Chapter 873: Surrounded by Enemies

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The little Divine Fire Jingmie contained in the magma penetrated the protection of the Holy Qi condensed by Zhuang Xuankong, and flooded onto him.

Seeing the hot wave coming toward him, the operation of Zhuang Xuankong’s Holy Qi slowed down instantly. He felt shocked and covered his body with the Yin and Yang Chessboard, then rapidly retreated in a ghosty way.

“Zhuang Xuankong did feel restrained by fire and Masculine Qi.”

Zhang Ruochen nodded, and went on transferring the Masculine Qi in his Xuan Embryo to suppress Zhuang Xuankong’s Feminine Qi.

His fingers pinched into sword sign, and displayed the Mountain-River Sword Techinque.

“Penetrate mountain and split the earth.” Abyss Ancient Sword rushed from Zhang Ruochen’s hand, and hit heavily like a mountain on the chest of Zhuang Xuankong.

It was a superior-class Ghost Level Sword Technique, and with Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation, it had given out irresistible power.

The battle sword flew out and made a low noise. Shadows with mountain- and river-like patterns were condensed surrounding it, pressing down hard.

Zhuang Xuankong was no ordinary person. He stepped onto the ground and held the chessboard with one hand. Holy Qi was seen gushing from his palm and entering the chessboard constantly.

Boom!

Abyss Ancient Sword hit the center of the Yin and Yang Chessboard, and forced Zhuang Xuankong to retreat several steps, leaving a row of footprints almost 15 cm deep.

Zhuang Xuankong shook his painful arms, and his eyes looked even gloomier.

It was a huge shame of him that he, a Sixth Level Half-Saint, should be beaten by a Fish-Dragon Realm monk. Once word got out, his reputation would be greatly affected.

“Go.”

Zhang Ruochen didn’t want to fight any longer. He landed on the back of Blackie, rushed to the dark night, and prepared to leave.

“Where do you think you can go?”

King Thousand-elephant and Zhuang Xuankong raced from his right and left side, and threw the Thunder God Axe and Spear and the Yin and Yang Chessboard to Zhang Ruochen respectively.

Thunder God Axe and Spear hovered in midair, giving out densely formed purple lightning, and then fell fast to hit Zhang Ruochen’s head with a sharp wind-splitting noise.

The Yin and Yang Chessboard gave out cold Qi, condensed a black light at the center of the chessboard, attempting to chop Zhang Ruochen below.

Naturally Zhang Ruochen felt tremendous pressure, as if dozens of mountains were pressing toward his head. Once they fell on him, he would be crushed into pieces.

Although protected by Blackie’s Holy Qi, Li Min was seriously injured by the power of saint weapons. Blood kept bleeding out from her lips, and her face turned pale.

“Sword Three.”

Zhang Ruochen released all Sword Intent of his body, and put it into the Abyss Ancient Sword to strike toward the flying Thunder God Axe and Spear.

Sword Three stood for three strands of power from heaven, earth and humans. As long as it was practiced to the utmost, the combination of the three strands of power would give out terrible power surpassing any ordinary Saint Spell.

Even if Zhang Ruochen hadn’t practiced it to the utmost, his display of Sword Three would be extraordinary as well, as he had reached the state of Human Sword as a sword master. The penetration of Sword Three was great enough to crack the surface with a mere touch, even that of a saint weapon.

“Boom.”

The blade hit Thunder God Axe and Spear. The power of each was about the same. Therefore, it took a moment for them to fly backwards respectively.

Zhang Ruochen’s state of sword master and battle soldiers all took the upper side. However, his cultivation was too far from that of King Thousand-elephant. It was already an astonishment that he could struggle with King Thousand-elephant.

Above, in the sky, the black lighting from the Yin and Yang Chessboard was like a cold Heavenly Sword spreading from heaven to the earth. One chop, and it would leave a black gully more than ten meters deep.

Thick cold ice would grow around the gully and freeze the earth.

Luckily, Blackie was quick enough to run away from the continuous attacks of black lighting. Otherwise, Zhang Ruochen would have been defeated within ten moves if he wanted to fight both King Thousand-elephant and Zhuang Xuankong with his current cultivation.

The round and bright moon hung in the center of the sky, giving a sharp contrast to the terrible fight between the three powerful figures on the ground.

A scholarly middle-aged man stood at the top of a mountain about 50 km away.

He carried a simple and ancient black sword on his back. He looked slender. He gave a deep look at the battlefield far way, and said, “Zhang Ruochen used Sword Three to fight with King Thousand-elephant. Judging from its power, he has almost practiced to its utmost.”

The man was called Jian Kongzi, the top of ten powerful figures picked up by Wan Zhaoyi from the camp of the Ministry of War in Yuan Mansion, much more powerful than King Thousand-elephant or the Werewolf King of the North.

He was a terribly strong sword warrior, whose cultivation had reached about Seventh Level of Half-Saint. He had lived for almost 200 years, but looked like a 40 year-old instead.

The age of 200 years old was like a gap for a Half-Saint.

Before entering into 200 years old, a Half-Saint could use his strong Holy Qi to sustain the livelihood of his body and to slow down the decaying of his appearance and organs.

But, after passing 200 years old, a Half-Saint would become old all of a sudden, with his appearance becoming as old as his real age. His hair would all be white, with blood Qi running low and physical strength decreasing.

If no magic happened to him, he could only improve his battle strategies or comprehension of the saintly way, but not his cultivation on his own.

In other words, once a Half-Saint reached 200 years old, his life would be settled.

Jian Kongzi had been a rare talent when he was young, and even could compete with a Saint Body. His defeat of the Lord of Blood Dragon Hall three years ago had pushed his own reputation to the utmost, making him one of the most influential figures of Yuan Mansion.

But he knew clearly that without a miracle happening to him, he could never reach the state of a saint.

What’s the meaning of his cultivation then if he couldn’t become a saint?

Countless talents in Kunlun’s Field felt obsessed with becoming a saint before they reached 200 years old. Therefore, some of them would feel as if they were being played by destiny and end up on an evil way. What’s worse, some even fell to hell at the end.

And now, a chance was placed in front of Jian Kongzi. Wan Zhaoyi had promised him that if he could capture Zhang Ruochen, he would give him a Divine Medicine Pill Xuelan.

Taking in a Divine Medicine Pill Xuelan, Jian Kongzi would be completely confident that he could reach the state of a Ninth Level Half-Saint before he turned 200 years old. By then, he would be only a step away from becoming a saint.

Jian Kongzi used to think that it would easy to kill a Fish-Dragon Realm monk with his cultivation, just like an elephant killing an ant.

But after he saw Zhang Ruochen’s moves, he felt uneasy.

“The man was terribly powerful. He’s only a Fish-Dragon Realm monk, but he could compete with King Thousand-elephant and Zhuang Xuankong. It’s hard to imagine what he would be like once he reaches the state of a Half-Saint,” said Feng Qin.

Feng Qin was a three meters tall giant. His arm was as thick as the waist of a common man. Eight pieces of armor were seen on his body, covering his arms, legs, abdomen and chest.

Thick muscles were covered by the armor, making him like Hercules. “If he was just an ordinary man, the Empress wouldn’t give the direct warrant for him.”

Jian Kongzi gave Feng Qin a glance, and added, “He has practiced Sword Three to the utmost of a Fish-Dragon Realm monk, which would have won over the Sword Emperor in the past.”

Jian Kongzi sighed to himself. He used to be called a genius just like him. But he had never practiced even Sword One to the utmost as a Fish-Dragon Realm monk.

Compared with Zhang Ruochen, his talent was nothing.

“But since he hasn’t reached the state of a Half-Saint, I could crush him no matter what,” said Jian Kongzi confidently.

All sword masters had confidence in themselves.

Sword Three displayed by Zhang Ruochen had shocked other monks as well. The sound of breathing hard was heard under the night sky.

They discussed secretly, and agreed. “It is of importance that the Empress wanted Zhang Ruochen captured. If he grew up fully, he would be a real threat to the Empress’s reign.”

Blackie was at about the same speed as Zhang Ruochen, who had used Luan Phoenix Deity Print Speed technique. So it naturally ran far ahead of King Thousand-elephant and Zhuang Xuankong.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t relax. Suddenly, he raised his head and found a tower-like giant person standing on the head of a giant black scorpion, getting in his way.

He was several times stronger than ordinary people. And the giant black scorpion underneath him was even more huge. Its pliers were about 6 to 7 meters long, looking sharp.

Hundreds of blood red patterns were seen on the surface of giant scorpion’s body. It lay on the ground, almost pressing the ground down.

“King Giant Scorpion and Feng Qin.”

Li Min felt desperate at the sight of the giants in front of her.

Just King Thousand-elephant and Zhuang Xuankong had forced them to run away. How could they survive the attacks plus Feng Qin?

Puff.

Feng Qin stood on the head of the Giant Scorpion and took a deep breath. The air in the surrounding space about 50 kms in diameter was all taken by him.

His belly stood out to become a giant round ball.

Even with manly eyes, the white brilliance could be seen coming from inside its belly, as if a strand of terrible power was about to burst out.

Immediately after, Feng Qin opened its mouth and thousands of blades rushed out from it belly, making a scary noise.

Some of the wind blades even condensed into the shape of human or beast.

Any human- or beast-shaped wind blade could kill a Half-Saint.

And so, by extension, the power of a hurricane containing human- or beast-shaped wind blades would be unconquerable.