God Emperor

“If I can’t fend it off, then I won’t.”

As Zhang Ruochen spoke, he put Le’s body gently onto the ground. Then he straightened himself and stared at the Saint Leader of the Mu Family in the clouds.

Ling Feiyu was slightly shocked. She thought about what Zhang Ruochen meant.

The Saint Leader didn’t waste any time. He activated his Holy Qi and attacked directly.

Beams of icy Rules of Saintly Way and Holy Qi poured out of him at the same time. They converged at his palms, forming a brilliant battle sword.

The Saint Leader was very clear about Zhang Ruochen’s records. This man could defeat the nine Heirs by himself. Thus, he was already using all his might with the first attack.

“Cold Light Welcoming Sword.”

“Mu Qingtian is indeed careful. He immediately used a saint spell. He wants to kill Zhang Ruochen with this strike, not giving him any chance of survival.”

…

The power from this saint spell forced countless cultivators under the Half-Saint Realm to their knees.

Zhang Ruochen, standing at the center of the spell, clearly suffered from even more pressure.

Ling Feiyu couldn’t keep calm anymore. She wanted to help, but Ye Xiaoxiang stopped her.

“Palace Lord Ling should trust Zhang Ruochen,” Ye Xiaoxiang said. “It’s only three strikes. What if he can take it?”

A storm rose up around the Saint Leader. “Die,” he uttered.

He pressed his hands down. The Cold Light Welcoming Sword struck forward. Instantly, the brilliant battle sword fell down like a sword-shaped mountain.

Everyone’s eyes were on Zhang Ruochen. They wanted to know how the Time and Space Descendant would block this attack.

Instead, they saw Zhang Ruochen’s aura change dramatically in an instant. Beams of sword intent poured out, forming sword images.

Then the sword images gathered, forming a 30-foot-long saint sword.

It was a sword formed by sword intent.

“This…”

Ling Feiyu and Ye Xiaoxiang’s expressions both changed slightly.

With their cultivations, they naturally discovered immediately that Zhang Ruochen had reached the Sword Saint Realm.

Whoosh!

Zhang Ruochen and the 30-foot-long sword transformed into a sharp beam of light. They rushed into the air, crashing against the Cold Light Welcoming Sword.

The sword light powerfully shattered the Cold Light Welcoming Sword. A string of explosions sounded.

“I finally understand what he meant. If he can’t fend it off, then he won’t. He’ll attack directly. He’d completed Sword Seven, becoming a true Sword Saint.”

A rare smile appeared on Ling Feiyu’s pale and flawless face.

Seeing the incoming sword light, the Saint Leader’s mouth twitched. He recognized that Zhang Ruochen was using Sword Seven.

A complete Sword Seven.

With Sword Seven’s terrifying penetrative abilities, even the Rules of Saintly Way of a later-stage True Saint would find it difficult to block.

“Redmoon Mirror.”

A black vortex appeared in the Saint Leader’s forehead. It was like a black hole and an ancient red mirror flew out of it.

This was a treasure of the Mu Family. There were 13,000 runes carved inside the mirror. It was a Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapon.

It was countless times stronger than a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon.

Boom!

The 30-foot-long saint sword in Zhang Ruochen’s hands crashed against the Redmoon Mirror, shaking the world. Rings of waves rippled out, crashing into the ground.

Thankfully, Ling Feiyu and Ye Xiaoxiang were two Saint Kings and could dissolve that force. Otherwise, the shockwaves that seeped out would definitely cause a great number of deaths.

“Such a strong sword technique. He shattered the Cold Light Welcoming Sword with one strike.”

“Zhang Ruochen’s abilities are so terrifying that they forced the Saint Leader to use the Redmoon Mirror to block the strike.”

“Sword Seven. It must be a complete Sword Seven. From now on, we might have to call him Sword Saint Ruochen.”

…

The cultivators of the Demonic Sect couldn’t even see Zhang Ruochen and the Saint Leader. They only saw a red moon and brilliant sword light.

A middle-age clan’s family leader attacked personally but couldn’t suppress a younger figure. How could this not be shocking?

The Saint Leader was clearly embarrassed. He huffed coldly and slapped a hand onto the Redmoon Mirror. Holy Qi spewed out within him.

Looking from the ground, it was like a red moon shining brilliant light and dyeing the land within thousands of miles red.

Boom.

The 30-foot-long saint sword couldn’t take the Redmoon Mirror’s light and shattered.

Joy appeared on the Saint Leader’s face. He pressed the other hand on and pushed the Redmoon Mirror down.

Zhang Ruochen’s expression didn’t change. The moment that the sword intent saint sword exploded, the Abyss Ancient Sword flew out. It appeared in his hands.

“Strike!”

He struck with the sword.

In an instant, the time flow around Zhang Ruochen and the Saint Leader slowed down. The Abyss Ancient Sword cut an arc. With a crack, it broke the headpiece on the Saint Leader’s head.

The Saint Leader retreated hurriedly. He didn’t steady himself until he got to the peak of Mount Tianmu. His long hair was scattered, hitting his face messily.

The entire world was in silence. The cultivators of the Demonic Sect all stiffened. They were too shocked to speak.

If Zhang Ruochen could slice off the Saint Leader’s headpiece, then how far was he from cutting off the man’s head?

“Three strikes have ended. I’m leaving!”

Zhang Ruochen looked coldly at the Saint Elder. He landed on the ground, collected the Abyss Ancient Sword, and picked up Le’s corpse again. He used the Great Spatial Move and was 300 miles away in an instant.

After using the Great Spatial Move many times, Zhang Ruochen was already gone from the Peakless Mountain, disappearing in the vast world.

The cultivators of the Demonic Sect finally realized what had happened. They were all gasping.

Shock appeared in Qi Feiyu’s pretty eyes too. “So powerful,” she said. “The Saint Leader has such great cultivation but he actually lost to Zhang Ruochen.”

Lin Suxian found it to be unexpected too. “He completed Sword Seven and became a Sword Saint at his young age. How could he comprehend the realm of No Regret with his age?”

“No matter what,” Qi Feiyu said, “Zhang Ruochen’s name will probably shake the entire world after today’s battle.”

Lin Suxian nodded as well. “I’m finally starting to anticipate the seventh of the next month.”

Under Mount Tianmu, Ling Feiyu glanced at Ye Xiaoxiang. “It seems that Zhang Ruochen doesn’t want Palace Lord Ye to send him off. I hope you still have a chance in the future.”

With that, Ling Feiyu transformed into a beam of sword light and flew back to the Saintess Palace.

Ye Xiaoxiang clenched her fists. Her eyes extremely sharp, she scoffed coldly. Her figure faded and finally disappeared from the spot.

Yun Zheng knew that Zhang Ruochen was strong, but he didn’t think he was this strong.

He quickly walked to the silver Luan chariot. “Vice Sect Leader, you can’t let Zhang Ruochen leave. That man has already become a Sword Saint. He’ll definitely be our great enemy in the future.”

Ouyang Huan’s eyes were grave. After a moment of thinking, he said, “In that case, then you go stop him.”

Yun Zheng’s expression changed. “I… How can I be a match for him?”

Ouyang Huan sneered coldly. “It’s good that you know. It’s not easy to stop a Saint who wants to leave. There’s higher chance of a Saint King succeeding, but Palace Lord Ling wants to protect him. Palace Lord Ye made a promise. If we go after Zhang Ruochen now, wouldn’t we be offending both of them?”

“But Zhang Ruochen is so strong,” Yun Zheng said. “What if he causes trouble on the seventh?”

“Zhang Ruochen is very smart,” Ouyang Huan said. “He didn’t break into Mount Tianmu or forcefully take Mu Lingxi away. That’s why he could leave the Peakless Mountain alive. But if he dares to cause trouble on the seventh, he would be damaging the sect’s core interest. The big figures wouldn’t let that happen.”

“So that means if he dares to enter Peakless Mountain on the seventh, he’ll definitely die? What if… Palace Lord Ling continues to protect him?”

“If Ling Feiyu still dares to step out at that time, the entire Ling Family will be killed, let alone her.”

Ouyang Huan chuckled. Sinister light flashed past his eyes.

News of Zhang Ruochen breaking into the Peakless Mountain spread throughout the world. It caused a storm in the cultivation world.

“Zhang Ruochen actually used three strikes to defeat Mu Qingtian and cut off his headpiece? Really? Mu Qingtian is a horrible old demon. How could he fail like this?”

“The Time and Space Descendant Zhang Ruochen hasn’t died and instead improved greatly?”

“I heard that Zhang Ruochen will climb the Peakless Mountain again on the seventh and steal the bride.”

“That crazy? Zhang Ruochen really lays down low but creates a storm whenever he appears.”

“Guess whose bride he’s stealing. It’ll definitely scare you.”

…

News spread extremely quickly. That night, the Saint Lady also received the information in the Ziwei Palace.

She held the communication rune. A faint smile appeared on her delicate and flawless face. “He finally walked out of his depression, but… Going to steal a bride from the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect isn’t a wise choice. Is there a difference between becoming the enemy of Qiu Yu and the entire Kunlun’s Field?”

Qiu Yu was the divine parasol tree. He may become the World Spiritual Root of the Kunlun’s Field in the future. He never became enemies with any forces. Instead, countless forces were friendly with him.

If Zhang Ruochen stole Qiu Yu’s bride, then he was undoubtedly becoming enemies with the entire world.

The Saint Lady pondered for a bit. Then she took out the communication rune and walked to Saint Palace Yuanchu. She would tell Huang Yanchen for her to decide.