God Emperor

Did the Blood God Sect Deity really accept Chi Zhongshan’s challenge?

“Ha. No matter how talented he is, he can’t fight a Ninth Level Half-Saint as a Fifth Level Half-Saint. Isn’t he too impulsive?”

“Anything is possible for someone as arrogant as Gu Linfeng.”

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Many people were mocking him, thinking that Gu Linfeng was thinking too simply. He lost his logic as soon as Chi Zhongshan provoked him. It was so weird that someone like him could become the Deity of the Blood God Sect.

In a tower.

Wan Huayu stared at Gu Linfeng with suspicion.

Earlier, she’d seen Gu Linfeng. From the short exchange, she could see that the man was lustful, but he wasn’t completely brainless. Why would he accept Chi Zhongshan’s challenge so easily?

“Does he have some trump card that can fend off Chi Zhongshan’s attack?” Wan Huayu asked.

In the yard, Chi Zhongshan was slightly surprised, but he soon became overjoyed. Laughing, he said, “As expected of the Deity of an ancient sect. You are quite daring.”

Chi Zhongshan was afraid Gu Linfeng would run back into the house, so he impatiently attacked. A pair of fiery fists crackled. He shook the Spiritual Qi violently with a slight move.

Kaboom.

Fiery red clouds stretched out, consolidating into a nine-foot-tall flaming raven. It spread its wings and flew forward. Chi Zhongshan’s steel fists overlapped with the flaming raven.

Zhang Ruochen’s face turned golden-red from the reflection, but he was still composed. Smiling in scorn, he said, “You think you can show off before me with your skills?”

He reached out and a dragon’s roar came from within his bones and flesh. He didn’t display any martial techniques and just slapped forward a simple palm.

A blood-red palm print consolidated and hit Chi Zhongshan’s head. There was a boom and then the huge palm forced the flaming clouds and Chi Zhongshan under it.

Boom!

Rings of ripples spread out. The ground caved in, forming a 30-foot-long palm-shaped ditch.

Chi Zhongshan only persisted for a moment. Then there was a string of cracking sounds. His legs and neck broke at the same time.

The powerful palm strength forced him to kneel at the bottom of the ditch, unable to raise his head.

A while ago, Chi Zhongshan’s legs had already been broken. He’d been forced to kneel before countless Monks. He didn’t expect that it would happen again so soon after his legs were reconnected.

“Gu…Linfeng… How can you…be so strong…”

Chi Zhongshan felt greatly humiliated. He couldn’t take this. Golden flames surged out of his entire body to break through the palm print’s suppression.

Zhang Ruochen huffed coldly and added more strength. A deafening sound came from the ground. With Chi Zhongshan as the center, hundreds of feet caved in.

“I said you’ll kneel for ten days,” Zhang Ruochen barked. “How dare you get up?”

The sound wave carried strong Spiritual Power and almost forced Chi Zhongshan’s saint soul out his body.

Chi Zhongshan’s saint soul was heavily injured. His spirit lowered too. With his head hanging, he knelt on the ground and stopped resisting.

A large mass of gasps came from the entire Yingsha City. No one was unsurprised. Did a Fifth Level Half-Saint really force a Ninth Level Half-Saint to kneel with just a palm print?

What had just happened was practically like a dream. It was unbelievable.

“Gu Linfeng…how can he be so strong? Is he really a Fifth Level Half-Saint.”

Some suspected that Gu Linfeng had some treasure that could hide his cultivation. There was no way he was only a Fifth Level Half-Saint.

“Did he use outside help? Did the Blood God Sect’s Hierarch give him saintly power?”

Wan Huayu rested her chin on her slender hands as she pondered. She suspected that the power Gu Linfeng had displayed wasn’t his own power.

After all, Wan Huayu’s father had given her something before she’d come to the Blue Dragon Void World. She could use her father’s saint power against a strong enemy when needed.

Of the people present, probably only Shangguan Xianyan knew that Gu Linfeng hadn’t hidden his cultivation and hadn’t used outside help either. He’d only been a Fourth Level Half-Saint when he was in the Blood God Sect.

It was already a miracle for him to reach the Fifth Level within one or two months. How could he hide his cultivation?

The Blood God Sect Hierarch had indeed gifted them his saint power, but Gu Linfeng had already left by then. Shangguan Xianyan had that beam of saint power. She didn’t give it to Gu Linfeng yet.

Did Gu Linfeng use his own power to defeat Chi Zhongshan?

A chill went down Shangguan Xianyan’s spine. She even stopped breathing as her eyes grew extremely serious.

Gu Linfeng was only in the Fifth Level, but he was already so powerful. If he reached the Ninth Level, who below the Saint Realm could be his match?

“How dare you? Release Chi Zhongshan immediately.”

Yuan Di and Situ Chaobei, the other two generals of the Canglong Army, rushed out at the same time. They attacked Zhang Ruochen from the air.

Yuan Di had a pair of metal wings on his back. They gleamed with cold light. Each feather was like a golden sword. Situ Chaobei was a bald man with a huge stature. His body was made up of chunks of muscle. Every step he took would shake the ground.

Their cultivations far surpassed Chi Zhongshan’s. Respectively, they were in the middle and later stages of the Ninth Level. They were definitely two very powerful figures.

One was shockingly strong while the other was filled with boundless strength. Once they worked together, they could definitely fight someone at the pinnacle of the Ninth Level.

Yuan Di arrived first. He flipped in the sky and his huge metal wings cut down from the sky, striking Zhang Ruochen’s head.

Crack!

Zhang Ruochen sent a palm out, crashing against the metal wings. Instantly, there were scratching sounds. Like metals rubbing against each other, massive sparks flew.

The next instant, Yuan Di flew out. He crashed against a wall in the yard and then against a semi-transparent light shield. With a thud, he fell onto the street. His golden wings had snapped and his mouth was covered in blood.

Who would’ve thought that such a strong Ninth Level Half-Saint would be unable to take a slap from Gu Linfeng?”

“God Form Fist.”

Seeing Yuan Di get thrown out by a slap, Situ Chaobei realized that Gu Linfeng wasn’t easy to deal with. Thus, he used a Consummate Skill fist technique.

The God Form Fist could unleash 28 times the attack strength. The fist technique’s strength was close to a saint spell.

Situ Chaobei was already boundlessly strong. He could lift mountains with his bare hands. With the God Form Fist’s additional power, one could imagine just how strong his punch was.

“Situ Chaobei’s combat power is close to someone at the pinnacle of the Ninth Level. I don’t believe Gu Linfeng can take it.”

Chi Yutang gripped the arms of his chair with a nervous expression. Just then, Gu Linfeng had defeated Chi Zhong and Yuan Di one after another. His aura was so powerful and attacked the mentalities of the Lingxiao Heavenly Mansion generals.

If Gu Linfeng could defeat Situ Chaobei, then no one would dare to call themselves geniuses before him anymore.

The generals of the Lingxiao Heavenly Mansion weren’t the only ones thinking this. Shangguan Xianyan, Wei Longxing, Wan Huayu and the others all widened their eyes. They wondered how Gu Linfeng would react to this.

They also wanted to see clearly if Gu Linfeng was using outside help.

A huge fist with sharp aura was already before Zhang Ruochen. The powerful wind howled, blowing his hair and clothes.

“Seven-Apertures Blood Palm.”

Zhang Ruochen raised his left hand and activated his Holy Qi, pouring it into the Seven Kill Boxing Glove. At the same time, seven vortexes of Blood Qi appeared at the center of the boxing glove.

The seven vortexes grew bigger and bigger, sweeping toward Situ Chaobei. Terrifying aura spread out quickly with Zhang Ruochen’s hand as the center.

The suffocating force fell on all the Monks nearby. Even when standing hundreds of feet away, it still felt the sky was falling. One could imagine how much pressure Situ Chaobei, who had fought with Gu Linfeng, was feeling.

Sizzle, sizzle.

Red Blood Qi appeared before Zhang Ruochen, consolidating into a red 30-foot-tall figure. It had 12 bloody wings and radiated with a terrifyingly domineering aura.

“That is…Pluto’s image,” a Monk of the Blood God Sect yelped. “Only those who have cultivated the seventh aperture of the Seven-Apertures Blood Palm can produce that phenomenon.”

The Seven-Apertures Blood Palm was a saint spell invented by Pluto. Only Monks who’d cultivated it to a very advanced level could resonate with Pluto’s aura and form his apparition.

Kaboom.

Zhang Ruochen slapped down with 40 times the combat power, forcing Situ Chaobei to the ground.

Situ Chaobei’s legs bent. Blood flowed out of his seven apertures and his skin cracked open. His entire body was a bloody mess. He was still breathing, but he’d completely lost the ability to fight.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed Yuan Di and made him kneel between Chi Zhongshan and Situ Chaobei.

The three knelt in a row. Their saint souls were injured, so they fell into low spirits. They didn’t even have the will to go against Zhang Ruochen.

“Did Gu Linfeng really cultivate the Seven-Apertures Blood Palm to the highest level?”

Shangguan Xianyan shot up from her seat in shock. Her shoulders sagged a bit and then stood back up. It was a great up and down.

That moment, she realized she’d made a huge mistake. This Deity wasn’t arrogant at all. He was truly powerful enough.

Merely a Fifth Level Half-Saint, Gu Linfeng’s power was already this strong. If he rose two more levels, no one under the Saint Realm in the Blood God Sect would be his match.