The Great Saint Corpse King couldn’t break free from the Rain Silk Divine Sword. Just as the four Tianchu elders’ saint artifacts were about to strike it—
Boom.
The corpse king launched off the ground, charging at Tianchu Fairy.
A surge of corpse qi erupted from its body, forming a thick, black cloud that corroded everything in its path. As it flew, the heavens trembled, nearly shattering the souls of nearby Saint realm cultivators.
“Fairy, watch out!”
Shi Qing Godson and the Crown Prince acted simultaneously. Shi Qing unleashed a crescent-shaped war axe, while the Crown Prince flung a talisman.
The axe, heavier than a mountain and bolstered by Shi Qing’s strength, carried immense force—but the corpse qi repelled it before it could connect.
The Crown Prince’s talisman exploded into searing heavenly fire before the corpse king.
High-grade flames capable of incinerating a Nine-Step Saint King failed to pierce even the outer layer of corpse qi.
The frigid qi seemed to extinguish all flames.
Li Miaohan summoned her Waterfall Meteor Sword to aid Tianchu Fairy, but Zhang Ruochen stopped her, “Stay out of it. If they can’t handle a mere corpse king, how will they encircle the Blood Bee Asura King?”
“It’s a Great Saint turned corpse king,” Li Miaohan protested.
“So what? The Great Saint is dead—now it’s just a corpse king,” Zhang Ruochen said.
With his current cultivation and arsenal, he didn’t fear it. With Tianchu Fairy’s cadre of elites, it shouldn’t be a challenge.
At the God-Sealing Platform, Tianchu Fairy, then a Seven-Step Saint King, had dared to face a Great Saint evil. Now, she was even stronger.
“*Red Sun Divine River Scroll*.”
Calm and composed, Tianchu Fairy raised her jade-like left hand, a scroll unfurling from her palm.
It expanded.
A dozens-of-li-long divine river and a crimson sun materialized.
The sun’s radiance bathed War Soul Star, visible as a dazzling red speck from a thousand li away.
The *Red Sun Divine River Scroll*, a Tianchu treasure, bore over a hundred thousand inscriptions—among the finest weapons below Supreme Saint Artifacts.
Boom.
The red sun clashed with the corpse king.
It staggered back, some corpse qi dissipating as it let out a piercing wail.
Tianchu Fairy guided the scroll with a finger, and the river coiled like a water dragon, ensnaring the corpse king and dragging it into the scroll.
“Now!”
The four elders pushed their saint artifacts to the limit, striking into the scroll. The corpse king roared deafeningly under the barrage.
Even an immortal saint body could be breached with enough force.
Tu Fu’s cleaver, a Great Saint relic imbued with residual might, slashed into the scroll, leaving a mark on the corpse king’s neck.
The surrounding cultivators were stunned.
“Tianchu Fairy and the four elders coordinate so seamlessly. With the *Red Sun Divine River Scroll*, she might even hold her own against the Blood Bee Asura King alone.”
“Suppressing a Great Saint corpse king—how could the Blood Bee Asura King compare?”
“Have you seen him? His strength might exceed this corpse king.”
While Xian Gongming shattered the lesser corpse kings into fragments—his prowess undeniable, though tempered by fear of the Blood Bee Asura King—Zhang Ruochen’s attention shifted to the Sea Wither flower sea. He stepped towards it.
“Zhang—Brother, it’s dangerous,” Li Miaohan warned.
“It’s fine.”
His brow’s heavenly eye activated, scanning the flower sea intently.
Suddenly, a unique saintly fluctuation caught his notice.
It emanated from beneath an eighty-thousand-year Sea Wither Herb, growing stronger as he approached.
Three steps away, a green flash—a raccoon-like creature—burst from the soil, landing a hundred zhang away.
It exuded a medicinal fragrance, its green fur resembling plant leaves.
Li Miaohan, trailing him, gasped, “What is that?”
“A beast-shaped saint herb,” Zhang Ruochen said.
The raccoon bared sharp teeth, glaring at him fiercely.
“Watch for mental attacks.”
Zhang Ruochen warned Li Miaohan, then pressed forward with five fingers, unleashing six Void Illusion Pearls. They formed a hexagonal array, spinning rapidly to block most of the raccoon’s mental surge from its eyes.
“Waterfall Meteor.”
Li Miaohan’s sword split into over a thousand silver blades, raining down on the raccoon.
Its green leaves flew out, clashing with the blades in a series of explosions.
Zhang Ruochen snorted, forming a sword finger.
Slash.
The raccoon yelped as his strike drew blood from its abdomen.
A saint herb bleeding?
Its gaze turned ferocious, locking onto the *Red Sun Divine River Scroll*. Its eyes glowed gold, unleashing a potent mental force.
Within the scroll, the corpse king roared.
Abruptly, it erupted with unprecedented power, slashing through the river and breaking free, charging towards the raccoon.
Clearly, the raccoon-shaped herb controlled it.
Zhang Ruochen glanced back.
The corpse king’s rusty blade dragged a hundred-zhang arc, slashing at his head.
Everyone saw he was countering the raccoon’s mental assault—how could he spare focus for the corpse king?
Xian Gongming and Yun Gongming, from the Crown Prince’s camp, could intervene but chose to watch coldly.
Xian Gongming’s eyes gleamed with schadenfreude, eager to see the corpse king cleave Zhang Ruochen.
Shi Qing Godson’s Dao Domain elder moved to act, but Shi Qing stopped him with a shake of his head.
Black Phoenix turned to Qu Shan Old Mother, pleading, “Martial Aunt.”
Unmoved, Qu Shan Old Mother stared at Zhang Ruochen, “You’re too young, too inexperienced. That cripple isn’t as simple as he seems.”
As her words fell, a tortoise-shaped Eight Trigrams seal emerged on Zhang Ruochen’s back, radiating Supreme Power, clashing with the corpse king’s blade.
Zhenmiao Little Taoist, hidden in Zhang Ruochen’s robe, had unleashed the Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror.
Combining their saintly forces with the mirror, they blocked the strike.
“The corpse king’s weakened from the scroll—its strength diminished. Now’s the chance to finish it.”
Seizing the moment, Zhang Ruochen grabbed Li Miaohan’s wrist, retreating swiftly beyond the raccoon’s mental range.
He then soared upward, punching the corpse king’s chest.
“Soul-Severing Long River.”
The tenth move of the Luo River Fist Technique.
Boom.
Amplified by sevenfold Truth precepts, the punch sent the corpse king crashing to the ground, shaking the earth.
“Ghosts and Gods Ferry.”
Like a dragon’s tail sweep, Zhang Ruochen descended, unleashing the eighteenth move.
Water rushed around him as towering ghost and god phantoms formed, striking with his fist.
Boom.
Dust billowed from the impact, massive fissures spidering outward.
Gasps echoed through the crowd.
Terrifying—Li Ruohan was overpowering a Great Saint corpse king.
Such strength?
They didn’t know the corpse king, already injured in the scroll, had depleted most of its qi breaking free, entering a vulnerable state.
Zhang Ruochen exploited this, attacking relentlessly to prevent recovery.
The Tianchu elders stared at Tianchu Fairy in shock, as if asking why Zhang Ruochen wielded the Heavenly River Divine Fist.
They assumed she’d taught him—a technique not shared with outsiders.
Xian Gongming seethed, “Damn Li Ruohan—he’s got a Supreme Saint Artifact.”
He’d never considered himself inferior, confident he’d win in a real fight. But Zhang Ruochen’s current power, bolstered by the artifact, crushed his assurance.
In a life-or-death clash, his odds were below thirty percent.
The raccoon, seeing the tide turn, tried to recall the corpse king to flee.
But Tianchu Fairy redeployed the *Red Sun Divine River Scroll*, suspending it above the raccoon and suppressing it.
“Meow!”
The river swept it into the scroll, sealing it.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ruochen’s fists rained down, dispersing the corpse king’s qi entirely.
The Yi Emperor Bone Staff silently absorbed the qi.
With its qi gone, the corpse king lay still.
Amusingly, Zhang Ruochen’s punches left no marks on its body.
Without a Supreme Saint Artifact or spatial power, even if a Great Saint stood still, he couldn’t harm it with his current strength.
An immortal saint body was beyond a non-Great Saint’s ability to breach.
Yet legends claimed Qing Jin, first on the *Saint King Merit List*, had injured a Great Saint, and Yan Wushen, Hell Realm’s top Saint King, had killed one.
How had they done it?
