The six spirit mountains towered over the six directions of the Subterranean Dragon Hall, as if they were six pillars of the sky, plunging straight into the clouds, appearing majestic.
Under the night colour, a black precious garment, flatly unfolded, suspended between the six spiritual mountains, radiating a ray of black dark light, straight down, the entire submerged dragon hall was shrouded in.
The other cultivators in the Blood God Sect could not detect the changes in the Subterranean Dragon Hall at all.
“Your Highness, Divine Son, this person is the Deputy Palace Master of the Chaotic Character Heavenly Palace, Liao Teng, not long ago, his cultivation had already broken through the Middle Realm Saint realm, and he is unknown how many times more powerful than the Hong Yuan Saint.”
Zhao Shiqi transmitted a spiritual energy and told Zhang Ruochen the other party’s details.
Liao Teng’s five senses were sharp, detecting the fluctuation of spiritual energy and glancing towards Zhao Shiqi’s hiding place, a cold snort came out of his mouth.
“Pfft.”
Zhao Shiqi manifested from the top of a tower, bleeding from seven holes, following the glazed tile hooks, and fell to the ground with a bang, extremely injured, unable to climb up from the ground again.
Just now, the cry that Liao Teng coldly grunted carried with it Saint Force, it was simply not something that Zhao Shiqi could withstand.
In front of a Middle Realm Saint, beings that hadn’t crossed into the Saint Realm were indeed like ants. Liao Teng could casually utter a single word and exhale a breath, and he would be able to suppress a living being at the quasi-Saint level.
Of course, there were exceptions.
For example, Zhang Ruochen, who sat smoothly on top of the stone bench from start to finish, appearing unperturbed.
Liao Teng was also secretly a little surprised, saying, ”A mere first stage Quasi-Saint can dissolve this Saint’s Saintly Might into nothing, no wonder he was able to kill the Hong Yuan Saint, he does have some skills. However, in front of this Saint, you are still no different from a child who has just learnt to walk.”
“Is that so?”
Zhang Ruochen wore a smile on his face as his fingers played with a luminous cup on the stone table, appearing unconcerned.
Qing Mo stood in the shadows and asked Zhang Ruochen if he wanted to make a move to take Liao Teng down.
Zhang Ruochen, however, told her not to make a move for the time being, he wanted to personally test Liao Teng’s strength.
Liao Teng had only crossed into the realm of the Middle Realm Saints not long ago, and Zhang Ruochen had just crossed his first Quasi-Saint Tribulation.
Zhang Ruochen was curious to know if he could battle a Middle Realm Saint with his current strength.
Liao Teng’s gaze was locked above the Saint Source, and in his heart, he surmised that Gu Linfeng must have more precious treasures on his body, and as long as he killed him, his wealth would skyrocket.
“Die.”
Liao Teng’s two fingers twirled into the void, appearing extremely elegant as he used his Saint Qi to condense into a blood-red leaf, striking down at Gu Linfeng below.
The tree leaf spun rapidly, transforming into a beam of light and creating a series of explosions.
With the force of Zhang Ruochen’s five fingers, there was a snap, and the Luminous Cup shattered, turning into more than a dozen fragments that flew upwards like a meteor shower.
One of the fragments, collided with the blood-coloured leaves and both annihilated at the same time.
The other fragments, still flew upwards, striking at Liao Teng.
A soft eep came out of Liao Teng’s mouth, he had thought that a single leaf would be enough to kill Gu Linfeng, but now it seemed that he had still underestimated him somewhat.
Liao Teng’s right palm unfolded and slapped downwards, shattering all the pieces of the Luminous Cup.
The palm imprint, which became more and more enormous, transformed into hundreds of metres long and imprinted downwards, with every palm print clearly visible, as if it was trying to slap the entire Subterranean Dragon Hall into flat ground.
Zhang Ruochen flew up off the ground, lifting his left arm and pressing upwards, a blood red dragon shadow, emerged from inside the arm, emitting a dragon roar.
The two palm forces collided together and were briefly frozen for a moment.
Zhang Ruochen felt a mountainous force coming from his left arm, much like the heavens and earth were pressing down on him, forcing him to keep falling downwards.
Liao Teng snorted coldly, “How dare you try to palm against this Saint, are you looking for death?”
Zhang Ruochen mobilised his Saint Qi and injected it into the Seven Killing Fist Gloves, stirring up the Thousand Stripes Destructive Strength, while at the same time stirring up the strength of his fleshly body, and the one hundred and thirty-two orifices of his entire body bloomed with bright light at the same time, intertwining to form a mysterious star map.
Zhang Ruochen’s palm power increased greatly and exploded violently, tearing apart the hundreds of metres long large handprint and attacking backwards towards Liao Teng.
Although Liao Teng felt surprised, the degree of his strike was not slow, and his true body rushed forward, clashing with Zhang Ruochen’s palm.
Even though Zhang Ruochen had used the Thousand Lines Destruction Strength, he failed to block it and flew out, crashing into the top of the stone wall of a spirit mountain.
The geological structure of the Spirit Mountain was quite solid, far from ordinary mountains, thus, withstanding such a level of impact, it only collapsed a small piece and did not collapse.
“Again.”
Zhang Ruochen was not injured and rushed out of the mountain, striking out dozens of hand seals in a row, attacking Liao Teng.
“Boom boom.”
The two silhouettes collided quickly, producing a series of loud bangs.
In the end, Zhang Ruochen failed to block Liao Teng’s attack and fell sharply from mid-air, stepping on the ground and shattering the jade-paved compound, half of his body sinking into the ground.
The compound was full of cracks, even the defensive formations on the ground were shattered.
Although, Gu Linfeng was defeated, it still made Ji Shui’s heart flutter, ”This brat is too strong! Only having crossed the first Paramount Sacred Tribulation only, he’s actually able to fight with a Middle Realm Saint.”
Of course, even if he was too powerful, what could he do, in the end, there was still a huge gap between him and a Middle Realm Saint, and he was bound to die this night.
Liao Teng flew down and stood a few feet above the ground, like a holy god, looking down at the few people below, saying somewhat meaningfully, “No wonder the Hong Yuan Saints have all died in your hands, so you have already cultivated your physical body to such a degree. Even if this Saint wanted to kill you, it would take some effort to do so.”
Zhang Ruochen used his Saint Qi to wrap his entire body and flew up, landing on the ground and flicking the dust on his sleeves as he said, “A Middle Realm Saint who has only just made a breakthrough is surprisingly this powerful, it seems that it is truly impossible to resist without using your true strength.”
“What are you talking about? You haven’t used your full strength?”
Liao Teng simply didn’t believe that Gu Linfeng had even more powerful means and only thought that he was bluffing.
Zhang Ruochen’s finger, quickly made a stroke on top of the spatial ring, and the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword immediately appeared in his hand. In an instant, the entire person’s aura changed, becoming incomparably sharp.
“Wow!”
With a flash of sword light, a Sacred Art level sword stance was swung over with a degree so fast that it was like lightning, sweeping past Liao Teng’s neck and chopping off a strand of head.
Liao Teng was a bit shocked, he did not expect Gu Linfeng to be an expert in the Dao of the Sword, just now, if he reacted half a beat slower, he would not necessarily be injured.
Zhang Ruochen used the True One Thunder Fire Sword Technique, the Holy Qi and the Spiritual Qi of the Heavens and Earth automatically condensed into thunderbolts, fusing with the sword stance.
Liao Teng didn’t recognise the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword, yet he was able to sense that the sword was quite dangerous, thus, he didn’t dare to use his palms to touch it, and could only keep dodging.
Dodging dozens of swords in a row, Liao Teng felt suffocated, as a Middle Realm Saint who had to dodge the attack of a Paragon, what was the decency?
“Blood Thief Finger.”
Liao Teng stretched out a middle finger, which emerged as a metallic stream of light and struck the side of the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword, shocking Zhang Ruochen and throwing him out.
Immediately after that, Liao Teng fully revolved the Saint Qi in his body, condensing a vast blood cloud that shook the six Spirit Mountains.
At this moment, Liao Teng’s power climbed upwards, reaching an astonishing height.
“Gu Linfeng, you can force this Saint to use his full power, even if you go down to the Yellow Springs, you’re still proud enough to do so.”
Liao Teng’s arms rotated, causing the blood clouds to violently tumble as the two strands of Saint Power twisted and entwined together, transforming into a half-virtual, half-real lance that struck at Zhang Ruochen’s heart.
The full force strike of a Middle Realm Saint was absolutely extraordinary.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t dare to take the enemy lightly and used his full strength as well, first activating the Ten Saint Blood Armour, wrapping his entire body and condensing into ten Saint Shadows in ten directions of his body.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen injected a steady stream of Saint Qi into the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword, stirring up three thousand inscriptions, and the majestic sword qi enveloped all six Spirit Mountains.
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword down with the terrifying power of opening up the heavens and tearing apart the half-imaginary, half-real lance, landing on top of Liao Teng’s head.
“Pfft.”
Liao Teng failed to block the sword, a three-foot-long horrifying blood gash appeared from his right shoulder to his abdomen, a row of ribs were cut off, and he was almost split in half.
A miserable scream came out of Liao Teng’s mouth as he hurriedly flew towards the ground, taking out a bottle of holy blood and pouring it into his mouth.
Drinking the holy blood, the sword wound in his chest healed with a degree visible to the naked eye.
“You’re not Gu Lin Feng, who the hell are you?”
Liao Teng’s heart was incomparably furious, he had never suffered such a great loss, almost falling, and now even thinking about it was a bit frightening.
Ji Shui was also shocked, Gu Linfeng’s sword just now was terrifying to the extreme, it seemed to be able to separate heaven and earth. Fortunately, the Subterranean Dragon Hall had a mysterious force guarding it, blocking the sword energy, so it wasn’t damaged.
“Wait, that sword ……”
Ji Shui recognised the sword in Gu Linfeng’s hand, it was too familiar, causing an outstandingly handsome figure to appear in her mind.
Not long ago, in the Winning Sand City of the Green Dragon Market Realm, Ji Shui and the human cultivators had both fought until they were off their feet, thinking that they would surely die.
The appearance of that man, with the power of one man, changed the entire battle situation, saved a city of human elites, and fought against more than a dozen beast kings, simply like a god of war. At that time, even Ji Shui’s ice-cold heart was on the verge of beating, giving birth to a trace of admiration and worship.
However, Ji Shui was very clear that that man could be called a Young Emperor, destined to become a legend of the Human Race, and was simply not something that she could come into contact with.
In the end, Ji Shui was also a woman, how could she not feel admiration when she encountered a supreme human like Time and Space Transmitter Zhang Ruochen?
How could Time and Space Transmitter Zhang Ruochen’s sword appear in Gu Linfeng’s hands?
The more Ji Shui looked, the more she felt odd, because, the Gu Linfeng at this moment was too similar to the man who had made her adore him back then, not in terms of looks, but in terms of the kind of temperament on his body, sharp, proud, and free from the mortal world, as if he was a supreme generation sword saint.
“Could …… it be unlikely!”
A bold guess surfaced in Ji Shui’s heart, yet there was something that she did not dare to believe.
