Chapter 2467: Defeated
Divine Dragonbone Whip was a Quasi-Supreme Artifact forged from the backbone of the Divine Dragon. It gave birth to a large number of Supreme Inscriptions.
Zhang Ruochen borrowed the power of Qiankun and fused it into the whip. Nearly a million inscriptions were activated. The dragon’s roar was endless. The phantom of the Divine Dragon appeared on the whip. It gave off a terrifying power that only a divine-level creature could have.
Rumble
The whip was lashed out, and it was as if a divine dragon was flying out from the sky. It was drawing in wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.
Sensing how terrifying the divine aura was, Lord Ironclad had no choice but to take it seriously. His expression was solemn, and countless Precepts revolved around his body, forming a whirlwind that clashed with Divine Dragonbone Whip.
With a bang, the protective Precepts were shattered, and Lord Ironclad’s burly body was sent flying into the distance.
The armor on his body was extremely mysterious, and it had absorbed most of the power of Divine Dragonbone Whip. He did not suffer too much damage, and he quickly stopped retreating after falling to the ground.
Lord Ironclad was an elite at the peak of Bans.h.i.+ Isshou Realm. He was just one step away from transforming his Neverwither physique into Paramount physique, so his physical defense was naturally extraordinary.
The so-called ‘Paramount physique’ referred to the Precepts that covered the entire body of a cultivator. They were integrated into every part of the body. Even a strand of hair or a drop of blood contained countless Precepts.
Oneself was the embodiment of the Precepts. One’s flesh and blood were also part of the Precepts.
If one could do that, one would be a Paramount Realm Supreme Saint.
That was why Paramount Realm Supreme Saints were many times stronger than Bans.h.i.+ Isshhou Realm’s Supreme Saint. Even when Zhang Ruochen risked his life and borrowed the power of Qiankun, he was only evaluated to be close to Paramount Realm.
Compared to a real Paramount Realm Supreme Saint, he was still far away.
“Again.”
Lord Ironclad’s eyes were filled with anger. As a member of Nether Hall’s Nether Berserker, he had been defeated by a Hundred-Shackle Realm junior. It was a great humiliation.
The bone spear in his hand turned from white to black. The dark light it released turned the entire battlefield into the night.
“The night has fallen. Thousand soldiers for a kill.”
Lord Ironclad’s figure suddenly disappeared. In the night, broken palaces, city walls, altars, withered trees, and stone mountains fell from the sky like meteors.
Zhang Ruochen’s pupils shrank. He took out Zangshan Demonic Mirror.
Towering ancient demon mountains flew out of the mirror. They were ten thousand meters tall, majestic, and indestructible. They crushed the broken world that fell from the sky into dust.
Lord Ironclad appeared from behind the broken world. He was sucked into the mountains by Supreme Power of Zangshan Demonic Mirror.
Boom!
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BOOM!
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He kept swinging his bone spear, causing the demon mountains to shake. He wanted to break the demonic mirror and rush out.
However, how could a Supreme Artifact be so easy to deal with?
No matter how powerful he was, the demon mountains were ancient. They were like a Neverwither world created by a demon lord. Even if a large part of it was destroyed, it could recover quickly.
Lord Ironclad flew to the top of a demon mountain and looked into the sky, he said coldly, “So the so-called Yuanhui-level genius only relies on Supreme Artifacts? If I had a Supreme Artifacts, you would have been destroyed.”
Zhang Ruochen’s voice was indifferent. “Don’t be full of big talk when you don’t have a Supreme Artifact.”
Lord Ironclad gritted his teeth in anger. It was great to have a Supreme Artifact. He shouted “Okay” three times before saying, “A Supreme Artifact might not be able to suppress everything. In front of absolute cultivation, all weapons can be broken.
“Berserker Warsoul.”
Lord Ironclad used a Bans.h.i.+ Isshou level saint technique that only Nether Hall’s Nether Berserker could cultivate. The battle intent surged out of his body and condensed into a giant in black armor.
The giant grew taller and taller, as if it was about to break through the clouds.
Zhang Ruochen, who was controlling demonic mirror, changed his expression slightly. “Bans.h.i.+ Isshou level saint technique.”
Boom!
Zangshan Demonic Mirror shook and the demon mountains collapsed. They couldn’t withstand the impact of Berserker Warsoul.
The battlefield that Bai Qing’er had created with half a cup of tea cracked. The 50 lakes seemed to be dried up by the power of the Supreme Artifact and Berserker Warsoul.
She stretched out a finger and pointed across the air.
The battlefield instantly stabilized, and the cracks were repaired automatically.
Zhang Ruochen knew that Lord Ironclad who had used Bans.h.i.+ Isshou level saint technique would break through the demon mountains sooner or later. Once he was free, it would be difficult to trap him within the demonic mirror.
“Okay, as you wish. Let me show you my power.”
All the power in Zhang Ruochen’s body rushed to his left leg to activate the Divine Mark of Flame contained in Yanshen’s leg.
The 80 million Divine Marks that had been refined showed up and released a dazzling light.
At this moment, the entire battlefield, including the garden outside the battlefield, could not open their eyes because of the Divine Marks’ light. It was like a small sun that contained the power to destroy the world.
Zhang Ruochen stepped out and charged into the demon mountains.
Mighty divine power surged out from under his feet as if a G.o.d had come into being. He stepped on Berserker Warsoul which was even taller than the demon mountains.
“What is Zhang Ruochen doing? D-does he wants to fight against a Bans.h.i.+ Isshou level saint technique?” Shang Yue’s beautiful face was full of surprise.
“He’s courting death. Even the Supreme Artifact can’t suppress the Bans.h.i.+ Isshou level saint technique. Yet, he actually wants to fight against it on his own.”
Bai Qing’er shook her head, “You’re wrong. Didn’t you sense the soul-stirring divine power on the battlefield? Zhang Ruochen’s leg was the leg of a G.o.d. It contained boundless divine force. He has already grasped the power of the G.o.d’s leg.”
Boom
An earth-shattering sound rang out.
Hot and violent energy surged out of the battlefield and rushed into the garden.
Zhang Ruochen’s foot broke through Berserker Warsoul and destroyed the lakes on the battlefield. His posture was like the birth of a TrueG.o.d, making Lord Ironclad cough blood and retreat quickly.
Even though he wore iron blood armor, he couldn’t completely defend against the divine force of Yanshen’s leg.
The 50 lakes and the battlefield made from the half cup of tea disappeared and were evaporated by the divine flames.
Flames were burning everywhere on the battlefield, burning the ground red.
Crash
Zhang Ruochen held Divine Dragonbone Whip in one hand and Zangshan Demonic Mirror in the other. He seized the initiative and attacked Lord Ironclad repeatedly, forcing him to retreat.
While attacking, Zhang Ruochen used his spiritual power to communicate with Blackie in Qiankun Realm.
“Such a fierce battle between Lord Ironclad and I must have alarmed the entire Ji Feng Manor. However, Guye Jing hasn’t shown up yet. It’s obvious that we can’t trust that demoness. If we want to escape, we have to rely on ourselves. How powerful are you? Can you kill your way out?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Blackie was full of confidence and said, “Don’t you know my strength? I only need a glance to kill Lord Ironclad. As for the witch, I can beat ten of her all at once.”
“Really?” Zhang Ruochen didn’t believe it.
Blackie coughed and changed the topic, “However, I used my powerful spiritual power to investigate and found many Supreme Saints in the garden. As the saying goes, two fists can’t beat four hands. I’m still under a lot of pressure.”
Zhang Ruochen felt like he was choking. His heart sank.
As expected, he couldn’t rely on anyone. In the end, he had to rely on himself.
“Die Lord Ironclad!”
Zhang Ruochen took out a talisman and threw it out.
Lord Ironclad, who was at a disadvantage, changed his expression. He thought that it was a killing talisman given to Zhang Ruochen by either WarG.o.d Bloodximus or Blood Empress. So, he used Berserker Warsoul again. He stabbed the bone spear into the ground and used all his strength to defend.
The talisman fell like night. It enveloped Lord Ironclad in darkness.
This wasn’t a killing talisman. It was a Dark Prison Talisman that Zhang Ruochen had bought with one hundred G.o.dstones in Realm of Star Ocean. It was a type of talisman that could trap people.
It was enough to trap a Bans.h.i.+ Isshou Realm Supreme Saint for a moment.
There were many formations in the garden. It was impossible for Zhang Ruochen to escape through dimension.
The only way was to use Primordial Spatial Worm.
If Primordial Spatial Worm wanted to leave, no array or confinement could trap it.
Zhang Ruochen was about to release Primordial Spatial Worm and leave through the wormhole. Suddenly, Guye Jing’s voice rang in his mind. “Give me a chance. I want to test Bai Qing’er.”
Hearing her voice, Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief. The demoness was finally here. He didn’t have to fight alone anymore.
Although Primordial Spatial Worms could gnaw out wormholes, they were very slow. Zhang Ruochen had a slim chance of escaping before Bai Qing’er attacked.
Now that she had arrived, everything could go according to plan. There was no need to use this trick.
“Sh.o.r.eless Star Ocean.”
Zhang Ruochen pretended as if nothing had happened and released the Realm-frame of Truth. At the same time, he continued to evolve an advanced Thousand-Koan level saint technique, Incarceration of Divine Demon. A phantom of a divine demon rose behind him.
The phantom of the divine demon and the Realm-frame of Truth quickly merged together.
In the dark area covered by Dark Prison Talisman, Lord Ironclad roared. Then, a ray of light of death broke through the darkness and escaped.
“Break it!”
Lord Ironclad’s roar shook away the remaining Power of Darkness in the talisman.
At this moment.
Incarceration of Divine Demon and the Realm-frame of Truth combined into one. It exploded with ten times the attack power. Zhang Ruochen threw it at Lord Ironclad.
Lord Ironclad didn’t expect that Zhang Ruochen’s ten times attack power would be so terrifying. It was even more shocking than the power of a Supreme Artifact. He didn’t have time to remove the seal on his body and stab with all his strength.
Attack as a defense.
Lord Ironclad was indeed a first-cla.s.s Supreme Saint. His judgments were sharp and accurate. He hit the most vulnerable part of Incarceration of Divine Demon.
However, even though he’d broken Incarceration of Divine Demon, he was still heavily injured. He flew far away and crashed into a dry lake, creating a crater.
Zhang Ruochen was about to attack again, but the battlefield dispersed like a cloud of Qi.
The vast land and sky disappeared. Lord Ironclad and he returned to the garden. The battle just now was like a dream.
“There’s no need to fight anymore. Zhang Ruochen, you won,” Bai Qing’er said.
Lord Ironclad was badly injured. He moved his fingers and lifted the seal. Instantly, his weakened aura recovered and became stronger.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness and viciousness. He gritted his teeth and said, “Miss, I haven’t lost yet. I want to continue fighting with him.”
“If you lose, you lose,” Bai Qing’er said coldly.
Lord Ironclad said, “I sealed 90% of my cultivation just now.”
“Even if you sealed 90% of your cultivation, you would still be at Bans.h.i.+ Isshou Realm. Your opponent is only at Hundred-Shackle Realm.” A cold light shone in Bai Qing’er’s eyes.
Lord Ironclad didn’t dare to look directly into Bai Qing’er’s eyes. He immediately lowered his head and said, “Yes, I’ve lost!”
Zhang Ruochen saw many figures standing in the fog far away in the garden.
These cultivators were all very powerful. They all looked at him with disbelief.
Especially Bai Qing’er’s eldest disciple, Shang Yue. When she looked at him, her eyes were filled with a burning light. It was as if she wanted to eat him up.
Although Lord Ironclad had sealed 90% of his cultivation, Zhang Ruochen was able to defeat him. This was beyond the cultivators’ expectations. They had to re-evaluate him.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Bai Qing’er clapped her hands and stood up. She stood beside the stone table and she smiled. “I believe the rumors now. Lord Ironclad failed to test your strength. You are indeed stronger than I expected.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “So, can I go now?”
Bai Qing’er shook her head.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression didn’t change. He seemed to have expected it. “Women’s words can’t be trusted.”
“No! If you want to go, I won’t stop you. However, you have to leave your Canon of Destiny. Canon of Truth and Canon of Dimension behind.” Bai Qing’er’s eyes were clear as water, her voice was also very gentle, but it carried an indomitable command tone.
The elites in the garden took a few steps forward one after another, forming an encirclement.
Streams of powerful Saint Aura invisibly pressed toward Zhang Ruochen, wanting to force him to submit.
Zhang Ruochen was still calm. He said, “I only have Canon of Destiny. Who said that I have Canon of Truth and Canon of Dimension? Besides, even if I have the Canons, why should I give them to you? Does Miss Bai really think of herself as a member of the Zhang Family?”
“How dare you take advantage of my master when you are about to die? If you don’t have Canon of Dimension, how can your body bear the weight of a macroworld?” Shang Yue said.
Zhang Ruochen looked thoughtful. At this moment, a divine flame sword light pierced his heart at lightning speed.
It was Shang Yue.
Her cultivation was more powerful than Lord Ironclad. The saint sword in her hand was an ancient divine relic weapon. The sword technique she used was mysterious and peerless. It was integrated with Divine Purification Flame and took into account the strengths of both the Swordsmans.h.i.+p and Path of Fire.
The sword was like a divine sun falling on the Earth.
“Even a disciple is so powerful. How powerful is Bai Qing’er’s cultivation?” This thought flashed through Zhang Ruochen’s mind.
He released his spiritual power to check, but he could only sense the fire and the saint sword. He could not sense Shang Yue’s location. He suddenly realized that this woman was not human, nor was she flesh and blood. She should be a sword spirit or an Innate Fire Spirit.