Even from dozens of metres away, the Blood Bee Asura King sent heavy waves of force crashing towards Zhang Ruochen.
Each wave rivalled a full-strength strike from a Nine-Step Saint King.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression shifted. He unleashed the Purifying Divine Fire from within, warding off the relentless onslaught, and shouted, “Use the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror!”
“Whoosh—”
Zhenmiao Little Taoist infused saint qi into the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror. The mirror spun rapidly, hovering above him and Zhang Ruochen, erupting with supreme power.
Zhang Ruochen opened all his body’s apertures, saint qi surging wildly from within and pouring into the mirror.
Purple patterns emerged on the mirror’s surface, unleashing a blazing energy storm.
Layer upon layer of Eight Trigrams seals flew from the mirror, attacking the Blood Bee Asura King.
Enhanced by tortoise shell fragments, the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror’s might had grown even stronger.
The Blood Bee Asura King, noting that Zhang Ruochen and Zhenmiao Little Taoist wielded a supreme sacred artifact, showed mild surprise. Then, he fully unleashed his power. From his black wings, a torrent of battle qi poured out, forming a towering demonic shadow.
It was the saint soul shadow of a Great Saint.
The Blood Bee Asura King had refined a Great Saint’s soul into his body, turning it into a war soul under his command.
Was this still the capability of a mere Saint King?
“Boom!”
The broad heavy sword clashed with the Eight Trigrams seals, resounding like the heavens and earth splitting apart.
Cultivators standing a hundred metres away were knocked off balance by the shockwaves, tumbling in disarray.
The Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror held the Blood Bee Asura King’s sword at bay. Across a layer of Eight Trigrams seals, Zhang Ruochen locked eyes with him up close— their gazes clashing like needle against wheat, both sharp as blades.
The next moment, a surge of divine power erupted from the sword, forcing Zhang Ruochen and Zhenmiao Little Taoist to skid backwards, landing a thousand metres away.
A trench scarred the ground, stretching to Zhang Ruochen’s feet.
“This guy’s a freak— even a supreme sacred artifact can’t stop him,” Zhenmiao Little Taoist exclaimed.
Zhang Ruochen replied, “No choice— the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror lacks a spirit and is incomplete, unable to unleash a supreme artifact’s full power.”
“Plus… that sword he wields isn’t ordinary either. It’s likely an ancient divine relic imbued with godly force.”
“How about I become its spirit, and you wield the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror to fight him?”
Zhenmiao Little Taoist shook his head vigorously, “With my current cultivation, becoming the mirror’s spirit would drain my vitality heavily. At best, I’d manage one or two strikes. Let’s stay calm— even if you wielded it with a spirit, you might not beat him.”
“That’s definitely the Blood Bee Asura King— danger level seven. With so many experts here, why should we take the lead?”
“Fair point,” Zhang Ruochen agreed.
At his current realm, facing the Blood Bee Asura King alone would be sheer folly.
The Blood Bee Asura King gave Zhang Ruochen a deep, distant stare. His years of battle-honed instincts confirmed this was a troublesome foe.
But he didn’t attack Zhang Ruochen again, instead flying towards the Blood Emperor Bee swarm.
The bees were vast in number, including six bee kings with strength rivaling Path Domain experts.
To nurture those six, the Blood Bee Asura King had slain over a dozen Path Domain cultivators, using an ancient Asura secret art to fuse their saint souls and sources into the bees.
Only six had succeeded.
Each bee king was a precious asset, painstakingly crafted.
Tianchu Fairy, Emperor Ancestor Crown Prince, and the others were no pushovers either. In mere breaths, they’d killed over a hundred Blood Emperor Bees.
The six bee kings were pinned down by six Path Domain experts.
“Dare to kill my Blood Emperor Bees? You’ll pay a steep price!”
The Blood Bee Asura King strode forward, raising his black heavy sword overhead. Countless black beams shot from the tip, flooding the air with torrential battle qi.
A horizontal slash unleashed a sword arc over thirty metres long.
Tianchu Fairy and Tianchu Civilization’s four elders countered with the *Red Sun Divine River Painting*.
The red sun and divine river clashed with the sword arc.
“Bang, bang.”
The river snapped; the sun shattered.
Tianchu Fairy and the elders stumbled back, relying on the painting’s origin power to dissolve the arc.
As they steadied themselves, the Blood Bee Asura King appeared before the Fourteenth Prince, slashing downward.
“Your Highness, watch out!”
Bai Shang of the Nebula Sect, wielding a heavy sword too, activated its inscriptions, unleashing Seven Radiances peak power to meet the strike.
A Path Domain cultivator and top Nebula Sect expert, Bai Shang was tasked with guarding the Fourteenth Prince.
“Boom.”
Bai Shang staggered back seventeen steps, leaving seventeen deep footprints in the ground.
This soil, capable of holding a lake of divine blood, had a structure unlike the outside world. Only immense force could carve such pits.
“Pfft.”
Blood sprayed from Bai Shang’s mouth.
A single clash had left him badly injured.
“Senior Brother!”
Nie Qingli darted to Bai Shang, feeding him a healing saint pill.
Meanwhile, the Fourteenth Prince joined Nie Qingli and Bai Shang, pulling out the White Jade Saint Ship. Together, they infused it with saint qi.
The ship grew dozens of metres long, dense array patterns shimmering across its hull.
From another direction, the *Red Sun Divine River Painting* unleashed another divine river and a sun, its light more vivid than before.
The Fourteenth Prince and Tianchu Fairy’s allies gathered— numerous and strong— yet their faces bore traces of dread.
In contrast, the Blood Bee Asura King remained composed, his killing intent, battle qi, and blood qi growing thicker.
Watching the king’s impassive gaze, Zhang Ruochen’s mood darkened, “The Blood Bee Asura King has clearly survived countless life-or-death battles to cultivate such dense killing and blood qi. Though the Fourteenth Prince, Tianchu Fairy, and the others are seasoned, they seem green compared to him.”
“This fight doesn’t look promising.”
Zhenmiao Little Taoist chuckled, “Don’t forget— Qushan Old Mother hasn’t acted. The Blood Bee Asura King might not match her.”
Qushan Old Mother stayed inactive, her aged eyes occasionally glancing at the blood mist behind them, as if wary of something.
“Array up— suppress them!”
Lu Lao, the array saint master beside Lion Green Godson, wielded a dark gold saint staff. With potent mental energy, he manipulated forty-nine jade array discs, forming an eighth-rank grand array a thousand metres wide, enveloping all the Blood Emperor Bees.
Each jade disc was a mini-array, creating a three-metre circular pattern.
Fully activated, the discs unleashed thousands of beams, subduing all the bees and their six kings.
The cultivators cheered at the sight.
Without his bees, the Blood Bee Asura King was a tiger without claws— his strength slashed.
Lion Green Godson laughed smugly, “Blood Bee Asura King, if you had any sense, you’d flee. Do you really think you can face so many of us alone?”
A sneer crossed the Blood Bee Asura King’s face, “That array saint master has some skill. But if you think losing my bees means my defeat, you’re too naive.”
“Still talking tough? Forget defeat— you’ll die here today,” Emperor Ancestor Crown Prince snapped, his anger palpable.
The Blood Bee Asura King replied, “Want to kill me? Who’s first?”
Silence fell over the cultivators.
A single slash from him could cripple a Path Domain expert— who’d dare go first?
The first to strike would face his immediate wrath.
But if no one acted, stalling risked unexpected turns.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze fixed on Xian Gongming, calling, “Senior Xian Gongming.”
The crowd caught on, eyes turning to Xian Gongming.
Lion Green Godson laughed, “I nearly forgot— Xian Gongming vowed to lead the charge against the Blood Bee Asura King.”
“Xian Gongming, if you act, I’ll wield the White Jade Ancient Ship’s power to aid you,” the Fourteenth Prince pledged.
Xian Gongming’s face twisted with fury, his glare at Zhang Ruochen blazing.
In this situation, he couldn’t back out— he’d have to fight.
Emperor Ancestor Crown Prince’s gaze was icy, “Emperor Ancestor Dynasty cultivators, heed me— we strike with Xian Gongming. I refuse to believe the Blood Bee Asura King can withstand us all.”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Xian Gongming sighed in slight relief.
Led by the crown prince, Xian Gongming, Que Gonggong, and Yue Gongming— four top experts— over a dozen saint-realm cultivators attacked together.
The Blood Bee Asura King’s eyes narrowed, his form blurring. His speed was so swift even Nine-Step Saint Kings couldn’t track his movements.
“Killing Sword Path— Sword Shocks Ghosts and Gods.”
His heavy sword turned blood-red.
Above his head, a crimson cloud formed, entwining killing intent, blood qi, and battle qi.
“Boom.”
A downward slash pressed Xian Gongming’s Seven Radiances Ten Thousand Inscriptions warhammer downward, rebounding onto his own shoulder.
Unable to bear the force, Xian Gongming’s legs buckled, knees slamming into the ground and sinking deep.
Then, the Blood Bee Asura King’s sword swept horizontally, sparking across the warhammer.
“Splurch.”
Xian Gongming’s head parted from his neck, soaring into the air.
Without a glance at the bloodied head, the Blood Bee Asura King backhanded a slash, cleaving it— and the qi sea within— in two.
The Killing Sword Path effortlessly felled a Path Domain-level expert.
His combat strength, reaction speed, technique, and timing were all peerless.
A born god of slaughter, forged in war, undying through countless battles.
As the cultivators reeled in shock, the Blood Bee Asura King’s sword swung towards the Emperor Ancestor Crown Prince. Each strike aimed to kill— decisive and unrelenting.
