“Is that so? Let me tell you, the Chen Family is the master of the Eastern Domain.”
In the Sacred King’s Mansion, a young voice rang out, vaguely transmitting a sense of arrogance and dominance.
“Ow!”
Suddenly, a savage beast cry rang out. In the sky above the Sacred King’s Mansion, a whistling gale brewed, blowing the gloomy clouds in the sky apart.
A quodid beast with a golden glow emanating from its entire body rushed out from the Savage Beast Lake deep within the Sacred King’s Mansion, its four hooves stepping on the void as it rushed out of the mansion’s walls and charged towards the Ghost Saint.
On the back of the Jail Beast sat a rather young looking man. His body wore a white and silver battle armour, and he carried a green square heavenly painting halberd, with a red mole growing on his brow, and a pair of eyes as if they were two blue lightning balls of light, forming two beams of light that pierced through the dark gloomy clouds.
Seeing that one man who charged out, the clansmen of the Chen Clan, all of them boiled over.
“That’s the Heavenless Saint.”
A young woman from the Chen Clan was so excited that she almost fainted when she saw Chen Wutian on the back of the Jail Beast.
“Since the Heavenless Saint has taken action, the Ghost Saint will definitely die, provoking our Chen Family will not end well.”
The Heavenless Saint, Chen Wutian, was the youngest Saint of the Chen Family, and could be called the Chen Family’s number one heavenly pride for thousands of years, crossing over into the Saint realm at the age of seventy-two, with the title “Heavenless”.
Now, he was only ninety-four years old, which was quite young amongst the Saints.
In the Kunlun Realm, there was a saying, “One hundred years old is not a Saint”. It meant that without reaching the age of one hundred, it was impossible to be sainted.
Anyone who was able to attain sainthood before the age of one hundred was not a worldly hero.
For Chen Wentian to be able to seal sainthood at the age of seventy-two, it was evident of how amazing his natural talent was, and he could be called the soul figure in the hearts of the young martial artists of the Chen Family.
Seeing Chen Wentian kill out, the Ghost Saint revealed a look as if he was facing a great enemy, and began to fully mobilise the holy qi in his body, injecting it into the Blood Soul Ghost Streamer.
The Blood Soul Ghost Streamer fluttered against the wind, emitting a “whirring” sound.
In an instant, a gust of gloomy wind gusted between heaven and earth, and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine blood-red ghost shadows rushed out from the Blood Soul Ghost Streamer. Some of them stood in the void, while others stood on the ground, a thousand strange and rosy sights, as if ten thousand ghosts were devouring the gods.
“Chen Wutian, you’re just a junior, and you dare to make a move against this Saint, today, this Saint will teach you a good lesson, on behalf of the King of the Eastern Region.”
The Ghost Sage stood in the void and waved the Blood Soul Ghost Streamer out, and immediately, the Yin soldiers and ghosts between the heavens and the earth rushed towards Chen Wutian in an overwhelming manner.
Standing on the ground and looking upwards, one could only see a black cloud of yin that transformed into a bizarre form of teeth and claws, as if it wanted to devour Chen Wutian.
It had to be said that the Ghost Saint’s cultivation was indeed quite profound, and the Blood Soul Ghost Streamer that he had forged was even more of a terrific battle weapon, and at this moment, he was considered to be truly using the power of the Sacred Dao.
The crowd below, all of them felt unable to catch their breath, and the scene in front of them was as if the gates of hell had opened.
“The strength of the Ghost Saint, it’s surprisingly so strong, no wonder the imperial court failed to get rid of him even after sending troops to besiege the Nine Death Cave several times.”Third Senior Brother Wan Ke said.
Zhang Ruochen asked, “So, is Chen Wutian his opponent?”
Wan Ke just laughed but did not answer.
In the clouds, a thunderous roar resounded.
“Break for me!”
Chen Wentian lifted his Square Heavenly Painted Halberd, condensed his holy qi, and struck forward, instantly shattering the 99,999 ghostly shadows into pieces and turning them into wisps of blue smoke.
The Ghost Sage was still cold with a skeleton-like ghostly face, however, his heart was terrified beyond measure, simply not expecting Chen Wentian to be so powerful.
With just one strike, he had actually broken the Ten Thousand Ghosts Grand Formation.
The Ghost Saint had just taken a step backward, but he realised that Chen Wentian had already killed in front of him. The tip of the Square Heavenly Painted Halberd was like the light of a shooting star, stabbing him in front of him in a split second and rushing straight towards his pupils.
The Ghost Saint immediately waved his Blood Soul Ghost Streamer and blocked forward.
“Stab-la!”
The Square Heavenly Painted Halberd spun rapidly, forming a huge vortex that tore the Blood Soul Ghost Streamer apart as if it were rags and flew out.
The Ghost Saint was just about to return fire, however, Chen Wutian struck even faster than him, swinging the Square Sky Painted Halberd and sweeping it towards him.
“Pfft!”
The tip of the Square Sky Painted Halberd tore a long bloody gash in the Ghost Saint’s abdomen, just short of severing the Ghost Saint’s body in two.
“Since you’re called a Ghost Saint, you should go be a ghost, what’s the point of being a human?”
Chen Wutian was full of valour, and with a flash of his body, he appeared in front of the Ghost Saint, and struck out with a palm, striking the Ghost Saint’s chest, piercing through the Ghost Saint’s chest directly, and bursting the flesh and blood on his back.
Even standing dozens of miles away, one could hear the sound of the Ghost Saint’s ribs and spine breaking.
“Boom! ”
The Ghost Saint’s body, thrown away, crashed to the ground, suffering severe trauma, almost half-ruined.
“Roar!”
In the other direction, endless flames surged out from the Hammer Saint’s body, turning a hundred miles around, into a sea of fire.
His body continued to expand, increasing in height by ten times, transforming into a giant spirit war god, with every single meridian protruding out, as if it was an iron cable buried inside his muscles.
The Heaven Shaking War Hammer in the Hammer Saint’s hand also became abnormally huge, just like a small crimson mountain.
The Heaven Shaking War Hammer was made from a heavenly meteorite, and even amongst the Saints, there were very few people who were able to move it.
In terms of physical strength alone, the Hammer Saint was considered to be at the top level within the Black Market Saints.
As his arm fell, the Heaven Shaking War Hammer quickly charged downwards, striking at the top of Chen Wutian’s head.
“Wow!”
Chen Wentian did not retreat but advanced, swinging his Square Heavenly Painted Halberd with one hand, slashing on top of the Heaven Shaking War Hammer, directly sending the Heaven Shaking War Hammer and the Hammer Saint flying out at the same time.
“The power of the Hammer Saint is nothing more than that.”
Chen Wutian struck a second blow, and the Square Sky Painted Halberd directly slashed at the Hammer Saint’s body, slapping the Hammer Saint inside the dirt. On the ground, a large pit was left behind.
Only when Hammer Saint climbed out of the pit again did the crowd see that the left side of Hammer Saint’s head was a bloody mess, and his skull seemed to be cracked open with gaps.
Moreover, the Hammer Saint’s left ear and left arm were even chopped off by the Square Sky Scroll, and half of his body became a bloody mess.
Luckily, he had dodged the vitals, otherwise, with that strike just now, Chen Wenshi would have been able to kill him.
All of the younger generation of the Chen Family’s blood boiled up, feeling hearty. If one offended the Chen Family, one would definitely have to pay a heavy price, and a Saint could not be an exception.
What was a strong person?
This was the true Gaijin Strongman!
The Ghost Saint and Hammer Saint were both old devils who had been famous for more than three hundred years, and in the Eastern Region, it could be said that no one knew about them. In the eyes of ordinary martial artists, they were ghost and god-like existences, and no one dared to treat them with disrespect.
However, when Saint Skyless struck, he defeated the two Saints in a row with lightning speed, naturally, it was a great success and made the Chen Clan’s clan members’ Qi rise.
“East Lawless, West Lawless. It really lives up to its name, making it impossible not to admire it.”Third Senior Brother Wan Ke sighed.
“East Lawless, West Lawless” was the first line of the Heroic Fugue.
Among them, “East Lawless” referred to Chen Wutian of the Eastern Domain.
The complete Heroic Fugue:
East Lawless, West Lawless. South Mind Technique, North Rain Field. The Central Region and the Nine Provinces have a trillion trillion trillion. Ten years a small era, a hundred years a big era. A hundred years of Kunlun, who is the master? In the Hero’s Fugue, the world is interpreted.
The Hero’s Fugue includes five of the most outstanding people in the Kunlun world over the past hundred years, and Chen Wutian is one of them.
For the five people on the Heroes’ Fugue, the so-called first in the Heavenly Ranking is just like a group of children fighting for the first place, and it has long been something left over from their play.
Chen Wentian rode on the back of the Jail Beast and came in front of the Ghost Sage, pointing his Square Heavenly Painted Halberd against the Ghost Sage’s chest, saying, “Just by the two of you, you also dare to come to the Sacred King’s Mansion to make trouble, and you also don’t weigh your own pounds and weights?”
“With just the two of them, of course, they wouldn’t dare to come to the Chen Family to cause trouble. What if they add me?”
At the edge of the sky, amidst the dark overcast clouds, an old man with a slim figure walked out.
The old man looked to be in his seventies, wearing a greenish-grey cloth coat, with a head of long black hair, and on his feet was a pair of plain straw shoes, appearing to be very ordinary, and on his body, there was no powerful fluctuation in his aura.
Such an old man, on the street, casually throwing out a stone, would be able to smash down a large area.
“Greetings to the City Lord.”
Bu Qianfan and all the evil cultivators of the black market all dropped to one knee and bowed respectfully to that one old man.
Even the heavily injured Hammer Saint immediately lowered his head and bowed to him.
Chen Wutian revealed an unprecedented look of gravity, his eyes narrowing into a thin slit as he said, “So it’s the Nine Spectres Sword Saint, senior came to the Eastern Domain Sacred City and didn’t inform him in advance?”
The Nine Spectres Sword Saint, was one of the three great Sword Saints of the Eastern Domain, and at the same time, was also the City Lord of the Nine Spectres City, a top powerhouse of the Evil Dao, a figure who called the winds and the rain.
As long as he casually stomped his foot, the entire Eastern Domain would tremble with him.
“Worthy of being an Eastern Lawlessness, the younger generation is fearful!”
The Nine Spectres Sword Saint smiled faintly and added, “Old me came to the Holy City of the Eastern Domain this time mainly because of that one junior from the Holy Academy. This son killed Old Master’s disciple, Huang Shenyi, so of course Old Master can’t just stand by and watch. As long as the Chen Clan hands him over, old me can turn around and leave right now.”
Without the need for the Nine Spectres Sword Saint to name him, everyone knew that he was referring to Zhang Ruochen.
It had to be said that Zhang Ruochen had indeed offended the Black Market too viciously, and a Young Lord and seven Star Ambassadors that the Black Market had spent a great deal of effort to cultivate had been folded in Zhang Ruochen’s hands one after another.
Zhang Ruochen had first dug out Emperor Yi’s Demonic Heart, nearly killing the Young Lord that the Black Market had cultivated. Then, Zhang Ruochen captured the Orange Moon Star Envoy, a disciple of the Ghost Saint, and killed the Yellow God Star Envoy, a disciple of the Nine Peeps Sword Saint.
The green-robed Star Envoy had not died in Zhang Ruochen’s hands, but had died in the Xuanwu Market Realm, and the Saints of the Black Market had put this debt on Zhang Ruochen’s head, naturally.
What Zhang Ruochen did was simply slapping the Black Market’s face over and over again.
How could the Evil Dao martial artists of the Black Market continue to endure?
