Chapter 1236 - Becoming A Saint (1/2)

Chapter 1236: Becoming A Saint

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The earth dragon was huge. When it ran, it was like a mountain was moving. It created various ten-meter-long footprints.

The Death Knight was surrounded by a blood-red halo. Paired with the icy blood armor, he looked extremely menacing.

Boundless saintly might spread from his body. It surged toward Ao Xinyan, the Crazy Alcoholic, and Blackie, forming icy wind.

“Such a terrifying figure. How did Zhang Ruochen offend such a horrible enemy?”

Ao Xinyan was shocked. The figure standing on the dragon’s back was like a G.o.d of death from h.e.l.l. He could probably destroy everything in the world.

“He caught up quickly.” Blackie laughed.

Saint Yashe wore a long silver robe. Standing behind the Death Knight, he rasped out, “Fat cat, you thought you could escape by faking your death? You really underestimated the Immortal Pavilion.”

“Where is Zhang Ruochen?” the Death Knight asked coldly. “Tell him to come out to die.”

The Death Knight’s injuries had healed completely. He’d returned to his peak. He couldn’t be compared to how he was in Ancient Taiyin City.

“Zhang Ruochen has already entered the Yin Yang Sea. I only have to extend a claw to destroy all of you.”

While speaking so arrogantly, Blackie sent a secret message to the Crazy Alcoholic. “Old alcoholic, you should have advanced cultivation, right? I’ll give you a chance to kill them.”

The Crazy Alcoholic shook his head seriously. “No, no. I swore that I wouldn’t kill anymore, or else I won’t be able to drink for the rest of my life. Not being able to drink is worse than death.”

“You don’t have to kill them,” Blackie said patiently. “Just restrain them.”

“No, no, what if I accidentally kill them? I won’t risk it.” He shook his head like a rattle-drum.

Blackie wanted to kill this Crazy Alcoholic. “Then what use do you have?”

“No use.”

The Crazy Alcoholic seemed very calm. He walked to a nearby stone and sat down. Pulling out a pouch, he started drinking alone. He really didn’t plan on fighting.

Blackie’s previous words had angered the Death Knight and Saint Yashe.

“What an arrogant cat,” Saint Yashe said in a low voice. “I’ll cut off your four claws first and see if you can still be arrogant.”

He knew that Blackie was Zhang Ruochen’s battle pet. Killing it would be like cutting off Zhang Ruochen’s limb.

“That cat isn’t easy to deal with,” the Death Knight said coldly. “Yao Sheng, you go with Saint Yashe. You must take it down and force it to reveal where Zhang Ruochen is.”

“Yes.”

Yao Sheng jumped off of the dragon and strode toward the sea. He’d escaped from Ancient Taiyin City but had been captured by the Death Knight again.

This time, instead of making him submit, the Death Knight turned him directly into a blood slave.

Right now, Yao Sheng’s four eyes shone with red light. Eerie patterns emerged on his skin. His Saintly Way aura was even stronger than before.

Blackie was actually only around Zhang Ruochen’s level.

In Ancient Taiyin City, it’d been able to fend off Saint Yashe because of the formation. It was actually much weaker than Saint Yashe.

But even if there was a difference in ability, it couldn’t lose in appearance.

“Let’s fight. Who’s afraid?” Blackie stood up like a human and walked forward to Yao Sheng and Saint Yashe.

“You’re looking for death.”

Saint Yashe took out a bronze disc and poured Spiritual Power into it. It instantly grew to the size of a stone mill. Spinning, it flew toward Blackie.

Boom!

The disc crashed forward and sent Blackie flying. It fell into the Yin Yang Sea.

As the Yin and Yang interchanged, the water became scalding hot. It was red and gold like lava. When Blackie fell in, there were sizzles and then it sank to the bottom.

“Can’t even take a hit.”

Saint Yashe looked scornful. He collected the disc and held it in his hand. Then he gazed toward Ao Xinyan and the Crazy Alcoholic.

“Speak! Where is Zhang Ruochen?”

Yao Sheng approached from the other direction with the Ghost King Chain. Ao Xinyan had a strong physique, but she could only fight against lower-level Saints. Faced with people as strong as Yao Sheng and Saint Yashe, she’d be lucky to escape.

“Old alcoholic, what do we do?” Ao Xinyan stared at the Crazy Alcoholic. All hope was on him now.

The Crazy Alcoholic stared at the invisibility formation. Eyes squinting, he said happily, “Zhang Ruochen has become a Saint!”

Saint Yashe and Yao Sheng were surprised. They followed the Crazy Alcoholic’s eyes.

Nothing was there.

Saint Yashe clenched his fists in extreme anger. “Old thing, you dare to fool us…”