“Zhang Ruochen, you’ve caused a colossal disaster, even the Moon God can’t save you today,” the demonic figure seethed, eyes flashing with ferocious light.
“I’ve caused countless colossal disasters, but you still can’t kill me.”
Zhang Ruochen pressed his attack, swinging the divine envoy staff, striking the demonic figure’s backside, sending it tumbling face-first into a cliff on Moon God Mountain, its disgrace beyond words.
This demonic figure was identical to Black Heart Demon Lord, imbued with divine might.
The sight—akin to Black Heart Demon Lord being spanked by Zhang Ruochen—made many cultivators’ hearts skip a beat in shock.
Ling Xiu, a spiritual power Greater Saint at the Shatuo Heavenly Domain’s edge, used his abilities to imprint the scene, transmitting it through special channels.
Soon, this jaw-dropping image spread to the Heavenly Realm’s major saint cities, sparking an uproar.
“Such formidable demonic might, that’s Black Heart Demon Lord of the Black Demon Realm, I’ve seen his statue.”
“Who’s that young man fighting Black Heart Demon Lord, which god is he?”
“That’s not… that’s not Zhang Ruochen, how could Zhang Ruochen battle Black Heart Demon Lord? No, no, one’s a god, the other a Saint King, how could they clash? Could it be Zhang Ruochen’s ancestor?”
“Look, Black Heart Demon Lord’s been sent flying by Zhang Ruochen—no, by Zhang Ruochen’s ancestor.”
“Real or fake? That’s a god who’s survived an Epoch Tribulation… so pitiful, spanked and beaten like a dog eating dirt…”
…
That day, the Paradise Realm’s saint cities erupted.
Spiritual power Greater Saints projected the images into the skies above.
Black Heart Demon Lord, thrashed by a god resembling Zhang Ruochen, left Black Demon Realm cultivators either gnashing their teeth in fury or cringing in humiliation, wishing they could vanish into the ground.
Regardless, these scenes stripped Black Heart Demon Lord of his fearsome reputation.
Engaged with Empress Chi Yao, Black Heart Demon Lord glanced towards Moon God Mountain.
The demonic figure there was merely a breath he’d exhaled, a divine will avatar with limited strength.
As the Moon God’s envoy, Zhang Ruochen could borrow up to a tenth of her power.
That breath alone was no match for him.
Of course, Black Heart Demon Lord knew well that Zhang Ruochen’s flesh and saint soul could barely withstand a thousandth, or even a ten-thousandth, of the Moon God’s might.
He plucked a hair, forming a true divine avatar, then infused it with a mass of demonic blood.
“Rumble.”
The avatar’s power surged, arms spreading, countless lightning bolts crackling across the sky.
It transformed into a black demonic cloud, swiftly enveloping Moon God Mountain’s airspace.
Zhang Ruochen, pinning the demonic figure beneath his foot, felt an overwhelming pressure from above. Looking up, he saw a colossal figure like an ancient demonic mountain within the rolling clouds.
Its divine might choked his breath.
“Black Heart Demon Lord’s true form? No, this aura’s strong, but compared to You God and Lord Yan, it’s leagues weaker, it’s definitely not his true self.”
“Bang.”
Gripping the staff with both hands, Zhang Ruochen shattered the demonic figure into a cloud of thousands of interwoven thoughts.
Drawn upward, the cloud surged towards the divine avatar.
“Be destroyed.”
Zhang Ruochen struck again, tearing space, banishing the cloud into the void.
“Damn brat, daring to destroy three thousand of my thoughts, I’ll scatter your soul today.”
The divine avatar clasped its hands, tens of thousands of demonic lightning bolts converging into a pillar, blasting down at Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen gripped the staff tighter, intent on borrowing more of the Moon God’s power.
The avatar’s voice reached him, “Second Jia Blood Ancestor brought the Blood War Temple’s guardian treasure, the Shura Domain Map, to defeat the Moon God and cement his supreme fame. She’s surely locked in a fierce struggle now, the more power you borrow, the weaker she becomes.”
Admittedly, this struck a chord, causing Zhang Ruochen a flicker of hesitation.
He didn’t fully grasp divine power, unsure how much he’d taken, fearing he’d hinder the Moon God.
In that split-second pause, the avatar’s attack descended.
“Whoosh!”
Moon God Mountain’s runes flared again, clashing with the lightning pillar.
Someone reactivated the Blood Moon Devouring Heaven Formation, temporarily holding the avatar at bay.
Even the avatar paused, scanning below, finally spotting a white-haired figure at another formation eye.
Kong Lanyou.
She’d poured her Greater Saint blood into the runes, triggering the formation a second time.
“To kill my cousin, you’ll have to kill me first.”
Kong Lanyou knew the divine avatar’s might far surpassed the earlier demonic figure.
Yet even if it drained her last drop of Greater Saint blood, she’d shield Zhang Ruochen.
Meanwhile, the headless Barbarian Sword Greater Saint rose, stepping into the broken rune circle, channelling his power into it alongside Kong Lanyou to sustain the formation.
Blood gushed like a spring from his severed neck, flowing along the runes’ paths.
The formation’s strength grew.
The Moon God’s voice entered Zhang Ruochen’s mind, “Zhang Ruochen, my power is yours to borrow as much as you can bear, deal with Black Heart Demon Lord’s divine avatar swiftly and bring me the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron. Today, I’ll give you a grand gift.”
Her ability to transmit meant she was handling Second Jia Blood Ancestor with ease in the void, easing Zhang Ruochen’s worries.
It also dawned on him—he’d been duped by the avatar!
The power he’d borrowed likely barely affected her.
“What a cunning wretch, a mighty demon god resorting to such tricks against a Saint King.”
Furious, Zhang Ruochen ignored his body and soul’s limits, drawing the Moon God’s power recklessly. The staff glowed ever brighter.
Sensing danger, the avatar attacked ferociously, but the Blood Moon Devouring Heaven Formation held firm.
With Barbarian Sword Greater Saint and Kong Lanyou combined, its power surged manifold.
“Ultimate Demonic Heaven Seal.”
The avatar’s hands formed a seal, summoning countless rules, a circular demonic imprint appearing above Moon God Mountain, millions of skulls hovering within.
“Boom.”
The seal crashed down, fracturing the formation’s shield.
It wasn’t weak, just not fully unleashed.
At least twelve Greater Saints were needed to maximise it, then even a god’s true form might fail to breach the mountain.
Barbarian Sword Greater Saint’s headless body fell like an ancient saintly peak.
“Cousin…”
A blood mark appeared on Kong Lanyou’s brow, she glanced at Zhang Ruochen one last time before collapsing. The mark spread, her flawless form cracking like porcelain, blood lines covering her.
“Roar!”
Zhang Ruochen bellowed.
His body, too, was fissured—not from the seal, but from the Moon God’s power straining him.
Grasping the staff, he soared, piercing the seal like a juggernaut, charging into the demonic cloud, striking the avatar.
“Boom.”
The avatar exploded.
The blow destroyed countless thoughts, even affecting Black Heart Demon Lord’s true form, which shuddered, his movements slowing.
As the avatar shattered, Zhang Ruochen’s body burst too, flesh flying, bones exposed, pain gnashing his teeth.
Yet he didn’t stop, racing towards the void where the Moon God and Second Jia Blood Ancestor had fought.
From above, he glimpsed Kong Lanyou on the ground, heart aching, but he knew he couldn’t pause, he had to reach the Moon God.
Only by aiding her against Second Jia Blood Ancestor could the scales tip in their favour.
“The Sun-Moon Crystal Coffin rivals a supreme saint weapon, with world-destroying might, why does the Moon God need the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron? Is it even stronger?” Zhang Ruochen wondered.
Lord Yan, You God, and Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor, watching from the domain’s edge, saw him shatter both figures and could sit still no longer, each unleashing a divine attack from afar.
Their power, far exceeding the avatar’s, would obliterate Zhang Ruochen instantly, even with the Moon God’s might.
“Break!”
Cornered, Zhang Ruochen drew the Secret Tome of Time and Space, shattering space preemptively, escaping into the void.
“A Saint King causing such havoc, what happens if he reaches Greater Saint, or godhood?” You God muttered darkly.
Lord Yan found Zhang Ruochen’s actions bizarre, a mere Saint King daring to enter the Moon God and Second Jia Blood Ancestor’s battlefield—what was he up to?
Where there’s anomaly, there’s mischief.
Lord Yan charged into the domain, entering the void to intercept him.
