Chapter 1891 - Gate of Destiny (2/2)
“It is rare for the cultivators in the Celestial Court to cultivate the Path of Truth to your level. No wonder you dare to challenge me with only Eight-Step Saint Kinghood.”
The wound on Prince Wujie healed in just the blink of an eye.
“However, the attack strength of the Path of Truth isn’t up to snuff. The Path of Truth has a counterbalance.”
“A counterbalance? Could it be…”
The b.l.o.o.d.y candor emanating from Prince Wujie’s body became stronger and stronger as he guffawed. “That’s right. The counterbalance to the Truth. It is Destiny. Here comes the Gate of Destiny!”
The Precepts of Destiny formed a translucent light gate behind Prince Wujie.
Affected by the energy of the light gate, Zhang Ruochen felt that his strength was rapidly dwindling by four to five times.
Zhang Ruochen had heard from other cultivators before this that in the Fane of Truth in the Celestial Court, cultivating the Path of Truth could boost the attack strength of Saint Techniques several times higher.
On the other hand, there was the Fane of Destiny in the Infernal Court.
Cultivating the Path of Destiny could reduce opponents’ strength several times.
“How did Prince Wujie form a Gate of Destiny behind him? He could suppress my strength with Gate of Destiny! Even with the Precepts of Truth, a Saint Technique could only produce a higher attack strength for just a split second. Besides, it takes time to perform Precepts of Truth. No way he could have performed it in a matter of a split second.”
Zhang Ruochen had sensed that the situation was turning against him. “Could he be a disciple of the Fane of Destiny?”
Only disciples of the Fane of Destiny could have cultivated Gate of Destiny, with the power of which they could suppress their opponents.
With Gate of Destiny’s suppression, the disciples of the Fane of Truth could easily kill enemies of a higher realm.
Meanwhile, the divine scions of the Fane of Truth could cultivate Realm-frame of Truth, which was something the other Celestial Court cultivators could not do.
“Is it necessary to use Gate of Destiny to deal with Zhang Ruochen?” Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord shook burst into laughter and shook his head.
“He is just showing off his skill. You know, not everyone could cultivate Gate of Destiny.”
“The way I see it—he is trying to capture Zhang Ruochen alive with Gate of Destiny. By the looks of things, Zhang Ruochen will have no way to escape his grab. No one could flee from Destiny.”
Before they all knew it, Prince Wujie had come in front of Zhang Ruochen with Gate of Destiny on his back, aiming a punch at Zhang Ruochen’s chest.
Zhang Ruochen felt unstoppable, powerful energy coming with the punch. It was as if a Supreme Saint was performing the punch, capable of shattering this heaven and earth.
“No. Not that he has become stronger. It is I who has become weaker!”
Zhang Ruochen did not bother to summon the Precepts of Truth to take on Prince Wujie as it was too late.
He knew that before he could gather all his Precepts of Truth, Prince Wujie’s punch would have hit him.
Bang!
Prince Wujie’s punch hit Zhang Ruochen on the body, breaking him apart.
But Prince Wujie’s expression did not look good. He quickly pulled back his fist, scanning his surroundings as he mumbled to himself. “Finally, a Power of Dimension.”
Zhang Ruochen’s shattered body faded into the air and just left behind his afterimages.
The next second, he reappeared above Prince Wujie and struck down with the Abyssal Ancient Blade in hands.
Prince Wujie had been on high alert all this while. So the moment Zhang Ruochen emerged from the dimension, the chain wrapping around his body automatically swung out at once.
But Zhang Ruochen was not performing an ordinary sword move but a Sword of Time.
The chain could have hit Zhang Ruochen. But as it approached, it became slower and slower until it came to a complete halt.
“Not good!”
Prince Wujie had vast combat experience and gone through countless life-and-death moments. In a split second, he reacted and performed a step, an intermediate-cla.s.s Saint Technique, to dodge rapidly.
Instead of piercing through Prince Wujie’s skull, the Ancient Abyssal Blade sc.r.a.ped past his face, shattering the Hundred-Saint Blood Armor on the face.
The Sword Force left behind a shadow b.l.o.o.d.y mark on his face.
“d.a.m.n it!”
Fury rose within Prince Wujie.
An Eight-Step Saint King was posing a lethal threat to him, which was something that should not have happened.
What shocked Prince Wujie more was, if not for the early warning from others that this male human was the Scion of Time and s.p.a.ce, he would have underestimated him and not watched out for his Powers of Time and Dimension.
Under such circ.u.mstances, would he still be able to dodge that sword move?
Baihuan Shenzi dying at the hands of Zhang Ruochen was possibly real.
Those princes and princesses watching from afar were all in disbelief.
“How could this be? Prince Wujie has obviously been forewarned! Did he underestimate his opponent and not foresee the use of Power of Dimension by Zhang Ruochen?”
“Prince Wujie has vast experience in combat; he shouldn’t have made such a mistake.”
“This is not a mistake. He almost lost his life.”
“Do you all really think that knowing that the opponent is the Scion of Time and s.p.a.ce will give you an edge over the dimensional and time techniques? This only shows that those Time and Dimension cultivators whom you all encountered last time were not powerful enough, whose delivery of power was not up to snuff,” said Xia Wenxin.
“Not that Prince Wujie has not foreseen Zhang Ruochen’s attack move. He had expected it but still couldn’t dodge it. Is that what you mean, Xia Shenzi?” asked a princess.
“You are right, partially,” said Xia Wenxin.