Seeing more than three hundred Great Saint Heavenly Slaves charging towards him, Zhang Ruochen felt no fear but rather joy, knowing that such a large number of points must be secured.
Of course, he would never engage in a direct confrontation.
Even if each of the three hundred Great Saints unleashed a single Saint Technique, their combined force could easily kill a Great Saint at the peak of the Thousand Questions Realm, and even a Great Saint in the Myriad Deaths and One Life Realm would have to avoid its might.
As they closed within a thousand miles, some Heavenly Slaves began to attack.
“Swish—”
A snake-shaped arc of lightning pierced through the void, striking directly at Zhang Ruochen’s chest.
Zhang Ruochen stood unmoved, dissipating the attack’s force with his physical body, and deliberately laughed loudly, “You weak prisoners, your long-range attacks can’t harm me in the slightest.”
Perhaps due to refining the White Cang Blood Soil, Zhang Ruochen’s injuries healed at an astonishing rate. The wounds from a solid punch by the Great Demon Shadow earlier had already recovered almost completely.
Even Zhang Ruochen himself was amazed.
The Great Saint Heavenly Slaves were enraged, thinking to themselves, “A traitor who defected to the Infernal Realm dares to mock us?”
“A traitor deserves death. I will detonate my Saint Source to take him down with me. Help me get within a thousand steps of him,” declared a Bodhisattva from the Western Heavenly Buddha Realm, resembling an angry Vajra.
In the Western Heavenly Buddha Realm, those who reached the Great Saint Realm could be titled “Bodhisattva.”
This Bodhisattva, resembling an angry Vajra, was named Dao Yuan, with cultivation at the Hundred Shackles Realm, ranking among the top five powerhouses in this group of Great Saints.
As the distance closed, they entered within a hundred miles of Zhang Ruochen.
All the Great Saint Heavenly Slaves rejoiced, knowing that if they got even closer, there would be no need to detonate their Saint Sources. With hundreds of Saint Techniques unleashed together, no matter how high Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation was, he would be reduced to ashes. Even Yan Huangtu, not far from Zhang Ruochen, would perish.
Dao Yuan kept his eyes on Zhang Ruochen, but suddenly, his expression changed, “Not good, Zhang Ruochen has disappeared!”
“Swish—”
The space trembled slightly.
Zhang Ruochen used Greater Spatial Shift, appearing among the Great Saint Heavenly Slaves.
“Spatial Domain.”
“Void Time Domain.”
“Truth Realm Form.”
“Immovable Bright King Saint Aspect.”
“Thunder Venerable.”
Zhang Ruochen unleashed five techniques in succession, while also activating the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus for protection, multitasking to the extreme, pushing his mental strength to its limit.
The Spatial Domain and Void Time Domain drastically slowed the movements of all the Great Saint Heavenly Slaves.
The Truth Realm Form allowed Zhang Ruochen to see through all illusions and deceptions, while also amplifying his attack power, greatly enhancing the might of the Immovable Bright King Saint Aspect and Thunder Venerable, charging recklessly. Each strike left a Great Saint Heavenly Slave drenched in blood or shattered their Saint Body entirely.
Some were severely injured, others killed outright.
In just six breaths, the Immovable Bright King Saint Aspect and Thunder Venerable killed nine Immortal Realm Great Saints, severely injured fifty-four, and turned the starry sky into a haze of blood mist.
One person against more than three hundred Great Saints, shattering the bodies of sixty to seventy, was a shocking spectacle.
All cultivators watching the projection of the Myriad Realms Divine Eye felt their souls tremble.
In that peak state, Zhang Ruochen could only sustain it for six breaths before feeling exhausted, his head spinning. He quickly withdrew the Thunder Venerable, focusing entirely on controlling the Immovable Bright King Saint Aspect and Seven-Star Ghost Lotus, one for attack, one for defence.
The Great Saint Heavenly Slaves’ attacks kept coming at Zhang Ruochen.
Yet, each time, Zhang Ruochen used the mystic properties of the Truth Realm Form to foresee and evade their attacks by shifting away.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was like a wolf among sheep.
Only he could kill the Heavenly Slaves; they could not harm him.
This scene left countless observing cultivators silent, pondering how such a situation could arise. Even with their mental strength sealed, the Heavenly Slaves had the advantage of numbers, so how could they be so powerless?
Finally, a deity provided an answer: Zhang Ruochen simultaneously cultivated the three Eternal Paths of Time, Space, and Truth, enabling him not only to kill across realms but also to handle encirclement by lower-realm cultivators with ease, advancing and retreating freely.
Surrounding him was ineffective against Zhang Ruochen.
“This is the fearsome power of a Time-Space Controller! The higher the cultivation realm, the more formidable they become.”
A deity from the Infernal Realm recalled the battle where they surrounded Saint Monk Xumi.
Had Saint Monk Xumi not been protecting the Kunlun Realm, the Infernal Realm, no matter how many deities they sent to surround him, could not have killed him, as they could not trap him.
Even in that battle, with numerous deities surrounding Saint Monk Xumi, they still failed to kill him.
Saint Monk Xumi used all his divine power to transform into a force to protect the Kunlun Realm, leading to his fall.
In truth, it was a martyrdom.
For the beings of the Kunlun Realm, he secured a hundred thousand years of survival. He also bought time for some gravely injured deities of the Kunlun Realm to recover.
“If Zhang Ruochen keeps killing like this, won’t the gap in points between the Immortal Blood Clan and the Yama Clan widen again?”
Yan Huangtu stopped healing, bringing the Great Demon Shadow and charging into the three hundred Great Saint Heavenly Slaves.
“Zhang Ruochen, don’t you care about the lives of the few remaining Immortal Blood Clan members? If they all die, what’s the point of collecting all these points now?”
Yan Huangtu hunted the Heavenly Slaves himself, while the Great Demon Shadow wielded the Heavenly Wishful, guarding by his side, both defending against the Heavenly Slaves’ attacks and staying wary of a sudden assault from Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen remained silent.
Under the onslaught of these two powerhouses, even with the Great Saints’ strong vitality, the Heavenly Slaves kept falling.
Many severely injured Heavenly Slaves, after being struck multiple times, were utterly destroyed, body and soul.
Before long, nearly a hundred Great Saint Heavenly Slaves had fallen.
The remaining Great Saint Heavenly Slaves, gripped by fear, scattered in all directions.
“Zhang Ruochen is not someone we can kill. Let’s wait for Emperor Chi to come and destroy him,” said the Purple Beast, casting a wary glance at Zhang Ruochen before transforming into a phantom and fleeing into the distance.
“Still trying to escape?”
Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands, unleashing a powerful spatial shockwave that spread outward from him.
Thirty-six spatial swords condensed around him, turning into a rain of swords that flew towards the rapidly escaping Purple Beast.
The Purple Beast, a Great Saint at the peak of the Hundred Shackles Realm, was worth a million points.
Any cultivator from any clan would have their eyes light up at the sight of it, more enticing than the most beautiful woman.
The Spatial Sword Dance was a technique comparable to a high-tier Thousand Questions Saint Technique. The Purple Beast glanced back, seeing the rain of swords approaching, its Saint Soul trembling, feeling locked by death.
“Boom!”
The Great Demon Shadow intercepted, wielding the Heavenly Wishful, controlling supreme power to shatter most of the spatial swords.
Only five spatial swords caught up to the Purple Beast, blocked by the purple flames it spat, neutralising Zhang Ruochen’s lethal strike.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression darkened; Yan Huangtu was indeed interfering.
For now, Zhang Ruochen didn’t want to deal with him, using spatial shift to continue chasing the Purple Beast.
“Bang!”
The spatial shift was only half-executed when an invisible spatial wall repelled him, forcing him to reappear in the cosmic space. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen sensed something was wrong in advance and wasn’t injured.
He steadied himself and looked forward.
An ink-green light sphere, about ten zhang in diameter, had appeared out of nowhere, trapping him inside.
The light sphere was originally invisible, only revealing itself after his collision.
Now, the ink-green light sphere’s glow gradually faded, disappearing again.
Zhang Ruochen dared not act rashly, knowing the light sphere was still there.
“Could someone have set a trap in advance? No, that’s not right. If this light sphere was here earlier, my Spatial Domain and Truth Realm Form would have sensed it,” Zhang Ruochen thought.
Yan Huangtu, seeing this, showed a look of surprise.
Moments later, as if realizing something, he turned to see a large group of Nether Clan Great Saints arriving in this void, forming small teams to hunt the fleeing Heavenly Slaves.
“Zhang Ruochen, stay here for now. I’ll go hunt the Purple Beast!”
Yan Huangtu laughed loudly, turning into a golden light and chasing after it.
Zhang Ruochen also saw the Nether Clan Great Saints and realized what was happening. Activating the Eye of Truth, he scanned around and said, “Wujiang, I know you’re hiding nearby. Tell me, what kind of curse is this?”
There was no response from the void.
But the ink-green light sphere, ten zhang in diameter, automatically reappeared, rapidly shrinking.
Nine zhang, eight zhang, seven zhang…
The space Zhang Ruochen could move in grew smaller and smaller.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression grew serious, thinking, “Wujiang has learned to be clever, no longer confronting me head-on but using his advantages, hiding in the dark and attacking with curses.”
“Up!”
Zhang Ruochen spread his hands, activating the True Spatial Domain, holding the ink-green light sphere at three zhang away.
The True Spatial Domain could normally extend a thousand zhang, and Zhang Ruochen thought he could break the light sphere. But its strength far exceeded his expectations. It was initially pushed to about ten zhang in diameter but was quickly compressed back to three zhang.
“It seems Wujiang is using the Myriad Curses Heavenly Pearl, a supreme sacred artifact with such power,” Zhang Ruochen thought.
The ink-green light sphere stopped shrinking, but over a hundred Nether Clan Great Saints flew towards this direction, each mobilizing Nether Qi, activating their Kingly Sacred Artifacts, seemingly intent on killing him within the light sphere.
Hidden in the darkness, Wujiang held the Myriad Curses Heavenly Pearl, murmuring, “Trapped in the Nether Light Curse, you can’t escape. Today is your death day.”
At this moment, Wujiang’s face showed no emotion, eerily calm.
If Prajna and Yuan Fei Great Saint were here, they would be shocked. They all thought Wujiang had become reckless and radical after being defeated by Zhang Ruochen, his mindset flawed.
But who would have thought it was all an act by Wujiang?
In reality, after being defeated by Zhang Ruochen, Wujiang’s mindset didn’t collapse but was tempered, becoming more restrained and profound, otherwise he wouldn’t have gained half the opportunities of the Nether Clan’s home star.
He pretended to be consumed by hatred to make the traitor in the Upper Three Clans underestimate him. The more careless they were, the easier it would be to expose their flaws.
Earlier, when Prajna was injured, Wujiang immediately went to help her heal, actually intending to probe her background. Though he thought it unlikely Prajna was the traitor, he still had to investigate.
“Break!”
The Seven-Star Ghost Lotus transformed into a black flower, unfolding seven petals, growing to dozens of zhang, working with the True Spatial Domain to shatter the light sphere formed by the Nether Light Curse into countless ink-green light particles.
Zhang Ruochen broke free.
In the darkness, Wujiang’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly retracted the Myriad Curses Heavenly Pearl.
“Swish!”
Above, Zhang Ruochen burst out from ripples of space, his Flame God Leg stomping down fiercely. Blazing divine flames dispersed the dark forces shrouding Wujiang, revealing his handsome figure.
Wujiang clasped his hands, and the divine shadow of the Nether God Ancestor appeared behind him.
The divine shadow extended a massive palm, clashing with the Flame God Leg.
After a brief stalemate, the divine shadow of the Nether God Ancestor trembled violently, cracking.
Wujiang’s expression shifted slightly, transforming into a black light shuttle, retreating swiftly.
“Bang!”
The divine shadow of the Nether God Ancestor shattered, burned into star-like light particles by the divine flames.
“The Nether God Ancestor is no match.”
Zhang Ruochen, engulfed in flames, landed opposite Wujiang.
Though he said this, Zhang Ruochen inwardly regarded Wujiang more highly, as that kick was meant to severely injure him.
Wujiang’s ability to retreat unscathed was truly remarkable.
Both his alertness and judgment far surpassed his past self.
Wujiang’s expression remained unchanged, saying, “It seems your cultivation has indeed advanced greatly, able to find my hiding place in the dark. What are those five-colored lights you emitted?”
Earlier, the five-colored lights from Zhang Ruochen were visible across the entire Hunting Heaven Battlefield, too astonishing, naturally sparking Wujiang’s curiosity.
Without understanding this, Wujiang felt uneasy.
Time was precious, and Zhang Ruochen had no interest in discussing this with him, intending to chase Yan Huangtu and stop him from hunting the Purple Beast.
But…
“Boom!”
A deafening sound came from afar.
Yan Huangtu’s golden skeleton-like body was struck by a murderous blood sword, sent flying back over two hundred miles.
The blood sword’s power was so immense that Yan Huangtu’s bones cracked, golden light scattering, as if his imperial divine bones were about to shatter.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes narrowed, saying, “Lan Ying is joining the fray? Wait, it’s her.”
Empress Feng appeared beside the blood sword.
Holding a foot-long white Destiny Feather, she manipulated millions of Destiny Rules, injecting them into Yan Huangtu’s Great Demon Shadow, freezing it in place.
It wasn’t that Empress Feng’s cultivation surpassed the Great Demon Shadow’s.
Rather, the Destiny Feather’s power perfectly countered the Great Demon Shadow.
Empress Feng tried to control the Great Demon Shadow but failed, her willow-leaf-like eyebrows furrowing slightly.
Lan Ying flew out from the Asura Sword, forming a child-like body, sneering, “This Great Demon Shadow is formed from the souls of millions of demonic cultivators, refined and assimilated by Yan Huangtu. How could your cultivation control it? Let me handle it, I’ll swallow it in one gulp.”
Lan Ying’s mouth opened wide, swallowing the Great Demon Shadow whole.
