Chapter 1562 - His Sword Slays Everyone (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The wind was blowing outside Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, and one great being after another arrived here.

Many people were surprised that Zhang Ruochen, who was ranked in first place on the ‘Saints Merits Rank,’ was from Guanghan Field.

After all, only strong fields had the best inheritance and refining resources, which could be used to cultivate the best talents. It was almost impossible for a monk from weaker fields to be ranked high on the ‘Saints Merits Rank.’

Almost all the creatures who were ranked in the top ten thousand were from large fields that were top thousand.

“I heard before that Zhang Ruochen got to the first place by luck, and some said he got all the merits by cooperating with Princess Luosha.

“I know that merits battle among the Shatuo Seven Fields. It’s not that impressive that Zhang Rouchen stood out among the weak fields. His real power can’t even get him into the top ten thousand.

“We can see it today. If Zhang Ruochen can get back Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, it’ll mean he’s at least in the same cla.s.s as the deities from stronger fields.”

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All the monks were talking.

They were all performing their techniques, trying to see the fight in the dojo.

However, the G.o.dly light coming out of the Osmanthus Trees made everything in Jingxiang Cliff Dojo dim. They could only hear the deafening battle sounds coming out.

Su Jing stood dozens of miles away from Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, and he couldn’t be more anxious.

The Moon G.o.ddess once said, “Now that I’m back, it’s time for Guanghan Field to rise again.”

Perhaps to the Moon G.o.ddess, Zhang Ruochen was her trump card to help Guanghan Field get back to its prime. The battle today was of great importance.

If they won, they’d shed light on Guanghan Field’s renaissance.

But if they lost, Guanghan Field would be engulfed in darkness for a long time.

In history, weak fields rose not only because of a powerful G.o.d, but also because of a peerless talent that could lead the young monks from the entire large field.

Was Zhang Ruochen that peerless talent?

Zhang Ruochen, in Hundred Saints Blood Armor, was holding the Abyss Ancient Sword in one hand and Yi Emperor Bone Scepter in the other, das.h.i.+ng toward Bai Ran like a G.o.d of Slaughter.

He needed to kill the most powerful one first.

Bang Bang!

Bai Ran triggered Rule of Truth, performing saint spells to stop Zhang Ruochen.

However, after warding off Zhang Ruochen’s seven moves, he’d used up all his protection valuables, and he was severely injured, with one arm being chopped off.

“If it weren’t for ‘All Lives Equal,’ I would’ve used Saint Figure Rune to kill you,” Bai Ran yelled.

“Even without ‘All Lives Equal,’ I can kill you and slash your Saint Figure Rune.”

Zhang Ruochen stepped forward. Instead of performing Sword Technique of Time and drinking Dragon and Mad Oxen Wine, he wanted to practice Sword Eight in this fight.

After all, he was only at level one in Sword Eight. He needed to use it more and more frequently to comprehend it better.

“Don’t you dare be so arrogant, Zhang Ruochen. There’re lots of great beings from Cloud Field, and you can’t fight all of us.”

More than ten great beings rushed forward, performing their techniques and attacking Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

All of them were talented beings like young supreme saints.

Bai Ran looked pleased. He took out a jade-made bottle, drank some life saint liquids, and his arm grew back.

“Take a look behind you, Zhang Ruochen. The monks from Guanghan Field are being encircled by seventeen talents from Cloud Field. They’ll soon be killed. Do you really think you can protect them?”

Bai Ran communicated with the two monks from Cloud Field while he was talking to Zhang Ruochen. He wanted to trigger Mirror Saint Sword with them, utilizing its Second Yao Complete Power.

As long as Zhang Ruochen got distracted by saving the monks from Guanghan Field, they would use the sword to kill Zhang Ruochen.

Both the monks from Cloud Field standing behind Bai Ran were invisible. Even their forces were feeble.

To Bai Ran’s disappointment, Zhang Ruochen didn’t seem to be going to save the monks from Guanghan Field at all. Instead, he released Divine Fire Jingmie, enveloping the great beings from Cloud Field who were encircling him.

“Wind, Rain, Lightning, Thunder.”

“Star, Moon, Cloud, Light.”

Zhang Ruochen mumbled while stepping like a ghost. He waved his sword and drew a thunderstorm to most of Jingxiang Cliff Dojo.

He was trying to comprehend ‘Sword Eight Notebook’ left by Sword Emperor Xue Hongchen.

Xue Hongchen’s Sword Eight could be summarized by eight words: “Wind, Rain, Lightning, Thunder, Star, Moon, Cloud, Light.” Even the surface of these could shatter the earth.

A great being from Cloud Field grabbed a large cauldron that was a ten-thousand-patterns saint weapon, wielding it against Zhang Ruochen.

The Abyss Ancient Sword flew out of Zhang Ruochen’s hand, hitting that large cauldron and knocking it away.

That great being from Cloud Field was. .h.i.t by fierce sword Qi. His protection runes were all turned into dust.

That great being from Cloud Field was horrified.

“How can he be so powerful?”