Impacted by a tremendous force, the entire sea realm world boiled, with spatial rifts appearing everywhere, a terrifying sight, as if on the verge of collapse.
“Strike together, we absolutely cannot let Zhang Ruochen escape,” Tian Ling shouted loudly.
As he spoke, he extended a hand, and overwhelming blood energy surged, condensing into an extremely eerie blood light, containing dozens of holy path rules, with astonishing destructive power.
As a powerhouse of the Blood War Temple, Tian Ling cultivated the renowned *Blood Martial War Diagram* from the *Taiyi Divine Technique List*. Having once reached the Great Saint realm, he could wield various mysterious and powerful holy techniques with ease.
Behind Tian Ling stood seventeen figures, all Saint Kings of the ninth heaven from the Blood War Temple, their auras erupting like seventeen holy mountains, each exhaling like dragons, their breaths like tsunamis.
Zhang Ruochen had repeatedly opposed the Blood War Temple, even humiliating Jia Tianxia in the Truth Heavenly Domain.
To deal with him, the Blood War Temple had deployed its top powerhouses this time, determined to ensure Zhang Ruochen’s utter destruction, both body and soul.
At this moment, the seventeen Saint Kings of the ninth heaven attacked alongside Tian Ling, some unleashing powerful holy techniques that turned into beams of light and lightning. Others activated ancient Great Saint artifacts, unleashing waves of potent energy imbued with the aura of Great Saints.
Each gave their all, holding nothing back.
Holy energy surged, and holy path rules danced across the sky, causing the entire Ziwei Palace to tremble violently. The space seemed on the verge of collapsing under the force erupting from them.
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On the other side, ten angel tribe powerhouses clad in holy robes, each holding a staff, closed their eyes and gripped their staffs tightly.
From the staffs, strands of blood-red light filaments surged, intertwining and combining their powers to form an extremely mysterious battle array.
Billions of holy path rules wove together, condensing into a divine figure a thousand zhang tall.
The divine figure seized a dark red divine spear and, with a wave, unleashed peerless sharpness, a force capable of tearing apart an Immortal Great Saint, rushing into the world within Yin Yuanchen’s palm.
These ten angel tribe powerhouses came from the Blood Sea Hidden Heaven Temple, meticulously trained as Blood-Clothed Angels.
The Blood Sea Hidden Heaven Temple was an ancient temple in the Heaven Realm, ranked among the top five.
It was rumoured that Jia Tianxia had trained in the Blood Sea Hidden Heaven Temple and, after achieving divinity, left to establish the Blood War Temple.
Because of this, the relationship between the Blood War Temple and the Blood Sea Hidden Heaven Temple was very close.
In fact, the *Blood Martial War Diagram* originated from the Blood Sea Hidden Heaven Temple, said to have been created by its founder, “Hidden Heaven,” with profound mysteries and supreme dominance.
At the same time, other powerhouses also took action, including those from the Light Temple, Titan Temple, Elf Temple, and more, none falling behind.
“Rumble.”
Waves of power, ferocious and unparalleled.
These forces, if unleashed in a ruin world, would be enough to destroy it.
Young Master Yaotian’s eyes gleamed with ferocity as he waved his hand, sending a black-and-white array diagram into the sea realm world.
Vast lunar and solar forces surged from Young Master Yaotian’s body, continuously pouring into the array diagram.
Instantly, the array diagram radiated black-and-white holy light, transforming into an enormous Yin-Yang Taiji array seal, with the eight trigrams arranged around it, suppressing heaven and earth.
Young Master Yaotian possessed astonishing talent, cultivating both lunar and solar forces and being a prodigy in array techniques, having long become an Earth Array Master.
Compared to others, Young Master Yaotian desired Zhang Ruochen’s death even more, as it would remove the obstacle to obtaining the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady.
Zhang Ruochen and A Le stood side by side, looking up at the sky.
The two stood on the sea’s surface, calmly watching the holy techniques, artifacts, talismans, and arrays falling like countless dazzling suns, rapidly crashing towards them.
The entire world grew increasingly oppressive.
The scene was like the end of days.
“True Spatial Domain.”
“Truth Realm Form.”
At Zhang Ruochen’s feet, the entire sea’s waters surged violently.
Standing atop a ten-thousand-zhang wave, he spread his hands, and the light of the five elements’ chaos illuminated heaven and earth, the five elements’ chaotic energy filling the sea realm. Brilliant stars appeared within the chaotic energy, transforming the sea into a starry sky.
A boundless starry sky.
“Rumble.”
When the two forces collided, they produced a terrifying impact, making the entire sea realm seem to invert.
Yin Yuanchen’s arm trembled violently, cracks appearing as vast amounts of holy blood flowed out.
With so many powerhouses attacking together, the force was too overwhelming.
Even with his cultivation, he could barely withstand it.
Fortunately, he was strong enough to hold on; any other Saint King would have been crushed to dust long ago.
Yin Yuanchen’s eyes turned red, enduring the pain with all his might, thinking that as long as he could kill Zhang Ruochen, this pain was nothing.
The Heaven Realm had deployed too many experts. Even with Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation at its peak, his True Spatial Domain and Truth Realm Form were pierced, failing to fully block the attacks, some of which landed on the two of them.
Yet, they managed to withstand the first wave of attacks. Seizing a brief moment, Zhang Ruochen took out the *Secret Tome of Time and Space*, sat cross-legged like a scholar, and began flipping through its pages.
With each page turned, the space of the sea realm world trembled.
Simultaneously, another blood mark appeared on Yin Yuanchen’s arm, even accompanied by the sound of breaking bones.
“A Le, get ready.”
With a light remark, Zhang Ruochen flipped to the page recording “Spatial Tide” with two fingers and fanned the page.
“Rumble.”
Originally Zhang Ruochen’s spatial power, amplified by the *Secret Tome of Time and Space*, the Spatial Tide became terrifyingly powerful, churning the sea realm world upside down, creating countless spatial rifts and collapses, all surging in one direction.
A Le stood beside Zhang Ruochen, upright, holding his sword with both hands, eyes closed, sensing the fluctuations of this world.
At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, his aura becoming incomparably sharp. He soared into the sky, his iron sword striking like lightning.
“Swish—”
This sword, like a fleeting shadow, was unstoppable, like a meteor piercing the sky.
The world membrane of the sea realm was torn open.
“Not good.”
Yin Yuanchen’s expression changed drastically.
The sea realm’s world membrane was extremely sturdy, difficult even for a Great Saint to break. But under the impact of the Spatial Tide, weak points appeared.
The moment those weak points emerged, A Le seized the opportunity, piercing through with a single sword.
“Swish.”
Zhang Ruochen and A Le, in perfect coordination, flashed out through the torn opening.
The Heaven Realm faction’s powerhouses reacted swiftly, dispersing to surround Zhang Ruochen and A Le from all sides.
Despite witnessing Zhang Ruochen’s strength, they were not afraid. The Heaven Realm faction was well-prepared and unafraid of Zhang Ruochen.
The only difference was the cost they would pay.
One-on-one, no one was Zhang Ruochen’s match.
But one against ten, a hundred, or a thousand?
To challenge the Heaven Realm, even ten Zhang Ruochens would perish.
“Where is the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady? Where is Chi Kongle?”
Zhang Ruochen scanned his surroundings, his killing intent surging, like a god of death descending.
No one dared meet his gaze.
With so many Heaven Realm powerhouses appearing in Ziwei Palace, Zhang Ruochen felt an ominous premonition, his heart unsettled.
At this moment, anyone who dared block him would face his wrath, slaying gods and buddhas alike.
“They’ve already been suppressed, of course. If you surrender obediently, I can let you see them immediately,” laughed Bing Tong, leader of the Soul Realm.
Bing Tong’s words, instead, brought Zhang Ruochen some relief.
If the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady and Chi Kongle had truly been captured, they would have been brought before him by now to threaten him.
Young Master Yaotian said gravely, “Zhang Ruochen, you’re truly foolish. A mere Saint King daring to offend so many great worlds—you’re digging your own grave. No one can save you.”
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze locked onto Young Master Yaotian, a cold glint in his eyes. “Considering you’re a descendant of the Nine Radiance Divine Lord, I’ve been giving you chances, intending to spare you. But you’ve chosen to side with the Heaven Realm. Do you know this is a path to death?”
“Zhang Ruochen, you’re too arrogant, thinking you’re invincible? I didn’t want to get involved, but you shouldn’t have meddled in my affairs. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady is destined to marry me, but sadly, you won’t live to see that day,” Young Master Yaotian sneered.
If Zhang Ruochen hadn’t been an obstacle to obtaining the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, Young Master Yaotian would have preferred to stay out of this.
After all, the Tianquan Great World had always remained relatively neutral, with little entanglement with the Heaven Realm.
Young Master Yaotian’s actions this time went against the main will of the Tianquan Great World.
A Le scanned the surroundings, saying little. “How do we kill?”
Zhang Ruochen replied, “Since they’re here, none shall leave. Wipe out the Heaven Realm faction’s Saint King realm powerhouses, cut off their generation.”
“Then we kill through.”
A Le radiated overwhelming killing intent, almost tangible.
Behind him, his eyes grew increasingly solid, and those gazed upon felt a chill down their spines, as if stared at by the god of death.
“Pfft.”
Before the Heaven Realm faction’s cultivators could react, a ninth-step Saint King had his brow pierced by A Le’s sword, his head exploding, his holy soul extinguished.
By the time they reacted, a second ninth-step Saint King had his head severed by A Le’s sword.
The killing intent in the sword severed all life force in his body, turning it into a lifeless husk. Even a ninth-step Saint King’s vitality couldn’t regenerate a severed head.
He Lian Wusheng felt a chill in his heart. As a fellow assassin, he had been renowned far longer than A Le. Yet, A Le’s speed, killing intent, and swordsmanship instilled fear in him.
He finally understood why the Heavenly Assassination Organisation listed A Le as a must-kill target.
This youth was indeed terrifying, his growth speed beyond imagination. If not stopped, he might become a fearsome god of assassination in the near future.
At that time, A Le would undoubtedly be a grave threat to the Heavenly Assassination Organisation.
“The only ones dying in Ziwei Palace today are you two.”
Tian Ling’s eyes were cold as he decisively attacked.
He had received news that the Blood War Temple’s ancestor, Jia Tianxia, had suffered greatly because of Zhang Ruochen. With so many old and new grudges, it was time for a reckoning.
Tian Ling had once cultivated to the peak of the Immortal realm, and not as a weak Immortal Great Saint. Even as a “fallen realm” cultivator, his strength remained formidable, and he feared Zhang Ruochen not at all.
The wounds on Yin Yuanchen’s arm healed rapidly, his long hair flowing, his aura rising steadily. Vast amounts of ancient, destructive death energy emanated from him. “Zhang Ruochen, besides Yan Wushen, I’m the one under the Great Saint realm.”
He had waited too long, finally seizing the chance to change his fate. No matter what, Zhang Ruochen had to die, ideally by his own hand.
A towering figure emerged behind Yin Yuanchen, its skin grey-white, eyes hollow, exuding intense death energy and immense divine power—a divine corpse.
Anyone could see that this figure bore a striking resemblance to Yin Yuanchen, as if carved from the same mould.
Seeing this, Zhang Ruochen instantly deduced its identity—likely Yin Yuanchen’s father.
He never imagined that Yin Yuanchen not only fed his father’s divine blood to gu worms but also controlled his divine corpse with sinister means, utterly deranged.
Even with Zhang Ruochen’s steady mindset, this sight sparked anger. He couldn’t fathom how twisted Yin Yuanchen’s psyche had become.
“What are you waiting for? Suppress them both!”
Tian Ling shouted, his six blood wings unfurling like six blood clouds, capable of blotting out the sky.
Visible on these six wings were countless holy path rules, fully mobilizing the rules and holy energy of heaven and earth.
A vast holy might radiated from Tian Ling, shaking the nine heavens and the netherworld, as if he were the sole existence in this world.
“Rumble.”
Zhang Ruochen struck with a palm, a shadow of a divine dragon and ancient elephant appearing, dispersing Tian Ling’s holy energy and slamming him to the ground.
With a single strike, he was gravely injured, spitting blood, his holy body nearly shattering.
“How is this possible… I was once a Great Saint…” Tian Ling’s face was full of shock.
“Even if you hadn’t fallen, I’d still slay you.”
Zhang Ruochen stomped down, crushing Tian Ling’s head into blood and mud, like a ball bursting.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen’s gaze turned to the depths of Ziwei Palace, his mental power sensing battle fluctuations, ready to rush over.
“Zhang Ruochen, you can’t leave. Stay!”
In front of him, six figures suddenly grew to a hundred zhang tall, each extending a giant hand to strike at Zhang Ruochen.
The Titan tribe, a top-ten super race in the Heaven Realm, had established the Titan Temple with astonishing heritage.
The six who attacked were the Titan Temple’s meticulously trained Titan Six Divine Generals, each immensely powerful and invincible together.
On another side, nine human-like cultivators acted together, using divine blood to draw a complex talisman.
Once formed, the talisman changed the heavens, an aura of world-destroying power spreading.
They came from the Heavenly Talisman Temple, a fearsome temple renowned for talisman techniques, mastering the most profound talisman heritage, capable of suppressing worlds.
The Light Temple’s Twelve Judgment Envoys rallied, unleashing vast holy light power, fully activating the Twelve Judgment Swords, with over a million supreme inscriptions appearing, supreme power surging endlessly.
As the dominant world of the Western Universe, the Heaven Realm had seized vast cultivation resources from the Heavenly Court over the past hundred thousand years, producing countless powerhouses.
Temples and tribes had nurtured many geniuses, many with the potential to become gods, unmatched by other great worlds.
“Those who block me die.”
Facing the overwhelming attacks, Zhang Ruochen raised his right hand overhead, sword path rules and five elements rules surging, combining with sword intent and five elements chaotic energy to form five holy swords of different colours, each a hundred zhang long, radiating peerless sharpness, their powers interconnected, forming a unified whole.
“Clang.”
The five holy swords slashed simultaneously, their sword energy piercing the heavens, as if to cut down the stars.
Meanwhile, A Le moved like a ghost, darting to the side, targeting He Lian Wusheng of the Heavenly Assassination Organisation. He had noticed He Lian Wusheng lurking at the battlefield’s edge, seemingly preparing a sneak attack on Zhang Ruochen.
“I didn’t come for you, yet you deliver yourself.”
He Lian Wusheng snorted, using the Way of Shadow, his figure flickering in and out, elusive.
Simultaneously, he released four death envoys, each at the ninth-step Saint King realm, coordinating to surround and kill A Le.
Killing A Le himself would earn him great merit, and the Heavenly Assassination Organisation would surely reward him handsomely.
“Bang.”
The divine corpse controlled by Yin Yuanchen had its divine power shattered, retreating rapidly and crashing into a pavilion.
Fortunately, Ziwei Palace was fortified with numerous arrangements and imbued with divine power, making its structures nearly indestructible.
The sword array of the Twelve Judgment Swords collapsed instantly, sword energy scattering and injuring Heaven Realm faction powerhouses.
The Titan Six Divine Generals were cut in half, blood gushing from their bodies despite the powerful divine inscriptions on them, unable to withstand Zhang Ruochen’s swords.
A torrential blood rain fell in Ziwei Palace.
The talisman drawn by the nine Heavenly Talisman Temple powerhouses also failed to withstand the holy swords, shattering instantly.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Three more powerhouses were struck head-on by the fierce sword energy, their bodies exploding, dead on the spot.
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In the blink of an eye, over ten Heaven Realm faction powerhouses fell, with even more injured.
“Is he really still a Saint King? How can he be this powerful? He’s unstoppable.”
The Heaven Realm faction’s powerhouses trembled in fear.
“Ah…”
Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out.
The Heaven Realm faction’s powerhouses turned, witnessing a chilling scene.
A Le, wielding his iron sword, severed He Lian Wusheng’s arms, then pierced his brow with a single strike.
He Lian Wusheng’s mask had shattered, revealing a pale face filled with despair and unwillingness.
Nearby, his four death envoys had all been slain, their holy blood pooling on the ground.
Seeing this, many gasped in shock. They knew He Lian Wusheng’s strength, yet he was killed so easily.
Assassins were not only fearsome in attack but also adept at survival, enabling them to escape after a kill.
