi rapidly dissipating, and her corpse gradually becoming cold.
Another Saint realm figure had fallen.
A Saint’s vitality was indeed very strong, but once the sea of qi was shattered, the entire body’s cultivation was also lost by a large margin.
Therefore, the sea of qi was the weakest place of a Saint, but also the most tightly defended place, general attacks, simply can not hurt the Saint’s sea of qi.
Only, no matter how tight the defense was, how could it block the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword?
Zhang Ruochen took out the Saint Source in the white-haired crone’s body and immediately performed Spatial Shift, his body swaying slightly as he disappeared into place.
All of the old monsters of the Evil Dao present were horrified, it was hard to imagine that a junior at the Half Saint realm would be able to continuously decimate two Saint realm figures.
Was this to shock the Demon Sect, or to shock the Saints of the world?
The saints, high above, were like gods that dominated the Kunlun Realm.
Yet now, there was someone who wanted to go against the heavens and destroy the saints.
“Huh! Where did Zhang Ruochen go?”
The stunning demoness with three fox tails came to her senses from the shock she had just experienced and noticed that something was wrong.
Suddenly, an icy cold aura traveled to her back.
With a shock in her heart, she immediately executed her Body Technique and rushed forward, using lightning-like speed, and in an instant, arrived more than ten miles away.
“Pfft.”
A snow-white fox tail that was more than ten meters long broke, spilling blood and crashing to the ground.
The Jade Demoness’s hip position was drenched in blood, a sense of pain and shame, simultaneously pounding her nerves, staring at the young man who was rushing towards her in a hurry, her eyes revealed a cold color, and the anger in her heart, rose up.
