Chapter 1481 - Strong Reinforcement (1/2)
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The people at the center of the Ten Thousand Saints Formation were nervous. They’d also created a hole in the formation to let Fang Yi, Sword Master Dongliu and Yue Kong in.
The hole wasn’t filled completely yet. The power of the ten thousand Saints wasn’t connected and was at their weakest moment. If they were attacked by the Confucius Saint Book, they would break down quickly.
The Nine Heavenly Maiden appeared at the foot of the mountain. She was a like fairy walking in the mundane world. A milky hand grasped the Confucius Saint Book. Activating the power within, she formed a towering mountain of books.
It was formed by books piled on each other and soared into the clouds. The sound of chanting rose up in the mountain and spread out.
Boom!
The book mountain flew out, cras.h.i.+ng toward the Saints of the h.e.l.l Blade Field and Purple Mansion Field. It lifted a powerful energy storm, completely breaking the Ten Thousand Saint Formation.
“Now is the time.”
Steering the Golden Dragon Carriage, Zhang Ruochen rushed toward the opening created with his fastest speed.
He stood at the top of the carriage, holding the Buddha’s sarira. He sent out the origin power that he’d already gathered. Instantly, blood spurted from the noses of many Saints. They flew out like wind sweeping leaves.
The Golden Dragon Carriage crashed forward and had the Buddha’s sarira opening up the path. No one could stop it.
“How dare the Saints of the Kunlun’s Field get involved with the h.e.l.l Blade Field and Purple Mansion Field?”
Fang Yi recognized the Confucius Saint Book and knew that they were from the Kunlun’s Field.
He also realized that he’d fallen into Zhang Ruochen’s trap.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t have to activate the Supreme Saint sarira at all. Perhaps, he wasn’t even able to activate it. He did all this to work with the strong figure from the Kunlun’s Field and break open the Ten Thousand Saint Formation.
Fang Yi was furious. Eyes reddening, he burst out with high speed and roared, “Stop them! Don’t waste time talking and kill them all.”
Even if he lost the rules emperor weapon, he would still kill Zhang Ruochen’s group today.
“Saint of the Kunlun’s Field, you dare fight with the Purple Mansion Field and h.e.l.l Blade Field. Kill her as well.” Sword Master Dongliu had a very advanced mindset. Now, his eyes shone with murderous intent too.
Yue Kong roared. He jumped, going 300 meters into the air, and arrived above the Nine Heavenly Maiden. He punched down at the word barrier formed by the Confucius Saint Book.
In his eyes, the Nine Heavenly Maiden controlling the book was a huge threat. She was constantly creating trouble for the Saints of the two worlds. If she was killed, he would be able to kill Zhang Ruochen’s group more easily.
Suddenly, he caught a robed elder in the corner of his vision. He stood at the top of a flaming tree on the left.
He took a paint scroll out of his sleeve.
Whoos.h.!.+
Seven colored rivers burst from the scroll. As the rivers kept spinning, they formed the projections of seven worlds.
The seven worlds overlapped, forming a tower of worlds. It was cras.h.i.+ng toward Yue Kong, who was attacking the Nine Heavenly Maiden.
Yue Kong felt extreme pressure, but he wasn’t afraid. He was in the Saint King Realm and able to kill all enemies in the Zuling Field.
“Rising Dragon Fist.”
Yue Kong sent out a fist print. It clashed with the seven-world tower. He instantly felt a flood of power, as if the seven worlds had crashed into him.
Kaboom.
The seven-world tower pressed down on Yue Kong. He fell a dozen meters. Beams of saintly power flooded out, turning the s.p.a.ce below the saint mountain into an overturning sea.
“Saint King Yue Kong was suppressed. The Kunlun’s Field has a Saint King too, and he’s not the ordinary kind.”
The Saints of the h.e.l.l Blade Field and Purple Mansion Field stared at Chu Siyuan, who was holding the Seven Lives and Seven Deaths Map. Their faces paled. But Chu Siyuan stuck his chin up, looking very arrogant.
There were countless Saints gathered at Wujin Saint Mountain. They kept attacking to stop the Golden Dragon Carriage.
Every time, at least 100 Saints would gather and use a composite formation or fire up a weapon together.
After rus.h.i.+ng out of the Ten Thousand Saint Formation, seven of these small forces appeared before the Golden Dragon Carriage to stop them.
Le, Han Qiu, Mad Man, and Demonic Sound rushed out of the carriage. They each attacked one small force.
Zhang Ruochen sat on the carriage. He raised his hands, lifting a heavy saintly cloud. The Abyss Ancient Sword and Monument s.h.i.+eld hovered in the mist. They burst with complete power and attacked two forces in different directions.
There were more than 400 Saints gathered before the carriage. They all activated a saint weapon. Instantly, beams of dazzling saint light connected into one ma.s.s.
An attack by more than 400 Saints at once was difficult for even a Saint King to take.
Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brows. He felt a suffocating pressure, so he pushed up the Buddha’s sarira and activated the Supreme Saint origin power.
Suddenly, something happened.