Under the combined efforts of Zhang Ruochen, the Devouring Saint Flower, and Xie Chengzi, the Golden-Step Dragon Chariot radiated six layers of saintly power waves. Golden light illuminated the heavens and earth, the unleashed force causing even Saint King realm beings to tremble with fear.
“Rumble.”
Nine golden dragons pulled the chariot forward, crashing into countless Saint Kings and sending them flying.
Some of those Saint Kings suffered severe injuries, their saintly bodies reduced to mangled flesh and blood.
Witnessing this, the Giant-Eye Calamity Clan member, standing over a hundred and thirty metres tall, roared with fury, his voice thundering across the sky like a bolt of lightning.
He raised his palace-sized warhammer, unleashing thousands of lightning bolts.
“Crackle.”
Looking up, the entire sky was blanketed with lightning, all converging at the centre where the warhammer glowed with a faint divine aura.
This was an ancient divine relic weapon; once activated, it could unleash a trace of divine power, not to be underestimated.
The warhammer swung down, clashing with the Golden-Step Dragon Chariot.
“Boom!”
The sky full of lightning and blinding light split the world into two starkly different realms, the surging energy blasting outward, hurling nearby Saint King realm cultivators away.
The Giant-Eye Calamity Clan member was indeed monstrously powerful, his cultivation nearing the Seven-Step Saint King realm.
However, the Golden-Step Dragon Chariot, driven by the combined might of Zhang Ruochen, the Devouring Saint Flower, and Xie Chengzi, was not about to lose to him.
“The Golden-Step Dragon Chariot isn’t just for charging recklessly,” Zhang Ruochen declared, rising abruptly. Saint qi surged from his body, activating another set of inscriptions within the chariot. Instantly, a circular array seal emerged beneath it.
“Swish!”
The array seal expanded outward, stretching to a diameter of a hundred zhang, enveloping the Giant-Eye Calamity Clan member within its formation.
“Not good.”
The Giant-Eye Calamity Clan member’s instincts were sharp, sensing danger.
Distracted, his momentum weakened, and the power of his warhammer diminished significantly, forcing him to retreat under the chariot’s onslaught.
Then, a golden light curtain rose from the array seal’s edges, with hundreds of dragon shadows soaring across it.
“Roar!”
All the dragon shadows surged forth, crashing into the Giant-Eye Calamity Clan member.
“This king wears the Golden Goblet Armour, this level of attack can only tickle me,” he boasted.
The armour he wore was indeed extraordinary; dragon shadows dozens of zhang long shattered like bubbles upon impact, unable to harm him in the slightest.
Of course, it wasn’t as effortless as he claimed.
Each dragon shadow’s strike caused his body to sway slightly, a strained expression flickering between his brows, clearly enduring the blows.
Zhang Ruochen frowned and said, “This brute is truly formidable, able to withstand such a fierce assault. Just how powerful is his defence? Even if he stood still, a typical Seven-Step Saint King’s strike might not scratch him.”
Xie Chengzi explained, “His name is Kun. The Giant-Eye Calamity Clan is a major power in the Paradise Realm, and Kun is their top powerhouse in the Truth Heavenly Domain. His mother was a god, so his body contains pure divine blood, along with bones and a saint soul far surpassing cultivators of the same realm. Even I wouldn’t have absolute confidence in defeating him.”
There were vast differences among divine offspring.
Some had divine fathers, others divine mothers.
Clearly, those with divine mothers were far stronger.
Before birth, a divine mother’s blood and power would continuously infuse the foetus, granting it a robust physique and saint soul, even leaving behind traces of divine power and rules within its body.
As a result, such offspring could advance their cultivation realms extraordinarily quickly after birth.
In the Paradise Realm, ninety-nine percent of divine sons and daughters were offspring of divine fathers.
A divine son like Kun, with a divine mother, was exceedingly rare and, in the same realm, an almost invincible force.
The Devouring Saint Flower giggled, “That warhammer and saint armour of his, if put up for auction, would fetch a hefty price.”
“Rumble.”
Kun didn’t hold out for long before the Golden-Step Dragon Chariot’s unleashed power sent him reeling backwards.
Pulling back some distance, Kun roared, “The intruder is Zhang Ruochen! Activate the Judgment Life-Death Sword and the Doomsday Saint Staff to keep him here!”
Sixteen angel clan Saint Kings swiftly assembled, led by a handsome Six-Step Saint King realm male angel wielding the Judgment Life-Death Sword, a seven-shine ten-thousand-pattern saint weapon.
The other angel clan Saint Kings unleashed beams of saint qi, channeling their power into the sword.
The sword grew larger, its aura growing increasingly terrifying.
Sharp sword qi streaked across the sky, the sword light even piercing through the clouds above.
Thirteen elf clan Saint Kings gathered behind an elf queen whose mental power reached the late stage of tier fifty-seven.
Her mental power surpassed Yan Ni’s by a notch, and holding the Doomsday Saint Staff, she appeared supremely holy and dignified, like a goddess from the ninth heaven.
Yet the lightning unleashed from the Doomsday Saint Staff was even more fearsome than Kun’s earlier hammer strike.
The world transformed into an ocean of lightning.
The ground beneath her feet turned to blackened ash, as if melting.
“Xie Chengzi, you deal with Kun,” Zhang Ruochen ordered.
“Master, what about your side…”
“Don’t worry, I can handle it.”
Zhang Ruochen leapt to the top of the Golden-Step Dragon Chariot and shouted, “Zhenmiao, where’s your Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror?”
Zhenmiao Little Taoist popped up from somewhere, jumping onto the chariot, saying, “This poor Taoist thought you’d take them all on alone, figuring the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror wouldn’t be needed…”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes narrowed sharply.
Under the sixteen angel clan Saint Kings’ combined effort, the Judgment Life-Death Sword slashed down.
The sword light was blinding, sword qi crisscrossing the sky, as if splitting the heavens and earth in two.
“Why so much chatter? Hurry and activate its supreme power, I’ll block this strike first!”
Zhang Ruochen leapt into the air with the Eight Dragon Umbrella, opening it mid-flight. Eight dragons surged out, clashing with the hundreds-of-zhang-long saint sword, unleashing a deafening boom.
“Bang.”
Zhang Ruochen was flung back, crashing to the ground, the impact cratering the earth beneath his feet.
Though he blocked it with the Eight Dragon Umbrella, his arms ached numbly, his internal organs felt misaligned, an indescribable discomfort washing over him.
A few more hits like that, and he’d be gravely injured.
On the other side, the fourteen elf clan Saint Kings, wielding the Doomsday Saint Staff, summoned a divine thunderbolt from the heavens.
Zhang Ruochen raised the Eight Dragon Umbrella again, resisting the divine thunder.
After just one breath, his body was engulfed by the lightning.
The elf queen, with her tier fifty-seven mental power, assumed she held Zhang Ruochen’s fate in her hands, saying icily, “Zhang Ruochen, if you’re willing to accept possession, we can preserve a wisp of your saint soul. Otherwise, today is your end.”
The dragon clan powerhouse Yu Tian, hovering in the air with his hands behind his back, watching the spectacle, finally spoke, “No need to persuade him. Zhang Ruochen’s will is unyielding, he’d never agree to possession. Kill him outright to avoid leaving a future threat.”
The divine thunder continued to rain down, bombarding Zhang Ruochen for nine full breaths before stopping.
The ground below fragmented, melting into crimson magma. Yet Zhang Ruochen, still holding the Eight Dragon Umbrella, stood alive on the lake’s surface.
The Paradise Realm Saint Kings all gasped, incredulous.
Sweat beads covered Zhang Ruochen’s face as he exhaled deeply, glaring at Zhenmiao Little Taoist, “Are you toying with me? If you don’t activate the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror now, I’ll have to use spatial power, and you’ll be the first I suppress.”
“Don’t rush me, this poor Taoist will show them the mirror’s might right now.”
Standing atop the Golden-Step Dragon Chariot, Zhenmiao Little Taoist raised the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror with his right hand.
From the mirror’s surface, strands of supreme power rose like purple mist, forming a massive purple-gold eight trigrams seal, hundreds of zhang in diameter.
At the Eight-Step Saint King realm, Zhenmiao Little Taoist could wield the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror to unleash even greater power.
Sensing the aura of supreme power, the Paradise Realm Saint Kings’ faces paled dramatically.
“What’s happening? Where did they get a supreme saint weapon?”
“The supreme saint weapon isn’t complete, if we fully activate the Judgment Life-Death Sword and Doomsday Saint Staff, we should hold it off.”
The Saint Kings poured their power into the two seven-shine ten-thousand-pattern saint weapons.
The Judgment Life-Death Sword, originally bearing six layers of saintly power waves, now flickered with a seventh, though it was faint, not reaching the full seven-shine perfection.
The Six-Step Saint King realm angel, controlling the sword, swung it down, aiming to seize the initiative and kill Zhenmiao Little Taoist first.
“A few low-realm Saint Kings dare challenge this poor Taoist? Today, I’ll show you what true power looks like.”
Zhenmiao Little Taoist spat a puff of purple qi onto the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror. The massive eight trigrams seal spun upward, crashing into the Judgment Life-Death Sword.
“Bang.”
The seal crushed down like a juggernaut, dimming the Judgment Life-Death Sword’s light, knocking it from the Six-Step Saint King angel’s grasp to the ground.
“Spurt.”
A beam of purple supreme power pierced through the Six-Step Saint King angel, saint blood splashing across the sky.
Without the Judgment Life-Death Sword, the Paradise Realm Saint Kings stood exposed beneath the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror, buckling under its immense pressure, their faces ashen, as if facing doomsday.
“An Eight-Step Saint King isn’t intimidating? Do you think this poor Taoist is just a saint herb? Today, I’ll unleash a slaughter,” Zhenmiao Little Taoist bellowed.
“Bang bang.”
Under the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror’s bombardment, twenty to thirty Saint King realm powerhouses burst apart like paper figures, none escaping, wiped out cleanly, clearing a vast area.
Even Yu Tian and Kun were stunned, struggling to accept this reality.
