The sky gradually darkened, the clouds became grey-black, and there was only a round of bright moon, hanging above the dome of the sky, emanating light as if it were a layer of thin silver veil.
Under the moonlight.
Regardless of how many people were talking, however, Zhang Ruochen was ultimately guarding Huang Yichen’s side, and the two of them, together, travelled towards the top of the Book Mountain without slowing down or hurrying.
“Rather an infatuated person.”
Ouyang Huan’s right hand fingers, tapping on the armrest of the Boundary Zi Seat, his lips moved, coalescing his voice into three sound shuttles, transmitting his voice to the three Devil Cult experts below.
People who were even more infatuated were ultimately enemies.
As long as he was an enemy, he had to be defeated.
Upon hearing Ouyang Huan’s voice transmission, above the Celestial Pride Seat at the front of the rankings, all of a sudden, there were three silhouettes that left their seats and marched towards the steps of the climb, blocking Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yichen’s path.
Among them, the person standing at the forefront was none other than the Demon Sect’s Little Saintess, Mu Lingshi.
Mu Lingshi wore a wide black robe, with a silver crescent mark imprinted on her back, and her snow-white skin, with the black robe, formed a stark contrast.
Her face was extraordinarily beautiful, with delicate features, looking as if she was a fifteen or sixteen year old girl, both pure and lovely, but also quite cold and evil.
Behind Mu Lingshi, on the left and right sides, stood a man and a woman respectively.
The man on the left side was the first Dark Night Messenger of the Devil Cult’s Dark Night Palace, named Ling Ji.
Ten years ago, Ling Ji’s cultivation had already reached the peak of the Ninth Transformation of the Fish Dragon.
Ling Ji’s understanding of the Sacred Dao had reached an extremely high level, and he might break through to the Half Saint realm at any time.
The woman on the right was the number one expert under the Demon Cult’s Five Shakes Palace’s Half-Saint, Rakshasa, who was also at the Ninth Transformation of the Fish Dragon realm.
The three of them, respectively, represented the strongest strengths of the Holy Maiden Palace, Dark Night Palace, and Five Brakes Palace, and all of them possessed Saint Body level physiques, which could be called the Three Great Saint Bodies.
Zhang Ruochen stopped his steps, raised his head, and glanced towards the three Demon Cult experts above him.
Finally, his gaze, landed on Mu Ling’s body.
The eyes of the two of them, locked with each other, and at the same time, they faintly smiled.
Mu Lingxi’s fragrant .Tongue, gently licked her lips, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she said in a cold voice, ”Lin Yue, you and Huang Yichen retreat! Seeing that you are infatuated with her, this Holy Maiden can take it upon herself to let you guys occupy one of the Heavenly Pride Seats.”
Zhang Ruochen calmly said, “What if I must ascend to a higher position with her? For example, the first of the one hundred and eight king seats.”
Mu Lingshi’s eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen without blinking.
No one knew, at this moment, what was going through her mind?
A moment later, an icy look appeared on Mu Lingshi’s face as she said, “Must we fight?”
Zhang Ruochen glanced towards Huang Yichen, and then, towards Mu Lingshi, saying, “I promised County Lord Yichen that I would at least escort her and sit in a King’s Seat.”
Mu Lingshi had yet to open her mouth.
Ling Ji, who was standing behind her on the right side, but snorted coldly, “Lin Yue, you have wasted six of my sect’s experts in a row, tonight, not to mention that there is no place for you in the King’s Seat, it is also unknown if you can walk down the Book Mountain in one piece. Your Highness, why bother talking so much nonsense with him, let’s strike together and waste him first, then waste Huang Yichen.”
Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingshi’s gazes met each other’s, and both seemed to be able to read the meaning to be expressed in the other’s eyes, and it was already very clear that this battle was definitely a must.
At the top of the mountain of books, even the extremely intelligent Sacred Book Talented Lady, was slightly frowning, also somewhat confused about Lin Yue, Mu Lingshi, and Huang Yichen, in the end, what kind of relationship were they in?
One must know that the Sacred Book Talent Girl had personally seen Lin Yue and Mu Lingshi having a private meeting, so it was evident that the relationship between the two, must be extraordinary.
However, Lin Yue seemed to like Huang Yichen even more.
Otherwise, why would he be willing to be a guard for her?
“Lin Yue actually went up against Mu Lingshi ……,” the Sacred Book Talented Lady’s jade hand, gently shook her folding fan, her eyes revealing a bright light, “This battle, it’s becoming more and more interesting.”
For some reason, when the Sacred Book Talented Maiden saw Mu Lingshi make a move to intercept Lin Yue and Huang Yichen, there was some secret joy in her heart.
The disciples of the Two Element Sect under the Book Mountain all became worried for Lin Yue when they saw Mu Lingshi, Ling Ji, and Rakshasa showing up.
“Ling Ji is the Dark Night Palace’s number one Dark Night Messenger, possessing the ‘Dark Spirit Holy Body’, a character who has been famous for decades, he would even join hands with someone to deal with Senior Brother Lin Yue, he is not afraid of losing his reputation?”
“The Rakshasa has cultivated into the ‘Three Spirit Treasure Body’, which is just as powerful as the Saint Body, the other four Shakras of the Five Shakras Palace combined are no match for her.”
“You’re all wrong!”
“The most powerful person is actually that little saintess of the Demon Sect, Mu Lingxi. You guys don’t see that she’s young and doesn’t have any fame, but she possesses the legendary Ice Phoenix Ancient Saint Body, which is more powerful than Ling Ji’s ‘Dark Spirit Saint Body’ and Rakshasa’s ‘Three Spirit Treasure Body’, and should be able to compete with Lin Yue’s Four Spirit Treasure Body. ”
“It is said that the High Priestess of the Demon Sect is very fond of Mu Lingxi. For her sake, not long ago, the High Priestess of the Demon Sect personally presided over a large-scale sacrifice in the Eastern Region Evil Lands to help her refine a drop of divine blood.”
“Divine blood? How huge is the energy of divine blood, would it be possible for a little woman like her to refine it?”
An Evil Dao expert from the Black Market, said, “This matter is true, that sacrifice, which was quite grand in scale, caused that mountainous area outside of Golden Night City to completely burn down, turning it into a red-coloured desert. It was because of the refining of a drop of divine blood that the Demon Sect’s Little Holy Maiden was able to cultivate to the Fish Dragon Seventh Transformation realm at such an age.”
“In my opinion, her cultivation seems to have reached the Fish Dragon Eighth Transformation.”
……
Many people were discussing Mu Lingshi, telling many legends about her.
In fact, it was quite normal, after all, it was the first time that Mu Lingshi had appeared on such a public occasion, and whether it was her “Ice Phoenix Ancient Saint Body” or her overwhelming beauty, she was sure to receive the attention of countless people.
“Rumble!”
Ling Ji raised his left foot and stomped downwards.
Instantly, a scroll under his feet quickly unfolded and extended, transforming into a miniature world.
On the scroll, Ling Ji and Rakshasa rushed out at the fastest speed, from the left and right sides of Mu Lingshi, at the same time, each striking out a martial art, striking Zhang Ruochen’s head and heart respectively.
“One Dragon Without Trace.”
Ling Ji held a one and two feet long black long lance and stabbed forwards, because his speed was so fast, his figure was as if he had disappeared from his original position.
Above the long lance, nine black light shuttles emerged, wrapping around the top of the lance pole, forming a block of scales that extended all the way to the tip.
“Rakshasa Nine Changes.”
Rakshasa mobilised the water-attribute power, wood-attribute power, and metallic power of the five elements, all at the same time, transforming into three tens of feet long aura rivers.
Her figure, split into nine, spread out in all directions.
It was only when she had rushed to Zhang Ruochen’s body that the nine slender figures reunited and simultaneously struck out a palm, striking Zhang Ruochen’s head from nine directions.
Both Ling Ji and Rakshasa knew that Zhang Ruochen was very powerful, thus, right after they struck, they unleashed a powerful attack.
“Nine Stars Ringing the Moon.”
Zhang Ruochen lifted the Golden Serpent Holy Sword and performed a sword technique, and immediately, nine sword lights were stabbed out in a row, striking above each of the nine figures of Rakshasa.
In the air, a muffled sound was heard.
Afterwards, the Rakshasa quickly flew backwards, and at the location of her abdomen, there was a bloody hole. Fresh blood, which soaked her black robe, in a large area.
Zhang Ruochen was about to go after Rakshasa, wanting to completely waste her.
As long as he was able to waste one person first, it would be much easier to deal with the other two.
Zhang Ruochen had only just taken a step forward to chase after her when he realised that Ling Ji’s long lance had already attacked in front of him, only three feet away from his heart.
“Worthy of being a Dark Spirit Saint Body, it’s fast enough.”
Zhang Ruochen had to give up chasing after the Rakshasa and immediately steadied his footsteps, thrusting his Golden Serpent Saint Sword violently downwards, plunging it into the ground and stabbing into the scroll.
“Boom!”
A field of sword qi presented itself, spreading out in all directions.
Among them, there were more than a dozen sword qi that struck Ling Ji’s body, sending him flying backwards tens of feet away.
“The Eight Deserts, the only one is me.”
At an unknown time, Mu Lingshi appeared above the field of sword qi, her entire body exuding a very deep holy qi that converged towards the palm of her right hand.
Immediately after, the snow-white jade hand, pressed downwards, striking out a huge hand seal that was a hundred feet long.
Countless people were watching the battle above the scroll, and when they saw the handprint that Mu Lingshi had struck, someone immediately exclaimed, “Eight Desolate Seal Technique.”
“That’s right, it is indeed the legendary Demon Sect’s stance, the Eight Desolate Seal Technique. Could it be that the Devil Sect’s Little Holy Maiden is cultivating the Eight Desolate Hexagonal Technique?”
The sealing technique that Mu Lingshi had performed had startled many people.
Martial skills were divided into four grades: human grade, spirit grade, ghost grade, and king grade.
Among them, the King Grade Martial Technique, also known as the “Sacred Technique”, completely transcended the stances, capable of cutting rivers with the sword, stepping on mountains with the feet, and destroying cities and ponds, and was incomparably powerful beyond the imagination of mortals.
Even a half-saint might not be able to cultivate a king-level martial art to its full completion.
Thus, for Fish Dragon Realm cultivators and some Half-Saints, a Ghost Grade Upper Grade martial skill was the strongest martial skill that could be successfully cultivated.
The power that erupted from the same Ghost Grade Upper Grade martial skill naturally differed.
Some of the most powerful Ghost Grade martial arts could explode with the power of a quasi-Saint Art, and were called “Jedi Techniques”.
The Devil Cult had ten great stunts, and the “Eight Desolate Seals” that Mu Lingshi had unleashed was one of them.
The hand seal pressed down, pressing the Sword Qi Domain that Zhang Ruochen had unleashed, causing it to sink downwards, just like a balloon that had been squashed.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the Sword Qi Domain shattered.
A sword Qi, uncontrolled, flew out in all directions.
Zhang Ruochen glanced upwards, appearing unperturbed as he stretched out one of his left hands, spreading his five fingers wide and mobilising the power of the five elements.
Immediately, the Water Attribute, Fire Attribute, Wood Attribute, Metallic Attribute, and Earth Attribute, five types of power, formed five aura torrents that converged towards his palm in a continuous stream. Causing the palm, too, to take on a multicoloured colour.
