The four pseudo-gods of the Nether Hall all harboured doubts, their wills shaken.
Because this matter was indeed strange.
Clearly, Zhang Ruochen possessed countless supreme treasures on his body, so why did not Wujiang True God and the Exquisite Chan Woman personally act?
Kong Zhi chanted a Buddhist invocation, purifying the杂念 in the hearts of the other three pseudo-gods, saying, “Do not let Zhang Ruochen’s few words disturb your mindset, we already have no path of retreat, once we think of fleeing, we will only all die by his hand.”
Lan Gu’s gaze became firm once more, saying, “Fight! Do not believe Zhang Ruochen’s words, he seeks to break our wills.”
Zhang Ruochen shook his head lightly, one finger pointing to the back of the Concealing Mountain Demonic Mirror.
“Bang!”
Like a bronze bell being struck.
The mirror surface of the Concealing Mountain Demonic Mirror rippled with circles of water-like waves. The ice crystal light rain previously absorbed surged out in reverse at even greater speed, impacting towards Lan Gu.
Under the enhancement of the supreme saint artefact, the power of the ice crystal light rain greatly increased.
“Puff!”
“Pfft!”
…
One after another ice crystal light rain pierced through Lan Gu’s defences, striking the divine body, forming numerous transparent holes.
Pitiful pseudo-god, without a divine realm world, defensive power far inferior to a true god.
“Arctic Sword!”
Above Bei Yu’s head, a dazzling war sword appeared, divine light radiant, sword qi crisscrossing.
“Splash!”
The war sword flew straight towards Zhang Ruochen at an unparalleled speed.
How profound was Zhang Ruochen’s sword path, how could he fear her?
As the war sword flew in, Zhang Ruochen’s Sunken Abyss Ancient Sword also swung out, not clashing head-on, but sword entangling sword.
The Sunken Abyss Ancient Sword traced circles along the incoming war sword’s blade, severing all its power.
Bei Yu sensed her war sword’s power growing weaker, and even her connection to it becoming faint, her expression changing greatly, immediately deploying swift body techniques to chase after, grasping the war sword’s hilt.
“You have entered my Dao domain!”
Zhang Ruochen said this.
Instantly, Bei Yu felt the space beneath her feet collapse, her body uncontrollably plummeting downward. Just as she sought to soar upwards, she discovered a powerful spatial pulling force coming from above.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen’s sword also slashed down from above.
Divine energy surged within Bei Yu, her palm striking out a expanse of divine light, illuminating a thousand li. But she discovered Zhang Ruochen’s sword was slashing from the right side.
She hastily dodged.
“Pfft”, a sound.
Pain in her waist, large amounts of divine blood spraying out.
Though she avoided being bisected at the waist, the sword qi of the Sunken Abyss Ancient Sword still invaded her body. Within the sword qi were contained numerous time marks, severing much of her lifespan.
Clashing with an enemy like Zhang Ruochen, Bei Yu felt utterly tormented.
Space in chaos, making it hard for her to lock onto the opponent.
Time uncanny, a slight carelessness leading to injury.
“Bang!”
The Dwarf Dragon Star attacking from another direction was repelled back by the Diamond Moon Wheel struck out by Zhang Ruochen.
The injuries on Lan Gu and Bei Yu healed, and they surrounded once more, each deploying their methods, continuously attacking Zhang Ruochen. This time, their coordination was seamless, for a moment Zhang Ruochen unexpectedly could not repel them.
Though Zhang Ruochen with his single strength confronted three pseudo-gods, he still appeared at ease, his mental power entirely focused on Kong Zhi.
“Splash!”
Kong Zhi descended from the heavens, charging downwards towards Zhang Ruochen, one palm pressing down.
The battlefield where Zhang Ruochen, Lan Gu, Bei Yu, and Dwarf Dragon Star were, the ground within hundreds of li sank, forming a five-finger print. The area covered by the five-finger print was entirely enveloped in Buddhist light.
Lan Gu, Bei Yu, and Dwarf Dragon Star hastily retreated rapidly.
Zhang Ruochen was like being pressed by a Buddhist mountain, and the pressure grew stronger, the ground beneath his feet covered in divine patterns, unable to escape from below. He looked up and said, “A member of the Nether Clan, not cultivating curses but Buddhist dharma, is utterly defiling the Buddhist dharma.”
Zhang Ruochen’s feet shifted outward, hands virtually embracing.
“Splash!”
In that instant, above his head appeared the yin-yang taiji mark.
“Useless, in the Dark Abyss, yin-yang and the five elements are hard to employ.” From afar came Lan Gu’s voice, laced with mockery.
“Who said it was yin-yang five elements? It is Wuji.”
Zhang Ruochen naturally only recited this silently in his heart.
Just as Kong Zhi’s palm, capable of pressing to death an inferior pseudo-god, was about to land on Zhang Ruochen, he saw Zhang Ruochen’s right hand pressing upwards.
A mere human hand against the descending world-destroying golden hand from the sky.
The darkness qi between heaven and earth continuously gathered towards Zhang Ruochen.
Two palms clashed.
Zhang Ruochen had fully transformed into a form of dark light sphere, holding in stalemate against the world-destroying golden hand hundreds of li long, unexpectedly evenly matched.
“How is this possible? In the Dark Abyss, why can Zhang Ruochen still employ mysteries, mobilising the rules between heaven and earth for his use?” Dwarf Dragon Star nearly roared.
Lan Gu said, “It is not mobilising rules, merely mobilising darkness qi.”
“Is Zhang Ruochen’s dark path so profound, that at the great saint realm he can mobilise such vast darkness qi? He cannot possibly still be a darkness controller, can he?” Bei Yu found it hard to comprehend.
How could they know that Zhang Ruochen’s Wuji saint intent stood equal to the heavenly dao, capable of mobilising all powers of the world.
The Dark Abyss’s dark power could suppress origin mysteries, yet could not suppress Wuji saint intent.
Because darkness was also within Wuji.
Within Wuji, all things were encompassed.
“Awoo!”
“Roar!”
“Howl!”
…
Countless roars of strange beasts came from all directions.
Moreover, drawing ever closer.
Lan Gu, Bei Yu, and Dwarf Dragon Star’s expressions all changed, realising hordes of strange beasts were surging in, exchanging glances, each urging their strongest war weapons, activating the inscriptions within the war weapons, attacking towards the dark light sphere pressed under the world-destroying golden hand.
One sword, one star ring, one bone tile.
Zhang Ruochen let out a long whistle, numerous spatial fissures appearing around him, using spatial methods to forcibly break Kong Zhi’s suppression, withdrawing from beneath the world-destroying golden hand before the three war weapons could strike his body.
“Boom!”
The golden hand hundreds of li long struck the ground viciously.
This dark spatial continent nearly twenty thousand li long subsequently cracked open massively. The cracks expanded, centring on the palm print crater, splitting into four, becoming dozens of continental plates flying towards various directions.
The strange beasts surging towards this place suffered countless deaths and injuries, miserable howls resounding.
To break open space in the Dark Abyss was an extremely difficult matter, even pseudo-gods could not achieve it. Zhang Ruochen naturally paid a price for it, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen injured, the four pseudo-gods of the Nether Hall all surged with confidence, ignoring the hordes of incoming strange beasts, only wishing to seize this chance to kill Zhang Ruochen.
Since the Nether Hall’s true gods were using them as sacrificial pawns, if they killed Zhang Ruochen and gained immense benefits, they could simply flee far away.
With mysteries, with supreme saint artefacts, where in the world could they not go?
Perhaps they could even rely on vast mysteries to advance their mental power by leaps and bounds, crossing the primordial era tribulation with mental power.
In their hearts, they planned thus.
From four sides, numerous eyes of strange beasts appeared, all extremely fierce.
But they clearly also feared Zhang Ruochen and the four pseudo-gods, temporarily not daring to approach, as if waiting for something.
Zhang Ruochen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, licked it, and swallowed it back into his abdomen.
His blood contained White Vast Blood Soil, which could not be casually lost.
“It seems the Nether Hall’s true gods truly did not come.” Zhang Ruochen said.
“Have you not realised yet? No need for true gods to act, we alone can kill you.” Bei Yu said.
Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brows, saying, “Women are just too talkative.”
“You…”
Bei Yu controlled the war sword hovering above Zhang Ruochen’s head, swinging it down to slash.
Zhang Ruochen’s palm pushed forward, spatial fluctuations appearing in his palm heart.
At the centre of the spatial fluctuations, a remnant stele six zhang tall flew out, colliding with that seven-yuan king saint artefact level war sword. In an instant, the war sword’s light dimmed, its power dissipating.
Even the inscriptions within the sword body faded, then vanished.
“Bang!”
The war sword exploded, turning into scraps of waste iron.
“My god’s sword!”
Bei Yu felt as if she were about to spit blood in distress, yet she was also horrified by the power of that remnant stele.
One must know, even supreme saint artefacts could not make a seven-yuan king saint artefact shatter upon contact. Unless the cultivation gap between the two clashing was enormous, it could not be achieved.
Zhang Ruochen soared up, landing atop the remnant stele, long hair flying without wind.
All his power surged from his feet, entirely injecting into the stele.
“Splash——”
On the remnant stele, ancient divine scripts emerged one by one with different lustres, emitting strange auras, causing the entire heaven and earth to seem as if frozen still.
Gazing at the light emanating from the remnant stele beneath Zhang Ruochen’s feet, the four pseudo-gods of the Nether Hall all felt a piercing pain like ten thousand arrows through the heart.
Kong Zhi’s expression changed drastically, exclaiming, “Reversing God Stele, how could it be the Reversing God Stele, how could the Reversing God Stele still exist in the world, was it not already destroyed? You are of the Reversing God Clan?”
What Zhang Ruochen stood upon was precisely the Reversing God Stele.
All along, Zhang Ruochen had feared powerful gods coveting it, bringing calamity upon himself, thus daring not to use the Reversing God Stele.
In the Dark Abyss, naturally there was no need for such scruples.
Zhang Ruochen revealed a surprised expression, saying, “You actually know of the Reversing God Stele? What Reversing God Clan?”
The other three pseudo-gods all showed puzzled incomprehension.
Kong Zhi was however extremely decisive, his hands snapping the Buddhist beads hanging from his neck, a total of one hundred and eight beads, each imprinted with a Buddha head. All the beads struck towards Zhang Ruochen.
Each bead was refined from the stellar core of a planet.
After striking out the beads, Kong Zhi turned and fled.
Zhang Ruochen drove the Reversing God Stele to meet the one hundred and eight beads, instantly resounding with thunderous explosions like divine thunder, all beads exploding entirely, turning to dust.
Bei Yu, Lan Gu, and Dwarf Dragon Star did not know the terror of the Reversing God Stele, how could their reaction speed match Kong Zhi’s?
Seeing Zhang Ruochen flying over at astonishing speed, they simply could not escape.
The three pseudo-gods, seeing no alternative, each mobilised all their rule divine patterns, deploying their strongest divine abilities, simultaneously attacking towards Zhang Ruochen.
As long as this strike could repel Zhang Ruochen, they could seize the chance to flee.
Zhang Ruochen neither dodged nor evaded, fully urging the Reversing God Stele with all his might. On the stele, three characters emerged, three streams of power surging out, shattering the divine abilities struck by the three pseudo-gods.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The three characters imprinted on the three pseudo-gods’ bodies, instantly their divine bodies exploding apart, turning to blood mist and bone powder, even their divine sources cracking.
After killing the three gods, Zhang Ruochen’s momentum did not lessen, pursuing towards Kong Zhi.
