God Emperor
chapter-1565

Su Jing saw the huge halo rising up in Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo and his expression changed abruptly. Only someone at his level would know how difficult it was to successfully cultivate the Death Halo.

But once it was cast, how could anyone under the Saint King Realm withstand it?

“No, I must save them even if I’m punished by the Truth Godly Palace.”

The few who’d entered the dojo were the future of Guanghan Field. He couldn’t let them die in there.

Su Jing was about to rush into the dojo when the huge halo suddenly shattered. There was also a pained cry. “Sword soul… You actually cultivated a sword soul…”

Inside the dojo.

King Yi grabbed his head with both hands and his body convulsed in pain. He couldn’t control his saintly power at all, so the Death Halo shattered before he could cast it fully.

Just then, Ling Feiyu had used the sword soul’s power to attack King Yi’s saint soul directly, injuring it greatly.

It was a big deal for any being to have their saint soul injured. On the lighter side, they would become listless. On the heavier side, their minds would break apart.

King Yi yelled in pain while sharp golden legs grew out of his body. Part of his skin turned into a hard shell. A moment later, he was a strange half-human, half-bug creature.

Clearly, after his saint soul was injured, he couldn’t even control his physical shape anymore.

A Cloud Field cultivator from the Insect Race rushed to his side. “King Yi, what’s wrong?”

“R…retreat…get out…”

King Yi knew his advantage was over, so he controlled his golden wings and hurried out to escape from Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo.

As long as he escaped, Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu would have to follow the rules of the Truth Godly Palace and couldn’t kill him anymore.

Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu knew that King Yi was a strong enemy. How could they let him leave alive? Thus, both used their fastest speed to pursue him.

The cultivators outside the dojo were all surprised. They didn’t know what had happened.

The Death Halo had just appeared. How could it suddenly shatter?

“Look, someone is running out of the dojo. Who is it?” A Spiritual Power Saint with the Heavenly Eyes suddenly cried out, pointing at the steps leading to the dojo.

Countless saintly eyes in the world focused in that direction.

A half-man, half-bug creature rushed out of the divine light that shone from the Osmanthus tree, appearing in their sight.

“It’s King Yi from the Golden-winged Insect Race.”

“It indeed is King Yi. He has strong royal blood and has come to the Truth Heavenly Domain many times to cultivate. He’s one of the top elites of Cloud Field and may become the next Supreme Saint of his race.”

“King Yi isn’t any weaker than Bai Ran in the half-step Saint King Realm.”

“He reached the Saint King Realm 60 years ago. With his strong body and talent, he must be at a much higher level by now.”

The cultivators outside the dojo from other worlds were quite familiar with Cloud Field and explained King Yi’s background.

But as the divine light outside the dojo faded, they finally saw clearly that King Yi was bleeding and…escaping with all his might. It was like his mortal enemy was chasing him.

“Am I seeing this incorrectly? King Yi is actually hurt!”

“Those six cultivators from Guanghan Field could force King Yi to run for his life? How is that possible? King Yi is so strong…”

They couldn’t believe their eyes. This kind of result was completely unlike their predictions.

Could it be Zhang Ruochen? This kind of thought appeared in many people’s minds.

Su Jing stopped, slightly taken aback, but he quickly smiled. Even King Yi had been injured and could only escape. It seemed that Guanghan Field had the absolute upper hand in this battle.

Just as King Yi was about to burst out of Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo, a powerful roar sounded before him.

“Where are you going?”

Zhang Ruochen used Spatial Move and jumped out of the void, appearing before King Yi. He hurled the purple godly mountain and smashed it onto him, making him bleed all over. His huge frame flew backward.

Ling Feiyu happened to hurry over from the back. She used Sword Way Xuangang and transformed into a sword rainbow, stabbing through King Yi’s body.

Thud.

His body fell heavily onto the ground, so injured that he couldn’t stand back up again. “Zhang Ruochen!” he yelled. “I am the first grandson of the Golden-winged Supreme Saint. If you dare to kill me, my grandfather will definitely take revenge and tear you into thousands of pieces.”

In order to prevent King Yi from deactivating his saintly source and killing them all, Zhang Ruochen acted decisively. He struck with a spatial crack, hitting King Yi and killing him.

The cultivators who’d gathered outside the dojo all witnessed this and it was as if they’d become fossilized. They were dumbfounded.

Zhang Ruochen had killed a fourth step Saint King. That cultivator was also the grandson of a strong Supreme Saint.

The dozen Cloud Field cultivators who were still alive had just rushed out and saw Zhang Ruochen kill King Yi. They paled in fear and stopped, afraid to take another step.

Zhang Ruochen drank the Dragon and Mad Oxen Wine, so murderous intent bounded within him. He scanned the people and yelled, “Whoever dares to enter Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo will be killed. No one can dream about escaping!”

“F*ck, Zhang Ruochen is crazy now. He won’t let us go at all. Everyone, fight him to the end!”

A bald man from the Insect Race yelled and used a taboo spell. His saintly blood started burning and the power spreading out of him escalated.

The cultivators of Cloud Field all used taboo spells that used up their vitality to forcefully raise their combat ability.

“Zhang Ruochen, you forced us onto this path, so you must suffer from the consequences.”

“You don’t give me a chance to survive, so we must die together.”

Some of the Cloud Field cultivators searched for a chance to deactivate their saintly sources with death in their minds. They wanted to die with Zhang Ruochen and get rid of one of Cloud Field’s greatest enemies.

The dozen Cloud Field cultivators charged over wildly.

Zhang Ruochen stood at the bottom of the steps. Instead of retreating, he took out a Tiangang Purple Fire Rune and activated the patterns on it. He sent it out.

Then he used the purple godly mountain as a shield before him.

Boom!

Wild power swept through half of the Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo. Purple fire spread everywhere, melting the soil into golden liquid in many places.

When Zhang Ruochen moved the mountain aside, the cultivators of Cloud Field had all fallen to the ground in shattered remnants. They popped and crackled like a bonfire.

“What a pity,” Zhang Ruochen said. “I wasted another one.”

A large group of cultivators was gathered outside the dojo. Earlier, they’d all been deep in discussion, but now, they all fell deathly silent.

Only wind whipped through the crowd.

Perhaps they’d held their breaths for too long. A moment later, everyone started gasping sharply.

“Too bloody, too cruel, too extreme.”

A youth with a devilish pattern on his forehead started yelling, “Who said that Zhang Ruochen doesn’t deserve to be first on the Saints Merits Rank? You almost killed me! Thankfully, King Yi and the cultivators of Cloud Field tested Zhang Ruochen’s true strength. Otherwise, I would’ve gone stupidly to challenge him. With his cruel tactics, I would’ve died!”

It wasn’t just this youth that had wanted to challenge Zhang Ruochen earlier.

But seeing how brave, cruel, and bloody Zhang Ruochen was, who still dared to do that? It was clear that he was a murderous demon.

“I’ve seen the battle projection of Zhang Ruochen in Zuling Field,” another cultivator said. “He killed so many Luosha by himself that the army had to escape like dogs. And you all still dare to offend him? You think you’re living too long?”

Around 120 miles away from the Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo stood a man and woman. They wore pale blue robes. The word “truth” was embroidered on the collars.

There was also a white crane embroidered on the sleeves.

Wearing sky-blue robes with cranes meant that they were divine disciples of the Truth Godly Palace. They had big backgrounds and could patrol the Truth Heavenly Domain. They were powerful and couldn’t be compared to by third, second, or first-tier disciples.

The man looked very young—around 20 years old. “Zhang Ruochen caused such bloodshed as soon as he came to the Truth Heavenly Domain. It’s clear that he wants to set up a reputation and make everyone fear him.”

“As expected.”

The woman had a white veil over her face and her body had an ethereal aura. She was mysterious like the moon in the clouds or a flower in the mirror.

After a pause, she said, “Perhaps, this is only the beginning of the bloodshed.”

The man nodded. “Guanghan Field has been bullied for 100,000 years and the resentment built up is like the water in the ocean. They have to vent it out. The appearance of Zhang Ruochen, this Time and Space Descendant, will definitely be the start of a storm in the Truth Heavenly Domain.”

“What does the Divine Master say?”

The woman’s voice was gentle like a creek.

“The Divine Master says,” the man said, “that this is the extension of that battle from 100,000 years ago. The Truth Godly Palace won’t get involved. As long as the situation can still be controlled and they don’t break any rules of the Truth Godly Palace, we’ll just watch on.”

“That side is represented by Shang Ziyan. Can Zhang Ruochen beat him?” the woman asked without any emotions.

After a pause, the man chuckled. “Didn’t Shang Ziyan already lose a few days ago? Zhang Ruochen is Saint Monk Xumi’s heir, after all. He controls the Way of Time and Space. He might be able to cut a path in the darkness.

“Plus, Zhang Ruochen might not only have enemies in the Heaven World. I’ve read the scrolls from 100,000 years ago carefully and analyzed them. The Taoist heir might go interact with him. The Buddhist line also benefited from Saint Monk Xumi. Instead, it’s the Time Godly Palace and Space Godly Palace that are hard to predict.”

 1“When the major ways compete, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood,” the woman said. “When the fire of hatred burns, only the blood of the dead can extinguish it.”

The wind blew past.

The man and woman faded, disappearing from the plains.