Chapter 844: Battle of the Saints

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Thousands upon thousands of skull prints appeared on the surface of the brass coffin. They spread in all directions, forming an eerie hellish sight.

Because their cultivations were too far from each other, Zhang Ruochen’s Holy Qi couldn’t move at all under the other’s saintly might. Naturally, he couldn’t use Spatial Move to escape either. He could only use his strong body to fend off the might of the Ancient Necromancer Race’s Saint.

Yin Xuanji stood beside the brass coffin and sneered. “Zhang Ruochen, kneel before Saint Kongtong of the Ancient Necromancer Race?”

Clenching his jaw, Zhang Ruochen glared at him coldly.

Yin Xuanji had wanted to take care of Zhang Ruochen long ago. Thus, he wouldn’t give up on this chance. Taking a step forward, he was about to walk over, but he saw an extremely beautiful woman appear before Zhang Ruochen.

Powerful saintly might also burst from her, forcing Yin Xuanji back. He couldn’t take another step.

This beauty was naturally Ghost King Bloodmoon.

She walked over to Zhang Ruochen’s side. Extending a slender hand, she tapped Zhang Ruochen’s shoulder.

Whoosh!

Immense Ghost Qi surged from her palm. The Ghost Qi wrapped around Zhang Ruochen and the weight pressing down on him disappeared instantly.

Zhang Ruochen took two steps back. He stared at the brass coffin, eyes turning serious. The Ancient Necromancer Race had actually sent an elder of the Saint Realm here. The situation was now against them.

Even more importantly, Zhang Ruochen suspected that there were more Saints hidden nearby.

“How come a Ghost King appeared?”

No one expected there would be a Ghost King protecting Zhang Ruochen. Even Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan were shocked.

“Zhang Ruochen.” A raspy voice sounded from inside the coffin. “A mere Ghost King cannot save you. If you continue fighting, only death awaits.”

The voice was very low, but it traveled across the sea of lava, shaking the air.

“Don’t be so sure.”

Zhang Ruochen still looked unintimidated. He reached out and touched his spatial ring. Immediately, sword light flew out of his ring. It transformed into a saw-like sword hovering before him and Ghost King Bloodmoon.

Domineering power radiated from it, transforming into various beams of Sword Qi that flew through the sky.

“Taotian Sword!” a furious roar came from the coffin. The thousands of skull prints on the surface shook. “Sword Saint Xuanji actually gave you the Taotian Sword. So despicable.”

The Taotian Sword was 27th on the Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon List. One could imagine how powerful it was.

When Sword Saint Xuanji had wielded it, he could kill a Saint with one strike.

The Ghost Qi within Ghost King Bloodmoon flowed out of her and into the Taotian Sword.

Kaboom!

The sword shook violently. Multiple times more Sword Qi rushed out, forming a sea of Sword Qi. It swept over Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan.

Black Sword Qi flew out of the brass coffin. It curled around the two and flew out. When they landed, they were at the entrance of Ghost God Valley.

Ghost King Bloodmoon also waved her sleeve and tossed Zhang Ruochen dozens of miles away. Then she clenched her right hand, grabbing the Taotian Sword. The inscriptions on the surface quickly emerged.

The thousands of inscriptions emanated destructive saintly might like a river of thousands of Holy Qi beams. Zhang Ruochen was dozens of miles away, but he could still feel the pressure.

Whoosh!

A beam of Sword Qi that went from the ground to the heavens flew out of Ghost King Bloodmoon’s hand. It shattered the space into pieces.

At the same time, thousands upon thousands of skulls flew out of the brass coffin. But they were all crushed when they touched the Sword Qi. The brass coffin was a powerful saint weapon, but it couldn’t be compared to the Taotian Sword.

Crack!

The coffin caved in. Next, various fissures appeared. Like a fragile vase, it was about to break.

“Die!”

Ghost King Bloodmoon’s hair fluttered and her arms were sharp. Holding the Taotian Sword, she seemed to have become a female Sword Saint that was looking down on the world.

A fiery purple cloud flew up from the ground and charged towards Ghost King Bloodmoon.

There was a man wearing purple-gold armor inside the fiery cloud. His skin was sheet white and electricity crackled in his eyes. A golden ring flew out of his hands, attacking Ghost King Bloodmoon’s head.

She struck backwards with her sword.

With a cling, the Taotian Sword sent the golden ring flying backward. The ring of Saintly Power that radiated from the clash of the two saint weapons shattered the Ghost Qi within Ghost God Valley.

Zhang Ruochen was dozens of miles away, but he was still hit hard. He raised his Sword Qi Domain and Space Domain and slid back hundreds of meters.

Is that man clad in purple-gold Saint Kongtong’s battle corpse or one from another Saint of the Ancient Necromancer Race?”

Zhang Ruochen gazed at the fiery purple cloud in the sky. No matter what, it was bad.

Ghost King Bloodmoon could fend off one Saint with the Taotian Sword but definitely not two.

What should I do now? Zhang Ruochen’s mind whirred as he thought hard.

The broken brass coffin flew backwards. A hunched old man walked out. White hair spilled down, covering half of his wrinkly face.

This was Saint Kongtong. He was an ancient thing that was close to 500 years old. He was one of the oldest figures, even in the Ancient Necromancer Race.

His eye sockets were two black holes. It was as if he had no eyes at all. “The Taotian Sword is indeed powerful. If that old Xuanji was still alive, I might not be able to take his hit. However, if a Ghost King wields it, its power will unfortunately be reduced greatly.”

The purple-gold armored man in the sky said, “If we take the Taotian Sword, our race will have another saint weapon.”

Then the man put his hands together and sent out another golden ring. This ring spun quickly and enlarged. Finally, the ring was countless miles wide and hovered above Ghost King Bloodmoon.

Simultaneously, Saint Kongtong pressed on the ground and a huge force ripped the ground apart. The crack extended in both directions, snaking towards Ghost King Bloodmoon’s feet.

A crescent moon print emerged between Ghost King Bloodmoon’s brows. Her flawless snowy-white skin shone like moonlight. Her power also increased.

Kaboom!

She could actually counter two Saints’ spells by herself.

On the other hand, Saint Kongtong was too old and his Blood Qi had started failing. He couldn’t fight for long. The power that burst from him was weakening quickly. If the fight continued, Ghost King Bloodmoon might really be able to defeat the two Saints.

Crack.

Saint Kongtong flew back. A long gash opened up on his chest. Drops of saint blood flowed out, splashing onto the ground.

Saint blood contained monstrous power. Each drop that dripped on the ground resulted in a crater.

A moment later, the purple-gold armored man was also forced back. His golden ring cracked after suffering multiple hits from the Taotian Sword. If they continued clashing, this saint weapon might be destroyed completely.

Saint Kongtong’s eyes shone coldly. “Shiva!” he bellowed. “Are you still not going to act? Your Ghost Cultivation methods can control dead souls. It shouldn’t be hard for you two to take care of a Ghost King, right?”

An old woman appeared at the east of the Ghost God Valley. She leaned on a cane of withered wood and stood on the side of the lava sea. Smiling, she said, “It’s easy to take care of a Ghost King, but if I do so, how do we share the spoils?”

A third Saint had appeared.

This was Saint Shiva of the Ghost Cultivation Race. She was also an ancient creature who’d lived hundreds of years. She’d come to search for the Pill of Resurrection because she’d used up her longevity.

Saint Kongtong’s face darkened. “What do you mean?”

Saint Shiva smiled. A few wrinkles disappeared from her face. “The Shenwan Fruit, Taotian Sword, and Zhang Ruochen all belong to the Ghost Cultivation Race. The treasures in the sea of lava will be split between us. What do you think?”

To her, “Zhang Ruochen” was also a treasure. His value even surpassed the Shenwan Fruit and Taotian Sword.

Every part of him was valuable.

The Necromancer and Ghost Cultivation Race had intermarried for generations, but they would still get into bloody fights over benefits and interests.

Saint Kongtong huffed. “Shiva, you’re too greedy! Can you take it all?”

“You don’t agree?” Saint Shiva asked, chuckling.

Saint Kongtong obviously was unwilling. The Shenwan Fruit, especially, could add 100 years of longevity. This pertained to his life. How could he give it away? However, he also needed Saint Shiva’s power now to take care of that Ghost King. Thus, he had to swallow his pride.

“Fine! I agree,” Saint Kongtong said. “Take care of that Ghost King first so there aren’t any variables.”

Saint Shiva knew that many other forces were hiding nearby, eyeing this place covetously. However, they didn’t dare act rashly because the two ancient races were too powerful.

Right now, the best solution was indeed to get rid of Ghost King Bloodmoon and take control of Zhang Ruochen and the treasures in the lava sea.

A black jar flew out of her forehead. It shot into the air, rising above her head. The moment it appeared, Ghost King Bloodmoon felt extremely unsettled. She waved the Taotian Sword, striking towards the black jar.

Then the jar opened, releasing a patch of black clouds. Thousands of ghosts wailed inside the jar. It seemed to contain all of Hell.

Hearing the cries, Ghost King Bloodmoon’s felt ill at ease. Her entire body was wracked with pain and she cried out. Her body quickly disintegrated into strands of Ghost Qi, flying into the jar.

Thud. The Taotian Sword dropped down to the ground.