Chapter 1297 - Defeat the Enemies (2/2)

Just as he climbed up…

Hua!

Zhang Ruochen waved his arm, and the lightning thorn flew out and pierced through his saint body.

The power in the lightning thorn was enormous, which melted the body of that blood saint and turned him into dust. There was only a blood-red saint source s.h.i.+ning on the ground.

“A mind power saint of lightning.”

All the saints were shocked.

“So what? I’ll kill him also.”

That bald blood saint raised his hands, and two traces of tumbling holy Qi gushed out of his palms and went into a clock-shaped saint weapon. That clock-shaped saint weapon became larger and larger until its diameter reached three hundred feet. Purple fire gushed out, spun and pressed toward Zhang Ruochen.

The clock-shaped saint weapon was a powerful thousand-patterns saint weapon called Cloud-swallowing Clock, which was ranked high on the ‘Thousand-patterns Saint Weapon List.’ The destructive power coming out of the clock was terrifying, which turned the faces of the two female saints paler.

They couldn’t kill their enemies even if they blew up their saint sources if their enemies held a top-tier thousand-patterns saint weapon like that.

The bald blood saint showed his sharp teeth and guffawed. “Are you regretting it now? Unfortunately, it’s too late!”

“The Cloud-swallowing Clock is indeed an impressive thousand-patterns saint weapon. However, you can’t wield its real power.”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and stared at the bald blood saint like he was an idiot. He said, “Slay him, Qing Mo.”

Qing Mo opened her hands, and then, a blue Wuliang Divine Fire showed up between her hands. Wuliang Divine Fire was like a G.o.dly lamp, painting the sky and land blue.

Wuliang Divine Fire turned into a clock shape, flew out and clashed with the Cloud-swallowing Clock.

Hua La!

The fire went through the Cloud-swallowing Clock and fell on the head of the bald blood saint, burning his skin and flesh.

“Ah! Wuliang Divine Fire… It’s Wuliang Divine Fire…”

The bald blood saint was horrified. He yelled in agony and mobilized his holy Qi. He performed a G.o.d-connecting technique, giving his blood to the G.o.ds to activate his potential to suppress Wuliang Divine Fire.

That bald blood saint was an experienced gatherer. He knew how to save himself.

However, Zhang Ruochen didn’t give him any chance to survive. He condensed a long lightning thorn and wielded it again. It pierced through the chest of the bald blood saint, leaving a black hole with cracks.

Peng.

The bald blood saint was eventually killed, and his body fell on the ground, stiff.

Zhang Ruochen said to Qing Mo, “You should be more decisive if you want to kill someone. Don’t give him any chance to fight back. If that blood saint had performed the G.o.d-connecting technique and sacrificed his blood, he would have had a power ten times his own. Then he would have become a huge problem for us.”

Qing Mo stuck out her tongue and looked chill, yet she still memorized what Zhang Ruochen said and attacked the other three blood saints.

Suddenly, two blood saints had been killed. The remaining three blood saints all knew that Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo were forces to be reckoned with. They didn’t dare stay here anymore. They performed their fastest body techniques and rushed to the clouds.

Zhang Ruochen wielded the lightning blade in another direction.

Qing Mo rushed into the clouds, and after a while, she went back to Zhang Ruochen and said, “They’ve all run away. One of them was severely injured by you. There’s lots of blood on the ground.”

Zhang Ruochen was a bit upset. He said, “With your cultivation and my help, you should’ve killed them all. Yet we’ve only killed two and injured one.”

Qing Mo pouted and said, “I’m just a girl who cooks. I’m not a professional killer. You’re demanding too much of me!”

Zhang Ruochen said, “Everyone’s good at different things. I’m not going to force you.”

Zhang Ruochen took back the two saint sources and the Cloud-swallowing Clock, and then, he left with Qing Mo.

“Please stay, mister.”

Liu Li Female Saint suppressed the injuries on her body. She supported Yuan Shu Female Saint and caught up with them. She said, “We’re Liu Li and Yuan Shu, two of the twelve white-feather saints from Can Lan Martial Saint. Thank you for helping us.”

Zhang Ruochen shot them a glance, nodded and walked forward.

Liu Li Female Saint looked anxious and said, “We were encircled by lots of immortal vampires, so we tried to break the encirclement by dividing ourselves into six groups. I don’t know whether our other sisters have survived or not. Martial Saint fought four heaven-pa.s.s saints. She might be in great danger as well. Please, help us.”

“I’m sorry, I’m really injured, so I can’t help you,” Zhang Ruochen said.