Blood Demon had returned to the Hell Realm from the Kunlun Realm’s Battlefield of Merits alongside Blood Empress, Zhang Ruochen, and others.
However, he belonged to the Demonic Heaven Tribe.
In the Hell Realm, Blood Demon was relatively unknown, recognised by few cultivators. Yet in the Kunlun Realm, he was renowned, having cultivated all nine Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions, his combat strength in the same realm rivalling that of Blood Empress.
As a Saint King, he could contend with Yan Wushen’s benevolent clone.
Now, having broken through to the Great Saint Realm, he strode beneath the Life-and-Death Platform with the gait of a dragon and tiger, his saintly aura intimidating the surrounding cultivators, who parted to make way.
“He dares to buy the blood of six Great Saints, isn’t he afraid of offending the Moro Clan?”
“Who is this guy?”
“Blood Demon? Never heard of him.”
…
The Hell Realm cultivators buzzed with discussion.
Blood Demon waved his hand, and ten radiant divine stones, wrapped in blood fiend qi, flew onto the platform, hovering before Zhang Ruochen.
“Ten divine stones, that should be enough to buy their Great Saint Blood, right?” Blood Demon said.
“Enough, of course it’s enough.”
Zhang Ruochen collected the ten divine stones into his spatial ring, then looked at Blood Butcher, “Release nine-tenths of their Great Saint Blood, preserve it carefully, and hand it to Blood Demon.”
Great Saint Blood could be sold more than once, and ten divine stones was a fair price.
As long as the six Moro Clan Great Saints didn’t die, they could continuously produce new Great Saint Blood.
This was far more profitable than a one-off deal like selling a fief.
“Just one sale for ten divine stones.”
Blood Butcher licked his lips, eyes gleaming, thinking Zhang Ruochen was a genius for devising such a deal, no wonder he was so wealthy.
“Fresh Great Saint Blood is invaluable to the Immortal Blood Clan. Consuming the blood of six Great Saints is like absorbing their cultivation, allowing Blood Demon’s strength to surge rapidly in a short time.”
“He really dares to sell Great Saint Blood, isn’t there a powerhouse to intervene?”
“It’s strange, during this Huntian Feast, Entropy Divine Kingdom sent Thousand-Question and Myriad-Death Realm powerhouses to Hanye City Domain. Why haven’t they acted?”
…
All the Hell Realm cultivators felt something odd about this.
Logically, with such an insult to Great Saints, Entropy Divine Kingdom and the Moro Clan wouldn’t tolerate it. Even if cultivators below the Thousand-Question Realm couldn’t defeat Zhang Ruochen, why had the Thousand-Question Realm Great Saints vanished?
“Stop.”
As Blood Butcher prepared to act, Great Saint Yixuan and Gu Chenzi of the Blood Heaven Trio arrived, transforming into two beams of saintly light, rushing onto the platform.
Seeing the six kneeling Moro Clan Great Saints, both felt a headache, thinking Zhang Ruochen and Blood Butcher were outrageously bold, fearless of anything, daring to do anything.
Did they think they had too few enemies?
Gu Chenzi said, “Enough, there’s no need to keep humiliating them. They’re Great Saints, leave them some dignity.”
Great Saint Yixuan nodded, advising, “I’ve looked into this matter, and Emperor Moro was indeed in the wrong first. But he and the Moro Clan Great Saints have paid their price. Calm down and let them go this once.”
Due to Zhang Ruochen, the Blood Heaven Tribe had become a target at this Huntian Feast, putting immense pressure on Yixuan and Gu Chenzi.
If Zhang Ruochen continued acting so brazenly, disregarding the Hell Realm’s unspoken rules, he’d surely provoke widespread anger.
Zhang Ruochen understood their concerns but had his own thoughts.
If he let enemies who schemed against him go easily, wouldn’t more enemies plot against him in the future?
“Do you know how Emperor Moro described you two?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Curious, Great Saint Yixuan asked, “What do you mean?”
Zhang Ruochen said, “Emperor Moro called the Blood Heaven Trio three pieces of trash.”
“Exactly, I can confirm he said that,” Blood Butcher quickly chimed in.
Since he was already on Zhang Ruochen’s pirate ship, he’d drag two more aboard if possible.
Yixuan and Gu Chenzi had come to mediate, but hearing this, their faces darkened, their gazes turning icy.
They were top-tier prodigies, overlords in the Great Saint Realm with potential to become gods. If they were called trash by Emperor Moro and still saved him, how would the world’s cultivators view them?
Yixuan and Gu Chenzi wanted to avoid trouble, not fear it.
Yixuan cleared his throat, “How much for Emperor Moro’s Great Saint Heart? If we dig it out and refine it into a pill, it might help me break ten shackles.”
Gu Chenzi added, “Sell me a share of Emperor Moro’s Great Saint Blood and Heart too.”
Blood Butcher licked his lips, tempted.
The six Great Saints were treasures. Drinking their blood daily would surely let him reach the Immortal Realm’s peak quickly.
Holding the Qixin Battle Axe, Blood Butcher approached Emperor Moro.
Even the defiant Emperor Moro showed a flicker of fear, wishing to die on the spot rather than endure such humiliationRom Zhang Ruochen, “You still won’t talk? If you tell me where the owner of the spatial jade bracelet is, I’ll give you a dignified death.”
“I have the heart of a god, unyielding. I’ll never submit to you,” Emperor Moro said.
Zhang Ruochen frowned, regretting his earlier words about “having the heart of a god, unyielding,” meant to prevent Emperor Moro’s suicide.
Now, it was his excuse to stay defiant.
“Senior Brother, don’t waste words. Drain his blood a few times, and he’ll behave.”
Blood Butcher raised the Qixin Battle Axe to cut Emperor Moro’s veins, but as he lifted it, his body froze, as if locked in place.
Zhang Ruochen sensed something amiss, his gaze shifting to the platform’s edge.
A tall Raksha Clan man stepped through the black light curtain, approaching slowly.
Raksha men were typically grotesque, but this one was ruggedly handsome, a top-tier beauty among the Raksha Clan.
His emanating power had immobilised Blood Butcher.
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The five Moro Clan Great Saints, seeing the man arrive, showed joy. Only Emperor Moro, eyes full of shame, kept his head down, avoiding his gaze.
Yixuan and Gu Chenzi’s faces grew solemn, wary of the Raksha man.
He said, “Zhang Ruochen, you’ve vented enough. Give this prince some face, end this today, and release them. How about it?”
Zhang Ruochen sensed extreme danger from him, saying, “To release them, your face needs to be big enough.”
Yixuan sent a mental message, “He’s Luo Shengtian, prince of the Raksha Clan’s top Divine Kingdom, Tianluo Divine Kingdom, called the Divine Prince, reputed as the strongest below the Thousand-Question Realm. Since he’s stepped in, do him a favour.”
Gu Chenzi added, “Luo Shengtian isn’t like Emperor Moro. If you can avoid making him an enemy, don’t.”
The Hell Realm cultivators below boiled with excitement.
“Luo Shengtian is invincible in his realm. With his peak Hundred-Shackle Realm cultivation, if Zhang Ruochen doesn’t yield, he’ll suffer greatly.”
“The six Great Saints of Entropy Divine Kingdom shamed the Raksha Clan. Who’d have thought the Divine Prince would step in to restore their dignity?”
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After a long stare-down, Luo Shengtian smiled, “Fine, you want to see how big my face is? I’ll give you that chance.”
“Swish.”
Ten bone wings unfurled from Luo Shengtian’s back, releasing ten overwhelming forces that swirled around him.
Like the Immortal Blood Clan’s blood wings, ordinary Great Saints had six bone wings.
Cultivating ten in the Hundred-Shackle Realm marked an extraordinary talent.
Zhang Ruochen felt his Truth Form, Spatial Domain, and Void Time Domain tremble, quickly mustering stronger power to stabilise the three Eternal Daos.
“Sizzle.”
Luo Shengtian’s pupils sparked with fiery threads.
Facing him, Zhang Ruochen felt the world shift, pulled into a boundless dark cosmos. Luo Shengtian’s pupils shone like twin stars, exuding domineering, heavy might.
Before them, Zhang Ruochen’s body felt as small as dust.
“Break.”
Using the Heart of Truth, Zhang Ruochen shattered the illusion, returning to the platform.
At that moment, two light shuttles shot from Luo Shengtian’s pupils, tearing through the Truth Form, Spatial Domain, and Void Time Domain, fragmenting them.
Zhang Ruochen summoned the Hidden Mountain Demonic Mirror, clashing with the shuttles.
“Rumble.”
The space quaked, sending Yixuan and Gu Chenzi flying back, crashing into the black light curtain.
The platform, once a thousand li wide, collapsed back to a ten-thousand-metre battle arena.
Zhang Ruochen retreated seven steps, then stood firm.
Luo Shengtian’s pupils normalised, his demeanour calm again.
“These eyes are innate divine eyes, later refined with two living god-seat planets, holding the power of twin stars. Is their face big enough?” Luo Shengtian said, pointing to his eyes.
Zhang Ruochen replied, “When a god falls, their god-seat planet dies. Only a living god keeps it active. How did you refine two living god-seat planets into your eyes?”
A melodious female voice rang out on the platform.
“Simple. The owners of those planets are alive, just prisoners of Tianluo Divine Kingdom, their connection to the planets severed.”
Zhang Ruochen looked towards the voice, seeing a stunningly beautiful Raksha woman approach gracefully.
She stood nearly six feet tall, wearing a divine crystal crown, her hair flowing like silk, dressed in pale green saintly robes, her face breathtaking, her bearing noble and elegant.
Noticing Zhang Ruochen’s gaze, Luo Ji’s仙眸 blinked, exuding captivating charm.
Her maid, Yao Li, followed, pale and trembling.
Luo Shengtian stood tall, hands behind his back, “Zhang Ruochen, you may be unmatched in the Immortal Realm, perhaps even against Yan Wushen. But the Hell Realm is full of hidden talents. In the Hundred-Shackle Realm, some can defeat you.”
“This is the Life-and-Death Platform. If you kill the six Moro Clan Great Saints, I won’t interfere. If you capture and force them to kneel, I won’t either.”
“But there’s a line. Cross it, and you shame the entire Raksha Clan. I won’t stand by.”
Unfazed by Luo Shengtian’s strength, Zhang Ruochen said, “Trouble is, I’d like to give the Divine Prince face, but Emperor Moro crossed my line. He’s despicable, luring me here to kill me, threatening me with my woman. How can I let him go?”
He added, “Besides, I’ve taken the deposit. Their Great Saint Blood must be taken.”
Luo Shengtian’s eyes flared with anger, fiery threads reappearing.
In the Hell Realm, no one dared deny him face.
“Brother, let me handle this?” Luo Ji touched her chin, smiling lightly.
Luo Shengtian knew of Luo Ji’s feud with Zhang Ruochen. His brilliant sister had clashed with him from the Ancestral Spirit Realm to the Truth Heavenly Domain and Kunlun Realm’s battlefield, forming a life-and-death enmity.
Enemies meeting, eyes blazing.
She likely wanted to use this chance to kill Zhang Ruochen.
Luo Shengtian sent a mental message, “This time, I can’t help you. Father hinted that Zhang Ruochen can’t be killed now. The gods intend to hone him into a blade against the Hell Realm’s new generation of Great Saints. All Thousand-Question Realm and above Great Saints have been warned not to act against him.”
Luo Ji, sharp as ever, understood much, “So Zhang Ruochen is untouchable now?”
“Not quite. It depends on whether he’s fit to be that blade. If a Great Saint below Thousand-Question kills him, it proves he’s useless to the Hell Realm, unworthy of being the gods’ blade. Also, they’re testing his loyalty to the Hell Realm.”
Luo Ji asked, “Brother, can you kill him?”
“Defeating him isn’t hard. But as a spacetime controller, his escape skills are unmatched. Killing him alone is tough.”
Luo Shengtian added, “If you want him dead, I can rally the other two peak Hundred-Shackle Realm Raksha experts to ensure his soul scatters. Eating his flesh, drinking his blood—it’s not impossible.”
Luo Ji, startled, quickly stopped him, “No, Brother, no need to go all out. Zhang Ruochen has enemies everywhere in the Hell Realm; someone will deal with him.”
“You’ve been humiliated by Zhang Ruochen repeatedly, yet you suppress your hatred and think rationally. Truly the brain of our royal clan, remarkably calm,” Luo Shengtian praised.
Zhang Ruochen knew Luo Ji held high status in the Hell Realm but hadn’t realised she was the Divine Prince’s sister.
Luo Ji circled him halfway, her beautiful eyes wide, smiling, “Don’t you hate Hell Realm cultivators most? How did you become one of us?”
Zhang Ruochen, stone-faced, didn’t answer, “Luo Ji, that maid who lured me here is your subordinate, right? Planning to kill me, have you considered the cost?”
Luo Ji didn’t reply, “You said Emperor Moro threatened you with your woman. Who is she?”
Zhang Ruochen’s patience was spent, a small spatial vortex forming between his right hand’s fingers.
Nearby, Luo Shengtian began gathering power.
Sensing a fight brewing, Luo Ji felt bored, thinking, “I need to lure Zhang Ruochen off the platform first.”
Done toying with him, Luo Ji waved her sleeve, turning to leave, “This isn’t the place to talk. Want to know about Mu Lingxi? Follow me. Let the six Moro Great Saints live. You should know what’s more important. Killing them does you more harm than good.”
“It’s her, as expected.”
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze darkened.
But something felt off, not as simple as it seemed.
