Four Great Saints simultaneously ascended the Life-and-Death Platform, their four boundless streams of Great Saint-level evil Raksha energy surging tumultuously towards Zhang Ruochen, manifesting four distinct visions.
One Raksha Great Saint transformed into a towering figure dozens of zhang tall, wielding a mysterious iron staff as thick as a pillar, resembling an unrivalled war god.
Another, shrouded in dense, eerie divine runes, used these runes to resist the suppression of three Eternal Daos, charging towards the Immortal Great Saint kneeling under suppression.
Yet another was a Great Saint-level Raksha woman, her figure graceful and strikingly beautiful, employing Flowing Light Speed to rush towards Emperor Moro, intent on rescuing him.
The most powerful, Moro Tiansu, who had reached the Hundred-Shackle Realm, wielded a silver-gleaming Sovereign Saint Artifact, launching an attack on Zhang Ruochen from the front.
The four Great Saints of the Moro Clan had clear roles and a meticulous plan.
Some were tasked with restraining Zhang Ruochen.
Others were responsible for the rescue.
If they could save Emperor Moro and the Immortal Great Saint, then combine the strength of six Great Saints, could they not suppress Zhang Ruochen and slaughter Blood Butcher?
“With so many Great Saints acting together, this mere Life-and-Death Platform is too small, too confining. Why not let me expand this space a bit more?”
Zhang Ruochen remained seated on the chair at the centre of the platform, stomping his right foot on the ground, instantly releasing countless spatial rules from his body, altering the natural spatial rules of the platform’s world.
The space around the platform rapidly stretched and expanded, growing ever larger.
The Great Saint-level Raksha woman was moments from reaching Emperor Moro, but in an instant, the distance between them grew further and further, until she was forcibly pulled hundreds of li away.
She was astonished, looking around.
Originally, the platform’s length and width were just over ten thousand metres.
Now, they spanned a thousand li, expanded more than a hundredfold.
The Hell Realm cultivators below the platform exclaimed in shock.
“How did Zhang Ruochen and Moro Tiansu suddenly become as tiny as grains of dust? Without Saint Eyes, I can’t even make out their figures.”
The noble woman wearing a golden silk mask said, “It’s not their bodies that have shrunk. The space within the Life-and-Death Platform has become immensely vast, evolving into a small world.”
“What, evolved into a world?”
“The platform’s size hasn’t changed, so how did it suddenly become a small world?”
Many Saint Realm cultivators of the Hell Realm were awed by Zhang Ruochen’s wondrous spatial techniques, letting out cries of amazement.
The noble woman with the golden mask added, “We’re now like people looking at a map to see a world. Only, this map before us is a real world.”
“Zhang Ruochen is right, the Life-and-Death Platform is too small. Even Saint King Realm experts fighting here would feel constrained.”
“It seems we must report to the Temple of Destiny, suggesting that the Life-and-Death Platform and all battle arenas in the Martial Combat District be inscribed with spatial runes, refined into larger small worlds.”
The surrounding Saint Realm cultivators stared at her in surprise.
To speak directly to the Temple of Destiny, who was this woman?
…
On the Life-and-Death Platform.
The powers of Zhang Ruochen’s Truth Form, Spatial Domain, and Void Time Domain, three Eternal Daos, enveloped a thousand li. The four Great Saints of the Moro Clan, upon entering, felt their powers severely suppressed.
“Swish.”
Zhang Ruochen’s left hand held the Bone Whip, suppressing Emperor Moro, while his right hand’s fingers spread, raised overhead, manipulating the spatial rules of the world, condensing them into spatial chains that wrapped towards the four Great Saints.
“Swish.”
The spatial chains sometimes materialised, like white iron chains forming lines and nets.
At other times, they merged with space, invisible and formless.
Three Immortal Great Saints mobilised their full strength to battle the spatial chains, managing to hold them off, but unable to advance further.
Moro Tiansu glared at Zhang Ruochen, seated on the chair, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent.
Facing the siege of four Great Saints, Zhang Ruochen hadn’t even stood to meet them, as if toying with them. How would this scene appear to the Hell Realm Saint Realm cultivators watching? What would they think of the Moro Clan?
Fight to the death!
“Everyone, give it your all, unleash your strongest power, break Zhang Ruochen’s suppression of the three Eternal Daos.”
After shouting this, Moro Tiansu gripped his Sovereign Saint Artifact-level strange blade with both hands, activating all 160,000 king-level inscriptions within the blade.
“Crackle.”
Thousands of silver lightning bolts centred on the strange blade, coursing through the spatial world.
“Space Split.”
A single slash aimed at Zhang Ruochen at the platform’s centre.
Moro Tiansu’s Space Split wasn’t spatial power but the Seventh-Grade Blade Dao Saint Intent—Space Split Saint Intent.
At a certain level, blade techniques could also shatter space.
Moro Tiansu combined blade technique and Saint Intent into one, unleashing his strongest strike, instantly snapping spatial chains like paper, breaking inch by inch.
The other three Immortal Great Saints launched full-force attacks from three different directions, pressuring Zhang Ruochen, aiding Moro Tiansu to break his three Eternal Daos.
“Such power from combining blade technique and Saint Intent.”
Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised, sensing that Moro Tiansu’s strike was slicing through his Truth Form, Spatial Domain, and Void Time Domain, rapidly approaching him.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen’s gaze finally fixed on Moro Tiansu, acknowledging him for the first time.
“Swish.”
Zhang Ruochen flicked his sleeve.
From the sleeve flew countless light specks.
Those specks converged into a river, flowing towards Moro Tiansu.
Only a Great Saint’s Saint Eyes could discern that these specks were time marks, forming a River of Time.
Struck by the River of Time, the speed of Moro Tiansu’s blade light slowed drastically, moving as sluggishly as a snail, uncertain when it would reach Zhang Ruochen.
Yet the River of Time’s flow accelerated, reaching Moro Tiansu.
“Careful, don’t let the River of Time touch your body, or your lifespan will plummet, and even an Immortal Saint Body will weaken.”
An Immortal Great Saint versed in the Dao of Time rushed before Moro Tiansu, casting dozens of jade talismans towards the River of God.
Those talismans emitted a strange power, freezing the River of God in space.
Zhang Ruochen beckoned with one hand, and the River of Time flew back, condensing in mid-air into a clock over ten metres tall.
“Not good, it’s the Time Flood Bell.”
The Immortal Great Saint versed in time paled, grabbing Moro Tiansu to flee. But turning, he saw a black light curtain woven with divine runes behind them.
“Damn, this is the Life-and-Death Platform.”
His face paled further, and he frantically poured his evil Raksha qi’ into the dozens of jade talismans in mid-air.
Outside, with their Great Saint cultivation, they could at least escape Zhang Ruochen if they couldn’t win.
On the Life-and-Death Platform, there was no escape.
Easy to ascend, hard to leave.
Zhang Ruochen flicked a finger, striking the Time Flood Bell.
The bell vibrated, not with a loud sound, but with ripples of time rippling outward like waves, surging in all directions.
“Boom.”
The dozens of jade talismans in mid-air shattered, turning to dust.
Moro Tiansu and the time-versed Immortal Great Saint bore the brunt, struck by the time ripples, their bodies shuddering as their lifespans drained rapidly.
They tried to muster power to resist the ripples, but their movements were sluggish, taking ages to even lift an arm.
“Damn it, has time sped up or slowed down? What kind of trick is Zhang Ruochen using?” Moro Tiansu felt utter torment.
Facing a spacetime controller was maddeningly difficult.
It was as if only Zhang Ruochen could attack him, while he could never reach Zhang Ruochen.
Looking up, Moro Tiansu saw the blade he’d unleashed, infused with Space Split Saint Intent, originally devastatingly powerful. Yet now, it was still over ten metres from Zhang Ruochen, uncertain when it would land.
“Swish.”
Zhang Ruochen’s Bone Whip lashed out, ensnaring Moro Tiansu and the time-versed Immortal Great Saint, stringing them with Emperor Moro.
Seeming tired of playing, Zhang Ruochen stood from the chair, summoned the Abyss Ancient Sword, and walked towards the Raksha Great Saint woman and the Immortal Great Saint wielding the mysterious iron staff.
As he rose, the time in the surrounding space normalised.
The blade Moro Tiansu had unleashed now sped forward, its qi slashing towards the kneeling Immortal Great Saint.
Seeing the blade qi infused with Space Split Saint Intent, the Great Saint paled in terror, crying, “No…”
“Pfft.”
The blade qi tore through his Immortal Saint Body, severing half his body, which flew away.
Seeing this, the three Great Saints bound by the Bone Whip gnashed their teeth, roaring in fury.
Each burned their Saint Blood, struggling to break free from the Bone Whip for a final battle with Zhang Ruochen.
But burning Saint Blood was futile. The Bone Whip’s supreme power surged, turning into blood-red lightning, nearly knocking them unconscious.
The Abyss Ancient Sword, having refined countless Saint Artifacts, held 250,000 king-level inscriptions.
It was one step from the Second Sovereign Heavenly Tribulation.
However, the sword’s spirit needed more time to prepare for the tribulation, or it would have already become a Binary Sovereign Saint Artifact.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen approach with the sword, the two Moro Clan Immortal Great Saints’ faces turned grim, deeply regretting ascending the platform.
Now caught in a dilemma, they could only fight to the death.
“Burn my Great Saint Blood.”
The Immortal Great Saint, towering dozens of zhang, burned his blood, transforming into a flame giant, even larger, wielding the mysterious iron staff with both hands, smashing it towards Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen extended one hand, forming a giant handprint, effortlessly catching the staff.
“Burning Great Saint Blood raised your power to the Hundred-Shackle Realm, but it’s still far from enough.”
With a twist, the mysterious iron staff in the Great Saint’s hands turned into a black needle, resting in Zhang Ruochen’s palm.
In the moment of the opponent’s shock, Zhang Ruochen slashed out.
The sword crossed the void, appearing above the Great Saint’s head, striking heavily.
“Boom.”
Blood gushed from the Great Saint’s head, and his massive Saint Body collapsed forward.
The next moment, the Bone Whip ensnared him, binding him.
Finally, Zhang Ruochen’s gaze turned to the Raksha Great Saint woman.
She snorted coldly, “Even if I die, I won’t fall into your hands to be humiliated. Zhang Ruochen, let’s perish together!”
She channelled her evil Raksha qi towards the Saint Source in her qi sea.
Seeing this, the Saint Realm cultivators around the platform showed fear, retreating rapidly, recognising her intent to detonate her Saint Source.
An Immortal Great Saint’s Saint Source explosion could threaten even a Thousand-Question Realm Great Saint.
Despite the platform’s divine rune barriers, they felt uneasy.
“Detonating your Saint Source before me is useless.”
Zhang Ruochen’s voice sounded in her ear.
Her face paled, turning to see Zhang Ruochen’s face up close, standing beside her, inches away.
“Slap.”
Zhang Ruochen struck her forehead, dispersing her Great Saint evil Raksha qi.
The Saint Source detonation failed.
Moments later, Zhang Ruochen sat back on the chair, using the Bone Whip to bind all six Moro Clan Great Saints, suppressing them with the three Eternal Daos, forcing them to kneel.
“Emperor Moro, if you don’t speak and answer my questions, I’ll let all six of your clan’s Great Saints perish on this platform,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Emperor Moro’s eyes blazed with killing intent, “Great Saints can be killed but not humiliated, that’s the Hell Realm’s rule. You’ve broken it, and you’ll face the entire Raksha Clan’s retribution. How many can you fight?”
“What Hell Realm rule? I only believe in the law of the strong devouring the weak,” Zhang Ruochen said calmly.
Moro Tiansu, kneeling, groaned in pain, “If you want to kill our clan’s Great Saints, go ahead. I believe it won’t be long before you die worse than us.”
“Really?”
Zhang Ruochen scanned the surrounding Hell Realm cultivators, saying, “Whoever wants to kill me, come up to the Life-and-Death Platform. I’ll give you the chance.”
Below, countless Hell Realm cultivators wanted Zhang Ruochen dead.
But he was too powerful, defeating Emperor Moro and easily suppressing five Moro Clan Great Saints. Even Hundred-Shackle Realm peak experts dared not ascend lightly.
“The platform’s limited space gives Zhang Ruochen too great an advantage. Even a peak Hundred-Shackle Realm cultivator has no sure victory,” Xu said.
Yan said, “Seventh Brother, Zhang Ruochen is so arrogant and domineering, why not go up and deal with him?”
Xu smiled, “By publicly humiliating six Raksha Great Saints, Zhang Ruochen will surely provoke the entire Raksha Clan’s ire. Would those peak Hundred-Shackle Realm Rakshas sit idly by?”
Yan realised, “I understand! We don’t need to step in now, we can watch the tigers fight.”
Xu crossed his arms, “I’m curious about those Raksha experts’ strength. Perhaps Zhang Ruochen can test their depths and trump cards for me.”
Seeing no one ascend, Zhang Ruochen said, “Anyone interested in their Great Saint Blood? Also, their hearts, bones, flesh… all can be bought. Name the part, I’ll cut it. Name the weight, I’ll slice it.”
Some cultivators were tempted, but none dared speak.
Suddenly, a familiar laugh rang out, “Zhang Ruochen, you’re running a fine business, turning the Life-and-Death Platform into a slaughterhouse. Since no one dares buy, I’ll take your offer. I, Blood Demon, will take all the blood of the Moro Clan’s six Great Saints!”
