Chapter 1865: The Powerful Li Ruohan
While the Supreme-Saint corpse king had not freed itself from Rain Sword, the Four Great Elders of Tianchu Civilization shot their sacred artifacts at the corpse king.
Boom!
The Supreme-Saint corpse king suddenly took off and charged straight at Fairy Tianchu.
Vapor rus.h.i.+ng out of the Supreme-Saint corpse king formed an extremely sticky, corrosive dark cloud. When this corpse cloud flew, heaven and earth were trembling, scaring the h.e.l.l out of those few cultivators near Fairy Tianchu.
“Watch out, Fairy!”
s.h.i.+qing Shenzi and Dizu Prince made their moves simultaneously, striking out a semicircular battle-ax and a talisman, respectively.
This battle-ax, heavier than a mountain, combined with the strength of s.h.i.+qing Shenzi’s arm, carried a ma.s.sive amount of energy. But the corpse aura of the Supreme-Saint corpse king bounced the battle-ax away before it could even hit its body.
Meanwhile, Dizu Prince’s talisman exploded in front of the Supreme-Saint corpse king in the form of searing Heavenfire.
Heavenfire was an extremely high-cla.s.s attack skill—so powerful that it could burn a Nine-Step Saint King to death.
Yet, it could not even penetrate the corpse aura around the Supreme-Saint corpse king.
The frigid corpse aura seemed to be capable of putting out any types of flames in this world.
Li Miaohan summoned his Meteorite Storm Sword, trying to lend Fairy Tianchu a hand, but Zhang Ruochen stopped him. “Don’t intervene. If they couldn’t even handle a corpse king, how could we expect them to kill Blood Wasp Ashuran King?”
“But that corpse king was a Supreme Saint!” said Li Miaohan.
“So what? The Supreme Saint is dead, and now it is only a corpse king.”
Zhang Ruochen with his current cultivation base and combat skills was not afraid of that corpse king, much less Fairy Tianchu. With a bunch of powerful fighters with her, she had more than enough ability to deal with that corpse king.
When Fairy Tianchu was still ranked a Seven-Step Saint King, she had fought a Supreme-Saint evil being in the Divinity Bestowment Altar.
Let alone now.
“Crimson River Portrait!”
Fairy Tianchu calmly raised her left hand, and a scroll appeared on her palm.
As the scroll opened, it transformed into a celestial river that was a few dozen miles long divine stream and a crimson-red sun.
The light of the red sun illuminated the entire Warsoul Star—it was so bright that it looked like a dazzling red light when looking from thousands of miles away from the planet.
The Crimson River Portrait was a jewel of the Tianchu Civilization, containing over 100,000 precepts and a top Supreme-Artifact weapon.
Boom!
The red sun and the Supreme-Saint corpse king clashed.
The impact sent the Supreme-Saint corpse king flying out backward with a howl, its corpse aura breaking up.
As Fairy Tianchu directed the celestial river with her finger, it flew like a wavy water dragon. It went after the Supreme-Saint corpse king by coiling it up and pulling it into the scroll.
“Do it now!”
The Four Great Elders drove the sacred artifacts to their maximum power before striking them at the Supreme-Saint corpse king in the Crimson River Portrait. The Supreme-Saint corpse king let out a series of ear-shattering howls.
They could defeat the immortal body with powerful enough strength.
The large saber of Butcher was a Supreme-Saint ancient weapon. It was fully charged and struck into the scroll, slas.h.i.+ng a wound in the neck of the Supreme-Saint corpse king.
The other cultivators’ eyes were on stalks at seeing this.
“Fairy Tianchu and the Four Great Elders are working seamlessly as a team. With the help of the Crimson River Portrait, they could probably defeat Blood Wasp Ashuran King on their own.”
“They could even suppress a Supreme-Saint corpse king, let alone Blood Wasp Ashuran King!”
“Have you all seen Blood Wasp Ashuran King in action? His strength could be above that of the Supreme-Saint corpse king.”
Meanwhile, Xian Gongming had crushed the other corpse kings except for the Supreme-Saint corpse king.
Xian Gongming was powerful, without a doubt. Just that the opponent was Blood Wasp Ashuran King, he could not help but feel intimidated earlier.
While all those cultivators were looking at the Crimson River Portrait*,* Zhang Ruochen looked at the field of Haiku Flowers and stepped out, walking toward it.
“It is dangerous, Zhang… Li Ruochen!” Li Miaohan called out.
“It’s okay.”
Zhang Ruochen carefully observed and searched the field of flowers with the Heaven’s Eye on his forehead.
A perturbation of the Path suddenly caught his attention.
That perturbation came from below an 80,000-year-old Haiku Flower. The perturbation became stronger as he approached.
Just when Zhang Ruochen was three steps away from that Haiku Flower, a civet lunged out like a stream of green light out of the ground before landing a thousand feet away.
The civet emitted an herbal scent, and its fur was green, looking like leaves.
“What is that?” Li Miaohan, who was following Zhang Ruochen from behind, was startled at seeing that creature.
“A zoomorphic sacred herb,” said Zhang Ruochen.
This civet stared menacingly at Zhang Ruochen, revealing its sharp fangs.
“Beware of spiritual attack!”
Zhang Ruochen warned Li Miaohan. He quickly struck out six Pearls of Vanity, forming a hexagonal array spinning in front of him to block out half of the spiritual attack coming from the civet’s eyes.
“Meteorite Storm!”
Li Miaohan performed a Meteorite Storm Sword, which turned into a thousand small silverish swords and rained down at the civet.
The civet’s greenish leaves flew out and collided with the silverish swords with a series of explosions.
Zhang Ruochen hissed and formed a sword with his fingers.
The civet let out a shriek as the finger sword hit it and left behind a b.l.o.o.d.y wound on its belly.
The sacred herb was bleeding?
The civet looked even more ferocious as it stared dead at the Crimson River Portrait, its eyes turning golden and emitting a strong spiritual power.
The Supreme-Saint corpse king suddenly howled insidethe Crimson River Portrait.
It became unprecedentedly powerful. It slashed open the celestial river, emerged from the Crimson River Portrait, and lunged toward the civet.
Apparently, the civet-shaped sacred herb was controlling the Supreme-Saint corpse king.
Zhang Ruochen glanced back over his shoulder and saw the Supreme-Saint corpse king was striking its saber down at his head.
Everyone knew that Zhang Ruochen was fighting back the civet’s spiritual power. He could not spare any effort to deal with the Supreme-Saint corpse king’s attack.
Xian Gongming and Yun Gongming from Dizu Prince’s camp could have intercepted the Supreme-Saint corpse king, but they did nothing.
Not only that, Xian Gongming was gloating over it, hoping to see the Supreme-Saint corpse king slas.h.i.+ng Zhang Ruochen in half.
Meanwhile, the Precept Domain-realm elder on s.h.i.+qing Shenzi’s camp wanted to intervene, but s.h.i.+qing Shenzi shook his head at him.
Black Phoenix looked at Crone Qushan with a pleading expression. “Mistress Qushan.”
But Crone Qushan was staring at Zhang Ruochen. She was unmoved. “You two are still too young to read people. There is more to that cripple than meets the eyes.”
Sure enough, as soon as Crone Qushan’s voice trailed off, something happened. A tortoise-shaped bagua seal appeared on the Zhang Ruochen’s back. It released a powerful supreme power to clash with the Supreme-Saint corpse king’s saber.
That attack move came from Awesome, the Little Taoist, using the Purple-Gold Bagua Mirror. He was hiding under Zhang Ruochen’s saint robe.
The combined Saint Path power of Zhang Ruochen and Awesome, the Little Taoist, together with the Purple-Gold Bagua Mirror, had blocked the saber of the Supreme-Saint corpse king.
The Supreme-Saint corpse king has been wounded badly inside the Crimson River Portrait. It is far weaker than before. This is the time to get rid of it.
A thought flashed across his mind. Zhang Ruochen grabbed Li Miaohan’s hand and brought him to retreat quickly until they were out of the range of the civet’s spiritual-power attack.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen lunged up in the air like a bolt of lightning, delivering a powerful punch at the Supreme-Saint corpse king.
“Soulbreaker Storm!”
It was the 10th move of the Luoshui Fist technique.
Boom!
The powerful punch, combined with the seven-time attack power formed by the Precepts of Truth, sent the Supreme-Saint corpse king flying out backward and cras.h.i.+ng to the ground.
“Spirit Influx!”
Next, Zhang Ruochen flipped his body around in the air and struck down with the 18th move of Luoshui Fist.
Not only there was a sound of flowing water around him but also two shadows the size of mountains came down with his fist.
Boom!
A cloud of dust rose from the spot where the Supreme-Saint corpse king had fallen, and cracks spread from the spot into the far distance.
Everyone at the scene sucked through their teeth at seeing Li Ruohan pinned down the Supreme-Saint corpse king and beat it.
How powerful was he, really?
Unknown to them, the Supreme-Saint corpse king had not only suffered an injury inside the Crimson River Portrait but also lost half of its corpse aura when it cut open the scroll. It was at its weakest temporarily.
Zhang Ruochen had seized on this opportunity to attack the corpse king, giving it no time to recover its strength.
This astonished the Four Great Elders of the Tianchu Civilization. They looked at Fairy Tianchu as if asking how Zhang Ruochen had learned and mastered Heaven Stream Fist.
They all were thinking the same thing: The Fairy must have taught Heaven Stream Fist to Zhang Ruochen.
How could Heaven Stream Fist be taught to an outsider?
“d.a.m.n it! Li Ruohan has a supreme artifact with him!” Xian Gongming was furious.
He had never thought he was weaker than Zhang Ruochen, and that he would surely beat Zhang Ruochen in combat. But his self-confidence took a beating when he saw how good Zhang Ruochen was, not to mention Zhang Ruochen had a supreme artifact with him.
In a life or death battle, his chances of winning were less than one third.
Sensing that things were not looking up, the civet was trying to summon the Supreme-Saint corpse king to flee.
But Fairy Tianchu had released the Crimson River Portrait to suppress it from above.
The celestial river captured the civet and imprisoned it inside the scroll.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ruochen was using his Luoshui Fist Technique. His punches rained down on the Supreme-Saint corpse king and broke up its corpse aura.
While he was doing it, Yi Huang Bone Scepter quietly sucked in that corpse aura.
As the corpse aura was gone, the Supreme-Saint corpse king lay motionless on the ground.
What frustrated Zhang Ruochen was that his punches did not leave any bruises on the corpse king’s body.
In another word, with Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation base, he could still not hurt a Supreme Saint unless he used a supreme artifact and Power of Dimensions.
The immortal body was not something that living being below Supreme Sainthood could defeat.
Legend had it that Qing Jin, the first person on the Saint King Merit List, used to crush a Supreme Saint, and that Yan Wushen, the top Saint-King fighter from the Infernal Court, used to kill a Supreme Saint.
How did they do that?