Chapter 874: Thousand Lines of Destruction

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Feng Qin must have had a thorough understanding of the Rules of Wind to have given full play to the power of wind.

Zhang Ruochen put on a serious face, called the Abyss Ancient Sword back and held it tightly in his hand. He dashed forward, landed on the ground and suddenly put the sword into it.

Chi!

Countless sword Qi rushed out from the sword, interweaving in the void and forming a Sword Qi Domain.

Zhang Ruochen let Space Domain out as well, and overlapped it with Sword Qi Domain.

Wind blades kept hitting Sword Qi Domain, cracking sword Qi into black smoke.

Suddenly, twelve translucent human shadows rushed out from the wind blades, each heavily armored, and about 33 meters tall. They attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

With a boom, Sword Qi Domain was finally crushed.

Zhang Ruochen, at the center of the Domain, felt like he’d been hit by twelve fist prints, and had to retreat quickly. Luckily, he still had Space Domain to protect him, so he stabilized his pace quickly.

“Space twist.”

Zhang Ruochen controlled space with great difficulty, and reversed the space surrounding him to make all wind blades fly backwards.

Feng Qin saw the wind blades fly back, and shrank his eyes and clapped in front of himself.

With his body as the center, the wind between the heaven and the earth formed a giant bell of up to 66 meters, wrapping him and the black giant scorpion inside the bell body.

Just as Zhang Ruochen went all out to fight Feng Qin, King Thousand-elephant caught up from behind, and threw the Thunder God Axe and Spear to stab at Zhang Ruochen’s vest.

King Thousand-elephant was a Sixth Level Half-Saint, whose strike with full strength naturally burst out unparalleled speed and power. Zhang Ruochen could never dodge aside.

And Zhang Ruochen couldn’t dodge now. He didn’t have time to transfer the power of space. He could only turn around his body and display Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm to hit in his front.

“Thousand Palms of Dragon and Elephant.” Thousands of palm prints showed up with only one palm.

Just a palm pat performed by Zhang Ruochen in a hurry couldn’t defend the battle warriors and saint weapon with the full strike of King Thousand-elephant. With dozens of lightning strikes, the Thunder God Axe and Spear crashed all palm prints and hit the real palm of Zhang Ruochen.

King Thousand-elephant revealed a sneer. “It’s the end. It will be I, Qi Sheng, who kills the Time and Space Descendant.”

Powerful as it was, a human body couldn’t defend itself from a saint weapon.

What’s more, the one who threw the saint weapon had reached Sixth Level Half-Saint. Nobody could stop it barehanded, except for saints.

All monks hidden in the dark held their breath and looked at Zhang Ruochen attentively. The picture of the Thunder God Axe and Spear penetrating Zhang Ruochen’s body showed up in their minds.

If King Thousand-elephant could kill Zhang Ruochen this time, he would definitely make a name for himself. Wealth and honor would come to him for sure.

Many people felt jealous and envied him. Only a few people felt pity for Zhang Ruochen. After all, a talent like Zhang Ruochen was rarely seen in thousands of years. It would be a shame that he should end up like this.

“But it’s still a brilliant death for Zhang Ruochen. A Fish-Dragon Realm monk was ambushed by three Sixth Level Half-Saints. He was the only person who could defend himself for such a long time.”

“It’s really a pity. His identity as a Time and Space Descendant has made his an enemy to the world. Nobody would allow him to develop.”

“It’s no pity at all. He’s a criminal wanted by the Empress. He didn’t have any other choice than being killed.”

…

While everyone assumed Zhang Ruochen’s death, colorful Chaotic Qi burst out from his body and became a giant lotus to wrap him in its center.

The colorful brilliance went down to the ground and up through the sky to divide the space into five parts, filling each with black, white, red, green and yellow color.

Boom.

The Thunder God Axe and Spear threw by King Thousand-elephant hit the colorful palm of Zhang Ruochen, and a noise of metal crashing sounded.

Zhang Ruochen kept sliding back until he was dozens of meters away. He hit against a more than ten meter tall rock, and crushed the rock into pieces.

Blood dripped from his right palm and seeped through the soil.

But Zhang Ruochen still stood on the ground. He didn’t fall down.

King Thousand-elephant felt quite shocked seeing the colorful brilliance coming out of Zhang Ruochen’s body. He squeezed the words through his teeth, “Five…Elements…Chaotic…Body…”

Not only King Thousand-elephant, but other monks also found it hard to believe it.

“How could he truly work out Five Elements Chaotic Body!”

“Oh my god, Five Elements Chaotic Body plus Tenth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm, and he could transfer the power of space and time. Once Zhang Ruochen becomes a saint, all saints in Kunlun’s Field would become alerted.”

“Is that really Five Elements Chaotic Body?”

“It surely is. Otherwise, he could never have been able take that strike from King Thousand-elephant.”

…

By bursting out Five Elements Chaotic Power, Zhang Ruochen did successfully defend himself from the strike of King Thousand-elephant. But he was also heavily wounded, and his arms trembled a little.

Li Min looked at Zhang Ruochen’s shadow in the dust, and was totally attracted by him. He was no longer a boorish middle-aged man, but an incomparable genius.

He could fight with three powerful figures at such a young age. Even the unparalleled Wan Zhaoyi could not defeat him.

Blackie worried about Zhang Ruochen very much, and passed the message, “They are all killers. Zhang Ruochen, you should ask Ghost King Bloodmoon to come out, otherwise we could never escape.”

But Zhang Ruochen didn’t feel like asking Ghost King Bloodmoon out. If he asked Ghost King Bloodmoon to solve all his problems for him, what was the meaning of him improving his cultivation?

But Zhang Ruochen gave a cold look, and said, “If you force me, I will have to slaughter you all.”

Shua!

Zhang Ruochen flew back to behind Blackie. He pointed with his finger, and a white sword light flew to him and floated beside him.

It was the Taotian Sword.

Zhang Ruochen glanced around from King Thousand-elephant, Zhuang Xuankong, Feng Qin and others hidden in the dark. And he said in a low voice, “I just want to leave here tonight. If you want to stop me, I will kill you.”

“Hehe. You think you will be undefeatable with the Five Elements Chaotic Body? You can save it and boast like that after you become a saint.”

King Thousand-elephant smirked and grasped his Thunder God Axe and Spear to attack Zhang Ruochen again.

Zzzing.

Taotian Sword made a whistle and rose above slowly.

Qi of its sword form became more and more powerful every 3 meters as it rose up. And when it reached 33 meters high midair, its power terrified King Thousand-elephant.

“Is that…?” King Thousand-elephant felt bad and stopped to flee backwards quickly.

Shoop.

The Taotian Sword lit the night sky like a bright sun.

After one chop, King Thousand-elephant screamed and fell toward hell with a pounding sound.

A dozens-of-kilometers-long and about ten-meter-wide sword road appeared on the ground when Zhang Ruochen took the Taotian Sword back, as if it had cut the world into two pieces.

A half broken Thunder God Axe and Spear and a large spot of blood were seen at the other side of the sword road.

But King Thousand-elephant lay at the bottom of the sword road with his body cut into two parts. He kept trembling and finally became silent.

Silence.

It was all silent between heaven and earth.

Breaths were heard after a long time. Zhuang Xuankong was terrified and couldn’t help but retreat. He said to himself, “What a terrible sword.”

“Only a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon could hurt like that.”

“It was the No. 27 item of Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon List, the Taotian Sword. Don’t you recognize it? But with Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation, how could he activate the sword spirit of Taotian Sword and display the Thousand Lines of Destruction?”

Although Hundred-pattern Saint Weapon was rarely seen, a Half-Saint could still spend enough Spiritual Crystal to purchase one.

But a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon couldn’t be purchased no matter how much Spiritual Crystal you had. Even a saint would struggle to get one.

Every Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon had its own name in Kunlun’s Field.

A Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon could burst out Thousand Lines of Destruction, which was the reason why the court edited the Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon List to collect and supervise all of the Thousand-pattern Saint Weapons.

Once the Thousand Lines of Destruction burst out, it could easily destroy The Defender Formation and kill the inhabitants of a city.

Of course other ordinary monks would at most be able to have some powerful battle warriors, and couldn’t display the Thousand Lines of Destruction.

At least two terms had to be fulfilled to display Thousand Lines of Destruction.

First, the user would have to be recognized by the weapon spirit to activate it.

Second, the cultivation of the user must be above the Seventh Level Half-Saint to display the smallest power of the Thousand Lines of Destruction.

Once a Seventh Level Half-Saint activated Thousand Lines of Destruction from a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon, it would be possible for him to kill a Eighth Level Half-Saint, even a Ninth Level one.

Surely even a Seventh Level Half-Saint would have to consume all his Holy Qi to give one strike.

That’s why Zhang Ruochen’s ability to activate the sword spirit of the Taotian Sword and display the Thousand Lines of Destruction astonished them all.

Jian Kongzi was the only one onsite who remained calm.

He took the shape of a light shadow and flew to the opposite of Zhang Ruochen across the darkness. Then he condensed into human shape again, and said, “Zhang Ruochen, with your state, I was quite shocked by your activation of the Taotian Sword and display of the Thousand Lines of Destruction. But, do you still have the strength to hit the second strike?”

Jian Kongzi had lived for almost 200 years and was very insightful. Naturally he had seen that the last strike had cost all Holy Qi from Zhang Ruochen’s body. He could barely stand, not to mention hit a second strike.