God Emperor - Chapter 1101
Chapter 1101: The Saint Look
The spatial power was not irresistible. Once the opponent’s power was strong enough, it could shake the space and resolve the spatial attack.
The spatial structure in the Blue Dragon Void World was fragile, so Zhang Ruochen could take advantage of it.
After the Giant Blood Formation being torn up, some strong cultivated Half-Saints retreated right away from the broken space.
Zhang Ruochen located the Ninth Level Half-Saint and followed him. He played the Luo Water Fist Techinque.
“Heavenly River Break Up.”
After the fist, thunder and wind rustling was heard in the whole oasis. The more than hundreds of meters long river of Holy Qi gushed out and hit the back of the Ninth Level Half-Saint after revolving around Zhang Ruochen.
Bang!
The blood wings of the Ninth Level Half-Saint’s back immediately broke and splashed blood.
Moaning was heard in his mouth. He fell from mid-air. All bones on his back were crushed and organs broken, but he didn’t die.
The higher an Immortal Vampire’s cultivation was, the stronger his life would be and the less likely it was that he could be killed.
Holy Qi flowed on Zhang Ruochen’s body. He chased after him like a killing god and threw the second fist to smash the Ninth Level Half-Saint’s body. And at last, he killed him.
Then, Zhang Ruochen moved on to rush to the blood pond. While he fought, the swollen feeling faded out. He was extremely excited.
He had a feeling that if he kept this condition, he would soon crack his state.
The other three Giant Blood Formations revolved quickly and stopped Zhang Ruochen from three different directions.
Prince Qingtian frowned and passed three sound waves to stop the commanders of the three Giant Blood Formation, asking them to retreat and not confront Zhang Ruochen.
The hard lesson which caused dozens of powerful figures of Qingtian Tribe made Prince Qingtian realize that it cost them dearly to use the Giant Combined Formations to deal with Zhang Ruochen in the Blue Dragon Void World.
If Zhang Ruochen ripped the space again to go through the Blood Formation, it would upset Prince Qingtian.
Gui Wu saw that Prince Qingtian was upset and stood out to say, “Your Highness, I want to fight.”
The big man with two heads and four arms, Chang Wan, also stepped forward and said, “I also want to meet the so-called Time and Space Descendant.”
Prince Qingtian nodded and said, “You two fight together and be careful. Zhang Ruochen could stop a dozen beast kings. He is not weak.”
It’s better to use powerful figures of his state to deal with Zhang Ruochen. In this case, the cost would be cut down to the lowest.
Gui Wu and Chang Wan were both powerful figures on the Half-Saint Outer Rank. One ranked No.92, the other No.154.
The power of the two powerful figures had surpassed beast kings and could fight some weak lower saints and didn’t fail after dozens of rounds.
“Zhang Ruochen has used the power of time and space to resist the beast kings. If confronting them, the beast kings could have smashed him into pieces with one move.” Chang Wan didn’t take Zhang Ruochen seriously.
Ranking No.154 on the Half-Saint Outer Rank, Chang Wan was surely a figure who could fight anyone under the state of saints.
Only the top ten super powerful people on the Half-Saint Rank and the Half-Saint Outer Rank would make him scared.
All Giant Blood Formations and Small Blood Formations retreated and made an area of more than 300 meters wide.
Hundreds of top figures of Immortal Vampires stood inside the Formation. They formed a circle to envelope Zhang Ruochen in its center.
Above the three Giant Blood Formations, three Thousand-pattern Saint Weapons hovered over each one of them. The three strands of Destruction of the Thousand-patterns given out had cut down the escape of Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen stood at the center and saw thick blood mist in the surrounding like four walls of blood red mist, connecting the earth with the sky.
Zoom!
Chang Wan walked out one of the mist walls. He was about 3 meters tall and had two heads and four arms. With each step, the earth quaked violently and rings of blood light spread up.
“There is a road to heaven and no door to hell, but you choose to intrude into the hell rather than go to heaven. Zhang Ruochen, do you really think that nobody could kill you?”
Chang Wan’s front arms picked two black lances. He walked to Zhang Ruochen’s opposite with powerful Qi.
Zhang Ruochen glimpsed at Chang Wan and said slightly, “You are not strong enough to fight me. Only your Prince of Qingtian Tribe is qualified. Let him out.”
“Wanting to fight His Highness? You don’t deserve it. You can’t even pass me.”
Chang Wan was one of the top figures of Qingtan Tribe, strong enough to fight saints. Being looked down on by Zhang Ruochen irritated him.
After he finished his words, Chang Wan made the move. The two black lances were almost alive, putting on thick scales and gushing out lightning and blood light.
Neither of the lances was an ordinary battle weapon. The power that exploded was close to that of a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon.
In fact, Zhang Ruochen didn’t look down on Chang Wan. After all, Chang Wan ranked higher than Sikong One and Sikong Two on the Half-Saint Outer Rank. He was not weak.
A little contempt would cause his failure.
Zhang Ruochen transferred all his Holy Qi to both his arms. All 72 apertures inside his body gave out Holy light to form a mysterious pattern.
Far away, Prince Qingtian was a little surprised. He said to himself, “He is working on his body and has made such a progress.”
The reason why Prince Qingtian exercised his body was that he had gotten an ancient technique, which told him to take in blood and strengthen his body in order to sanctify his body.
To sanctify his body, it would be much harder for a human than for Prince Qingtian.
Bang.
Zhang Ruochen displayed the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm. When he played the Ninth Palm, he had struck Chang Wan away.
Chang Wan landed on the ground again and slid back for dozens of meters, leaving a long track.
“How can you…be so powerful…”
Chang Wan found it hard to believe. The opponent’s palm was extremely powerful, which almost broke his arms. His ten fingers were even too painful to hold the lances tight.
He had refined a human saint before and had a strong body himself. Why did he fail so quickly?
Outside the oasis, Red Ant Beast King and Shizu Bird Beast King looked into each other’s eyes and felt shocked, too.
“Compared with last time, Zhang Ruochen’s power improved greatly again. I can’t take many strikes of him either,” said the Red Ant Beast King.
Shizu Bird Beast King spit a long breath, and said, “Maybe only Lord Demonic Dragon, Kui Bull Beast King or Golden Armor Scorpion Beast King could suppress him.”
“If I had passed the Third Trial of Pre-Saint and obtained the Saint Look, maybe I could fight him,” said Red Ant Beast King.
Shizu Bird Beast King shook his head slightly and said, “Zhang Ruochen hadn’t used Way of Sword now and the mysterious Time Power. If he gave a full strike, how powerful could he be?”
Red Ant Beast King fell into silence. After counting carefully, it finally found out that even if it passed the Third Trial of Pre-Saint and displayed the Saint Look, it couldn’t win against Zhang Ruochen.
All human monks felt thrilled.
“With Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation, he could fight some weak lower saints,” Wan Huayu said silently.
In the oasis.
Zhang Ruochen suddenly felt the strong danger. The feeling was like being stared at by a venomous snake. Once it bit him, he would die definitely.
Zoom!
Displaying Spatial Move, Zhang Ruochen slid to his right for 60 meters.
At the same time, a cloud of black mist flew out from the ground. It wielded the sword to chop the shadow of Zhang Ruochen in two.
“Invisible Concealing Art.”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes sank. He touched the Spatial Ring and picked out the Ancient Abyss Sword. He patted on the sword and threw it out.
With Zhang Ruochen’s current state, a random strike would be terrible enough to explode the power of Sword Five.
The Ancient Abyss Sword penetrated the black mist like a black light.
Puff!
Drops of blood came out from the black mist.
Gui Wu made a dumb sound and showed his real body. He looked scared and retreated quickly to keep a long distance from Zhang Ruochen.
The Ancient Abyss Sword had passed through his belly, leaving a bloody hole and turning the whole belly blood red.
He had wanted to assassinate Zhang Ruochen, but he was hurt by Zhang Ruochen. Zhang Ruochen was terribly quick and could fight him back.
Chang Wan stood up again and turned his body to face Zhang Ruochen with the other head.
The head was very old. Both the face and the arms were bony and yellowish brown, containing no water.
But it was the body of a human saint. It could burst saint power.
The way Chang Wan could rank No.154 on the Half-Saint Outer Rank was he had refined the body of a saint and could burst part of his strength.
“Zhang Ruochen, you’ve enraged me,” Chang Wan scolded.
Zhang Ruochen said, “So what? You can’t fight me.”
“You dare to look down on me. I have to show you my real power.”
Blood red threads gushed out from Chang Wan’s body. They connected with each other like cobwebs and finally condensed into a more than 100 meter tall saint look.
The shape of the Saint Look was the same as Chang Wan’s look, having two heads and four arms.
But the Qi given out by the Saint Look was holy, like statues placed in temples, urging people to bow to it.
“You have exercised the Saint Look.”
Zhang Ruochen looked grave at last. He called the Ancient Abyss Sword back and pinched in his hands.
Only after a monk passed the Third Trial of Pre-Saint could he display a Saint Look.
Once the Saint Look was completed, it would only take the monk a little longer to become a saint.
In other words, Chang Wan had reached the good end of the Pre-Saint and was definitely going to become a saint. He only needed to take the last step.
When the Saint Lady edited the Half-Saint Outer Rank, Chang Wan hadn’t yet passed the Third Pre-Saint, so he had ranked only No.154.
And now, the rank of Chang Wan must be enough for him to be among the Top 50 on the Half-Saint Outer Rank.
