In this space, six-coloured magic butterflies danced, like clouds of six-coloured light.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the spot where Panruo had been, but where was her figure now?
She had hidden herself.
“Long time no see, Zhang Ruochen.”
Nan Sheng held a grey bone fan, with a smile on his face, appearing quite carefree and relaxed.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Yes, indeed a long time. You, the heir of Tiannan Life and Death Ruins, have such a noble status, so why come to the Dark Abyss to seek death?”
“Of course, to kill you. With so many treasures and mysteries on you, it would be such a pity if they didn’t fall into my hands,” Nan Sheng said.
Kongli Zanghai remained vigilant at all times, saying, “Who killed General Gailin and Master Yutian?”
“Of course, I killed them,” Zhang Ruochen said straightforwardly.
After his mental power became divine, the divine might of true gods no longer posed any pressure on Zhang Ruochen.
“Just you? Junior, this god can crush you with one finger.”
Kongli Zanghai extended his index finger, pressing it through the air.
The rules and divine patterns in the space condensed above Zhang Ruochen’s head, forming a finger imprint as thick as a pillar. The fingerprints became clearly visible.
“Whoosh!”
A sword light burst through the air, cutting countless divine patterns.
Kongli Zanghai let out a muffled groan, blood splattered from his hand, and the extended finger flew off, falling into the golden stream.
Panruo, holding the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, flew down beside Zhang Ruochen and the seawater.
The sword hummed and vibrated, the sound extremely piercing.
Kongli Zanghai glanced at the golden stream, not daring to distract himself to retrieve the severed finger, his divine eyes glaring in anger, saying, “Goddess Panruo, so it was you who killed General Gailin and Master Yutian.”
Nan Sheng’s face darkened, saying, “The goddess represents the Temple of Destiny, yet she killed gods of our Death Clan. If this matter reaches the Mountain of Destiny, aren’t you afraid of being pushed onto the Execution Platform, goddess?”
“Just kill you all to silence you,” Panruo said.
Kongli Zanghai said, “Your Highness the Goddess has such a big tone. You’ve just stepped into the divine realm, without even cultivating a divine realm world, while this god is a mid-level god. How can you kill me?”
“A mid-level god like you, this goddess really doesn’t take seriously.”
“Clang!”
Panruo was about to strike with her sword, when suddenly she sensed something, her expression becoming serious, staring in the direction behind Nan Sheng and Kongli Zanghai, saying, “Come out, I’ve already sensed your aura.”
“Da da!”
Slow footsteps sounded.
“Goddess Panruo’s alertness is truly strong, admirable, admirable.”
A god with four arms and four eyes walked out from the golden mist, his body wrapped in divine chains, his frame more than three times taller than Kongli Zanghai and Nan Sheng.
As soon as he appeared, the entire space turned grey and hazy, filled with death energy.
Panruo said, “Gui Si.”
Gui Si said, “Now that this seat has arrived, can Goddess Panruo leave?”
“You, Gui Si, are an upper-level god, an old senior who has cultivated for a hundred thousand years. This goddess will give you this face. Let’s go!”
Panruo was clearly quite wary of this newly arrived true god.
Zhang Ruochen had some understanding of the divine realm, and reaching the upper-level god stage was indeed extraordinary. After all, Panruo had just stepped into the divine realm, as a lower-level god.
A difference of two realms.
Even for a Yuan Hui level representative who became a god, it was hard to bridge a gap of two realms.
“Wait! This seat said that Your Highness the Goddess can leave, but did not say that those two also have the qualification to leave.” Gui Si’s voice was deep and murky, carrying a chill.
Panruo tossed the Chenyuan in her hand to Zhang Ruochen, summoning the Staff of Destiny Judgment, saying, “What if this goddess insists on taking them away?”
Gui Si’s mouth curved upward, his four eyes sneering, “Goddess Panruo is underestimating Gui Si too much. If not for giving face to the Temple of Destiny and the Wrathful Heavenly Venerable, do you think, goddess, how much chance you have to escape?”
Kongli Zanghai had already retrieved his severed finger from the golden stream, reattached it, and appeared on the opposite bank of the stream, forming a pincer formation with Gui Si.
Panruo said, “If I want to leave, can you stop me?”
“In other places, this seat would indeed find it hard to kill Your Highness the Goddess. But here is inside the body of a Buddhist Divine Venerable, where no escape methods can be used. Wanting to flee, how easy is that?” Gui Si’s tone was full of confidence and dominance, as if he had the three of them cornered.
If Panruo were just Panruo, she might truly fear him somewhat.
But Panruo was Chi Yao.
Chi Yao had become a god a thousand years ago, her cultivation fully consolidated, and she had cultivated a divine realm world.
Panruo said, “If I self-detonate my divine source, who among you can escape?”
“This seat knows precisely that the goddess has this mutual destruction move, so I’m giving you the chance to leave. Otherwise, why waste so many words with you?”
While Panruo and Gui Si were talking, the seawater transmitted a message to Zhang Ruochen, “Brother Ruochen, I’ve heard of Gui Si’s name. This person is a disciple of the Doomsday God King of the Death God Temple, very old, with terrifying cultivation.”
“This place is very dangerous, other gods could arrive at any time. Your Highness the Goddess had better decide quickly.”
Gui Si did not believe at all that a god would use a mutual destruction move for the lives of other cultivators. Especially a new god like Panruo, with over a hundred thousand years of lifespan left, how could she willingly self-detonate her divine source?
Upstream of the golden stream, suddenly, a melodious whistling sound rang out.
It was a gentle tune, long and lingering, extremely pleasant.
Everyone’s gazes turned toward the stream.
They saw a small boat drifting down from upstream.
On the boat lay a strikingly handsome man in red clothes, with flowing long hair, heroic aura, and a sword gleaming with jewels placed on his knees.
Clearly in an extremely dangerous place, he acted as if sightseeing, relaxed and at ease.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the lazy red-clothed man lying on the small boat, feeling utterly astonished, saying, “Qie Sanqian!”
“Feng Chen!” Gui Si said.
The whistling stopped.
The small boat also stopped, the golden stream unable to push it.
The unbelievably handsome red-clothed man propped himself up to sit straight, tightened his loosely tied belt, then said in annoyance, “Why is it you Death Clan gods again? Is there no end? If you want to fight or kill, this sword god will accompany you to the end.”
Kongli Zanghai and Nan Sheng exchanged glances, puzzled, not understanding what Feng Chen Sword God meant.
At such a critical moment, Gui Si clearly did not want complications, laughing, “Sword God Feng Chen must have some misunderstanding. We have no grudge, why would we fight or kill?”
“No grudge?”
Feng Chen Sword God felt confused, saying, “So, is Tianque Shenji not a god of the Death God Temple? I heard that you, Gui Si, and Tianque Shenji have a very close relationship, quite intimate.”
“What did you do to Tianque Shenji?” Gui Si’s face darkened.
Feng Chen Sword God adjusted his belt, saying, “A few days ago, I met her, gave her a ride on this small boat, then she wanted to fight and kill me. I barely escaped here.”
Kongli Zanghai said, “How could Tianque Shenji attack you without reason, Sword God?”
“Of course, not without reason.”
Feng Chen Sword God recalled fondly, saying, “We spent a wonderful night together, after which I just said, forgive me for my unrestrained and freedom-loving life, last night was just a spring dream, nothing happened. Then she became unreasonable, wanting to fight and kill me.”
“Let me say first, it was truly mutual consent. You all judge, we’ve all lived for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, how can we not see through these things? I thought she was just lonely after her husband’s death, wanting to play around, who knew she took it seriously!”
Gui Si was already furious, thunder and fire surging in his four eyes.
Tianque Shenji had entered the Dark Abyss with them, and she was the woman Gui Si had always desired but could not obtain. Listen to this bastard Feng Chen, is that human speech?
Met just a few days ago, yet spent a wonderful night.
Every word stabbed the heart.
“This seat will tear you to pieces.”
“Whoosh!”
Gui Si spat out a mouthful of divine fire, surging toward Feng Chen Sword God in the golden stream.
In an instant, the temperature in the entire space rose rapidly.
This was the divine fire of an upper-level god, its power terrifying, able to incinerate star seas. Kongli Zanghai, Nan Sheng, Panruo, Zhang Ruochen, seawater, all flew rapidly into the distance, not daring to touch it.
From within the divine fire came Feng Chen Sword God’s voice, “Listen to my explanation, she initiated it, nothing to do with me. That night of ours was truly wonderful, in my arms, she told me many of her troubles and heartaches over these years…”
“Stop talking, go die!”
Gui Si’s furious roar followed immediately.
Zhang Ruochen fled rapidly, feeling extremely embarrassed inside, also thinking that Qie Sanqian…
No!
It was Feng Chen Sword God…
No!
It was Xue Hongchen.
He was really too much, how could he do this?
Even if Tianque Shenji was willing, initiated it, he should have controlled his belt. Even if Tianque Shenji was too tempting, and he couldn’t hold back, he should take responsibility for what he did, right?
Forgive me for my unrestrained and freedom-loving life!
Listen, is that human speech?
Didn’t you see how it turned the previously calm Gui Si into such a state?
Gui Si’s spat divine fire spread very far, Zhang Ruochen and the others rushed out hundreds of miles before avoiding the central area.
Kongli Zanghai and Nan Sheng chased closely behind, the two exchanging transmissions.
“I can temporarily hold back Panruo, can you take down Zhang Ruochen?” Kongli Zanghai said.
Nan Sheng said, “I’ve achieved divine mental power, and with the divine talisman granted by my master, suppressing Zhang Ruochen should not be difficult.”
“Good!”
Kongli Zanghai activated his divine realm world, forcibly pulling Panruo into it.
In an instant, in this space, only Zhang Ruochen, seawater, and Nan Sheng remained.
“Zhang Ruochen, Zangjin White Tiger didn’t enter the Dark Abyss, right? Today, let’s see who can save you.”
Nan Sheng used mental power to control the six-coloured magic butterflies, flying overwhelmingly toward Zhang Ruochen and seawater, enveloping them inside, forming a huge six-coloured cloud mass.
These butterflies were death magic butterflies.
Their bodies like beauties, their wings like blades.
“Swish swish.”
Thousands of sword qi flew out, breaking through the six-coloured cloud mass, shattering one death magic butterfly after another.
Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand, grabbed the wrist of the seawater wearing the Fire God Armour with the other, his gaze cold, saying, “Since you insist on seeking death, I’ll send you on your way. I hope this heir of Tiannan Life and Death Ruins has plenty of valuable things on him, otherwise it’s a waste of my time.”
