Because the Sword Realm might emerge, and because of the vast interests in this starry region, many gods had gathered in the Hundred Clans King City. Now they all converged.
Above the densely packed buildings, clusters of divine light shone like twinkling stars.
Qing Yun Tai felt deep shame and anger, believing he had lost the dignity of an ancient god. He said, “Zhang Ruochen, do not try to curry favour with this seat. You have recklessly slain hell-realm gods one after another, yet you still wish to claim membership in the Undying Blood Clan? The Undying Blood Clan will not protect you, nor does it have a clansman like you.”
Zhang Ruochen appeared thoughtful and looked towards Master Ye You, who stood not far from Qing Yun Tai.
Master Ye You lowered his head, his face showing hesitation. Suddenly he transformed into a divine light, rushed towards Zhang Ruochen, and knelt on the ground. “Master above, accept this disciple’s bow. This disciple endured humiliation and acknowledged a thief as father only to uncover the truth behind the deaths of Seven Hands and Xue Qing Sheng.”
“And the result?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Master Ye You pointed at Qing Yun Tai, gnashing his teeth in fury. “It was all orchestrated by my adoptive father… bah, by Qing Yun Tai!”
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze grew stern. He rebuked coldly, “Ye You, you have great nerve. Do you wish to falsely accuse an ancient god of my Undying Blood Clan? Do you seek to provoke internal strife within the Undying Blood Clan? How many lives do you have to dare such a thing?”
Master Ye You replied, “This disciple swears on his life that it is absolutely true. The reason this old scoundrel Qing Yun Tai did it was to force the War God to come to the Hundred Clans King City, thereby using the complex situation here to put the War God to death.”
Zhang Ruochen’s sharp gaze fixed on Qing Yun Tai. “Even ordinary members of my Undying Blood Clan dare to take responsibility for their actions. As a supreme ancient god, Senior, do you dare to admit what you have done?”
Qing Yun Tai had taken Master Ye You as an adoptive son originally to humiliate the Xue Jue family. He had never expected to be exposed by him before all the gods.
He truly deserved death.
“What Seven Hands, what Xue Qing Sheng? They were mere insignificant figures. Would this seat ever take notice of them?”
“You old ghost, daring to slander this seat. Die!”
Qing Yun Tai’s blood wings unfurled pair after pair from his back. Divine might surged.
Silver patterns densely covered the blood wings, spewing vast quantities of blood qi.
A divine sword flew from behind Zhang Ruochen. Its light blazed fiercely, its might awe-inspiring. It cleaved through the blood qi surging towards Master Ye You and slashed straight at Qing Yun Tai’s head.
Qing Yun Tai was prepared. His divine realm world unfolded. Countless divine patterns poured out, forming a blood sun that illuminated the starry sea. It collided with the divine sword, creating overwhelming waves of divine force.
The gods hovering in mid-air enjoyed watching the internal strife of the Undying Blood Clan and did not intervene.
“Ten thousand years ago, Qing Yun Que of the Qing Tian Tribe was already a candidate for clan chief. Now that he has stepped into the Immeasurable realm, his confidence has naturally soared. Yet Xue Jue rose abruptly and secured the clan chief position. Not only Qing Yun Que, but the entire Qing Tian Tribe likely refuses to accept it.” A Death Clan great god stood within nine circles of death divine light and spoke thus.
An Undying Blood Clan great god from the Qi Tian Tribe said, “So Senior Xie Shi believes that the deaths of Xue Qing Sheng and Seven Hands truly were the work of Qing Yun Tai?”
“How could this seat, an old man of the Death Clan, presume to comment on your Undying Blood Clan’s affairs?” Xie Shi smiled.
Boom!
Blood qi overflowed in all directions. Waves of divine force swept everywhere.
The gods fixed their eyes on Qing Yun Tai’s divine realm world. Inside, dense blood seas churned, lightning flashed, and mountains and rivers continually smashed towards Zhang Ruochen.
Yet Zhang Ruochen was full of vigour and boundless battle intent. Even pulled into the divine realm world, he remained completely unaffected. He destroyed every divine art Qing Yun Tai unleashed.
With cultivation as powerful as Qing Yun Tai’s, he could not suppress a single Zhang Ruochen?
The earlier sword stroke, the gods had thought, was merely Qing Yun Tai underestimating his opponent and being wounded by the divine sword.
“Six-in-One Sword Astonishing God Array!”
Zhang Ruochen shouted loudly. The six swords formed an array.
All the sword way rules in the entire Hundred Clans King City converged into the dense blood sea, flowing around Zhang Ruochen.
Boom!
The six swords struck together, cleaving through layer after layer of obstruction in the divine realm world and slashing Qing Yun Tai’s body.
Large blood wounds appeared on the divine body. Divine bones were severed.
Zhang Ruochen strode forward, treating Qing Yun Tai’s rule divine patterns as nothing. He shattered mountains and rivers, caught up with Qing Yun Tai fleeing in his own divine realm world, and struck down with a palm.
This palm resounded with dragon roars and elephant trumpets. It beat Qing Yun Tai until he vomited blood incessantly and flew out of his divine realm world.
“Come back!”
Zhang Ruochen manipulated space, dragging Qing Yun Tai back. He raised a divine sword and slashed diagonally.
Pfft!
Qing Yun Tai contracted his blood wings and divine realm world to resist, but how powerful was the divine sword? After the sword light flashed, a pair of blood wings was severed.
Master Ye You watched with great excitement, secretly rejoicing that he had not betrayed the Xue Jue family and Zhang Ruochen.
All the adoptive fathers he had acknowledged before combined were not as powerful as his master.
“No wonder Zhang Ruochen had the confidence to闯 into the Hundred Clans King City. Such combat strength at so young an age is truly astonishing.” Xie Shi sighed.
“It is only because he met a useless opponent that he can show off for a while.”
An aged and sinister voice emerged from a war chariot piled with white bones.
On either side of the chariot stood more than a dozen powerful ghost clan cultivators, all clad in black robes, mysterious and unfathomable.
The voice from the white bone chariot said, “What are you waiting for? Since Zhang Ruochen has appeared, we should attack together and slay him. Or do you wish to wait until the Yaksha Clan and Fire Ghost Clan seize control of the Guan Yun Array Tower and use the arrays to drive us all out of the city?”
The gods of the various forces had ostensibly come to punish Zhang Ruochen, but in reality, they had gathered in the Hundred Clans King City because of interests.
Once the Yaksha Clan fell, any force that took a bite could gorge itself.
Moreover, the Hundred Clans King City concerned the wealth and structure of an entire star domain. Any force with ambitions could not possibly miss sharing the spoils in this turbulent moment.
Yet these great gods were all shrewd. None acted rashly.
After all, on the surface, Zhang Ruochen was still the divine envoy of Tian Mu, and the Hundred Clans King City was not far from Xing Huan Heaven.
Had they not seen the black temple hovering in the firmament remain motionless all this time?
“Fine! Since you all hesitate, this old man will take the lead.”
Seeing Qing Yun Tai slashed by Zhang Ruochen’s divine sword until he had no power to resist, his divine body battered and broken, the white bone chariot carried a mass of yin-cold ghost clouds and charged straight at Zhang Ruochen.
The great god in the white bone chariot was a veteran powerhouse of the Di Sha Ghost City, known as Ancestor Xuan Qi. He had roamed the hell realm for hundreds of thousands of years.
Yet another ancient god of great renown!
The white bone chariot crushed the array inscriptions on the ground. The ghost qi and rule divine patterns it emitted condensed into an army of ghost clan soldiers in armour, mounted on war beasts, as though to raze the Hundred Clans King City to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen abandoned the blood-drenched Qing Yun Tai. He rushed towards the white bone chariot, wielding the divine sword and unleashing an Immeasurable-level divine art.
Bi Luo Huang Quan!
Bang!
The Huang Quan divine river surged out with the sword qi, splitting the white bone chariot into fragments.
Though the white bone chariot was a remarkable defensive secret treasure that would not shatter even under a constant star’s pressure, before the divine sword it was like tofu.
Ancestor Xuan Qi, seated in the chariot, let out a miserable scream. His ghost body was cleaved in two by the divine sword and hurled backwards.
Too shocking!
Qing Yun Tai being beaten until his flesh was mangled was one thing, but the renowned Ancestor Xuan Qi was directly split by the divine sword in Zhang Ruochen’s hand.
In a single exchange, he suffered grievous injury.
All clans in the Hundred Clans King City realised that today’s events could not end well. Battles at the great god level were something even a divine city could scarcely withstand.
Swish!
Swish!
…
From the holy lands of more than a hundred minor clans in the city, bright array light pillars rose. They activated the city’s array inscriptions, forming one divine array light shield after another.
They needed to protect the city. It could not be destroyed in a divine war.
“Zhang Ruochen has gone mad. He intends to suppress and kill great gods!” A cry of shock rang through the heavens.
Zhang Ruochen’s long hair flowed loosely. He suppressed the recondensed ghost body of Ancestor Xuan Qi beneath a thousand-zhang divine flame hand seal, continually erasing his divine soul thoughts and mental will.
Bang!
Ancestor Xuan Qi’s ghost body exploded. Wisps of ghost soul turned to smoke in the divine flames.
Zhang Ruochen held a divine source in his hand. His gaze swept arrogantly in all directions. “You wish to kill me? Are you qualified? Those who seek death, feel free to act.”
Even though Ancestor Xuan Qi’s star soul divine seat in the starry sky had already extinguished, the gods still could not believe the scene before their eyes.
That was an ancient great god who had not fallen even in the ferocious divine wars of a hundred thousand years ago. How could he die in the Hundred Clans King City? How could he die at the hands of a mere wet-behind-the-ears junior?
Was this man truly Zhang Ruochen?
Many gods felt trepidation in their hearts, guessing that this Zhang Ruochen must be some supreme great god in disguise. He could not possibly be that saint-realm junior from a hundred years ago.
Qing Yun Tai, having recovered, wore tattered armour. He stared at Zhang Ruochen, his eyes filled with terror. Inwardly he thought, “Could he be the Xue Jue War God?”
The sky over the Hundred Clans King City suddenly turned blood-red. Torrential blood rain poured down.
The massive corpse of the Yaksha Clan Tai Xu realm great god Ye Kong fell from the clouds like a mountain range.
The Yaksha Ancestral Divine Temple hovered in mid-air. Yu Ling God’s peerlessly beautiful figure stood outside the temple, overlooking the gods below. “Ye Kong betrayed the Yaksha Clan. Today he has been slain by this god. Any who seek to covet the Hundred Clans King City will die!”
With two great gods fallen in succession, the cultivators of the Hundred Clans King City, from spiritual gods down to slave labourers, all boiled with excitement.
“They have gone mad. Every one of them has gone mad!”
“A Zhang Ruochen, a Yu Ling God. Where does their confidence come from? Are they declaring war on the hell realm?”
…
Yu Ling God declared loudly, “The Hundred Clans King City cannot bear so many gods. Those who do not wish to be enemies of the Yaksha Clan, take your armies and leave within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, no mercy.”
A true god of the Dark Temple with two heads stepped out from the holy army encampment. Gazing towards the Yaksha Ancestral Divine Temple, he said, “Yu Ling God, have you truly grown tired of living?”
Bang!
That true god was slapped dead by Yu Ling God’s palm.
A hundred-metre-long five-fingered handprint appeared on the ground.
In the nearby holy army encampment, tens of thousands of saint-realm soldiers of the Dark Temple were all reduced to dust.
The entire city fell silent!
No cultivator any longer believed Yu Ling God’s earlier words had been a joke.
