Chapter 1845 - Frenzied Killing (2/2)

At the moment, he seemed to be above all the living beings.

When the other cultivators on the ground looked up at the Saint Tower, they were all surprised to see a small shadow of what appeared to be a human on top of the tower.

“It-It is Zhang Ruochen!”

Someone exclaimed when his keen eyes saw it was Zhang Ruochen.

“It’s him! Isn’t that Saint Tower under his feet the legendary Tower of Flames?”

“Zhang Ruochen is a cultivator from the Kunlun Realm. Since he has come, he is not going to allow any foreign cultivators to keep doing whatever they want in the Eastern Region Holy City.”

“Zhang Ruochen used to be my schoolmate in the Saint School of Eastern Region. We were in the same faculty.”

The Drifter and the Wayfarer exchanged a look.

They made their moves at the same time.

The Drifter spat out a purple glow from his mouth. Inside the purple glow was a fusiform sacred artifact.

Layers of sacred-power light wave burst out of the surface of the fusiform sacred artifact.

In a matter of just three breaths, the layers of lightwave had reached seven when the full strength of the Seventh Radiance burst out of the fusiform sacred artifact.

The Wayfarer clapped his hands together in a finger gesture, then he pointed it outward.

It was Xiaokuntun Finger, an Intermediate Saint technique that had over 100,000 precepts of the fingers infused in it.

The power of the ancient inscriptions materialized in the void, forming into two shadows of three- or four-foot-long golden pythons. Two golden pythons flew out and clashed with the fusiform sacred artifact and finger light of the Buddha’s Path.

The collision sent the fusiform sacred artifact shaking and cras.h.i.+ng to the ground, shattering the seven-layer light waves.

Meanwhile, the finger light of the intermediate Saint technique turned into golden light particles.

But the two golden pythons did not disappear. They flew down from heaven to attack the Drifter and the Wayfarer.

“Zhang Ruochen can control the ancient inscriptions?”

“Fall back! The ancient inscriptions are unstoppable!”

The Drifter and the Wayfarer’s faces changed. They summoned their best defense technique and tried to dodge the two shadows of the golden pythons as quickly as possible.

Boom!

Boom!

Two earth-shattering loud booms rose from the palace of Eastern Region, followed by two mushroom clouds rising in the air and a shock wave of the Saint Power ravaging the land.

The right half of the Drifter’s body was gone. It was lucky for him because he still kept his head, which meant he could still live.

The lower half of the Wayfarer’s body was smashed into mincemeat from the waist down.

“Zhang Ruochen has control over the ancient inscription. Kill him, or all of us will die in Eastern Region Holy City.” The Drifter shouted as he fled out of the Eastern Region palace.

The ancient inscriptions quickly gathered above the palace of the Eastern Region, becoming a storm vortex formed by the astral wind.

Each gust of astral wind was sharper than the Saint Blade.

The astral wind came down at high speed toward the half-human, half-beast Nine-Step Saint King. It brought out a silverish white bangle to form a silverish light curtain to protect itself.

Yet, the curtain could only withstand the blow for a moment before the astral wind penetrated it.

“How is this possible?”

The Saint Body of the half-human, half-beast being was ripped apart, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Even its bones were crushed to ashes.

The astral vortex kept going and moved toward the other Saint-level cultivators. Whoever got sucked into the vortex, their bodies would pulverize, no matter how high their cultivation base was.

In just a matter of moment, a dozen Saint-level cultivators had died in the astral vortex.

“How dare you!”

A three-hundred-foot-long blood palm struck down from the clouds, breaking the astral vortex.

It was a mysterious, powerful figure, whose strength was in the region of Precept Domain.

This person stood in the cloud, so it was hard to tell his appearance. His four large vampire wings were the only features of him vaguely visible.

Tornado formed when the vampire wings flapped.

“Who is he?” asked Zhang Ruochen.

King Daxi bit her lips and did not answer.

“Is it that difficult to do something for me? You have killed so many Saint-level cultivators of the Celestial Court. What secret couldn’t you talk about?” said Zhang Ruochen.

King Daxi gritted her teeth and glared at him.

Zhang Ruochen was a demon in her eyes, as he was slowly bringing her deeper into the abyss.

Zhang Ruochen must have recorded the scene of her manipulating the ancient inscriptions to the Saint-level fighters of the Celestial Court. Even if she could get away, she would have difficulty in shaking off his control.

Zhang Ruochen was slowly opening a scroll in his hand.

King Daxi had guessed it correctly; Zhang Ruochen had indeed recorded the scene.

Her ample bosom heaved quickly, then she finally compromised. “He is Tian Chen, a previous-generation four-winged Scarlet Angel of the Fane of b.l.o.o.d.y War. His cultivation base has reached the level of Greater Precept World.”

“You fought the current-gen Four-winged Scarlet Angel before; you should know how bada.s.s they are.”

“Tian Chen’s cultivation may not have reached the realm of Precept Domain yet, but he has defeated Xie Canghai of the Precept Domain realm before. So you cannot afford to offend a figure like him.”