God Emperor

Chapter 2355 Slaining Hong Futu

Of course, Zhang Ruochen didn’t want to continue fighting. Yan Huangtu was too resilient. It had been hit so many times by the Violet Gourd, but it hadn’t hurt him at all.

Zhang Ruochen probably had to use the Power of Time to destroy Yan Huangtu’s lifespan. Or Zhang Ruochen could use the Divine Purification Flame to refine it slowly. Only then would he have a chance to kill Yan Huangtu.

However, the Nine Dragons Divine Marks on the Royal Divine Bone in his body could resist the erosion of the Power of Time. Even if he stood still, it would take a lot of effort and time for Zhang Ruochen to kill him with the Power of Time. It was not an easy task.

As for refining Yan Huangtu with the Divine Purification Flame, it would take even more time.

In other words, with Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation, he could not kill Yan Huangtu.

Moreover, Zhang Ruochen had come to the Yanluo clan’s home planet to take the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill and continue to fight with Yan Huangtu. It was harmful to him and not beneficial.

RUSTLE!

The fragrance of flowers drifted into the copper temple.

Beautiful spiritual flowers bloomed at the temple’s entrance, beneath Yan Zhexian’s feet, and soon covered the entire copper temple.

Not only were the spiritual flowers runes, but even the fragrance of the flowers were runes as well.

I can’t stay here any longer. Yan Huangtu has the help of dozens of Supreme Saint Talisman Masters. He is at the advantage now.’ Zhang Ruochen thought as he gazed at Dracopent’s statues in the center of the temple. The Buddhist light in the bronze temple was emitted from a round ancient mirror on Dracopent’s chest.

The ancient mirror was only the size of a palm, and its surface was full of light and colors.

As a Master of Space, Zhang Ruochen had sensed a strange Power of Dimension fluctuation from the ancient mirror when he stepped into the bronze temple. The Precepts of Dimension around the ancient mirror were distorted.

“I’ll leave first. I’ll fight again in the future,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen moved quickly and rushed toward the ancient Buddhist light mirror. At the same time, his body shrank rapidly.

“Where are you going?”

Yan Huangtu shot out and chased after Zhang Ruochen. He raised his arm and activated some of the Supreme Inscription on the Scepter of Heaven’s Pass, emitting a blinding saint light.

This attack was aimed at stopping Zhang Ruochen.

If Zhang Ruochen continued to rush toward the Buddhist light ancient mirror, the illusory image of the Scepter of Heaven’s Pass would definitely strike him. If he was hit by the Supreme Artifact, Zhang Ruochen would be heavily injured even if he didn’t die.

Once Yan Huangtu forced Zhang Ruochen back and fell into the sea of flowers runes, he would naturally have more ways to deal with him.

It could be said that the angle and speed of this attack contained everything that Yan Huangtu had learned all his life. It wasn’t a saint technique, but it was more terrifying than a saint technique.

“If I wanted to leave, you won’t be able to keep me,” said Zhang Ruochen.

A black-light flew out of Zhang Ruochen’s hand and landed on Yan Huangtu’s chest with a whoosh.

The black light was from the black parasol of Class Two Regal Artifact that Zhang Ruochen kept in his sleeve. This attack was like a sword in his sleeve. It had an unexpected effect.

Yan Huangtu frowned. He quickly changed the direction of his attack. The Scepter of Heaven’s Pass struck the black parasol accurately.

The black parasol exploded, turning into pieces of iron cloth and metal shards.

The Class Two Regal Artifact was very weak in front of the Supreme Artifact. It couldn’t withstand a single blow.

When Yan Huangtu looked up again, Zhang Ruochen had already rushed into the ancient Buddhist light mirror.

Entering the mirror was like jumping into the water.

Yan Zhexian stared at the bronze statue and said worriedly, “Zhang Ruochen broke in after Que and Lan Ying. Yan Wushen can’t handle them alone. We…”.

Yan Huangtu interrupted her, “Zhang Ruochen and Lan Ying’s main goal is to take the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill. Under normal circumstances, they won’t attack Yan Wushen.

“Besides, with Yan Wushen’s intelligence and strength, he’ll definitely have a way to deal with it. We don’t need to worry.

“On the contrary, when we send a large group of people in, Zhang Ruochen, Lan Ying, and Que will sense danger. They’ll definitely turn around and deal with the Yanluo clan first. This isn’t good.”

Yan Zhexian felt that Yan Huangtu’s point made sense. She nodded slightly and said, “In that case, we’ll set up more powerful runes and arrays in this copper temple. It’s best to seal all three of them inside until the Celestial- Hunting Festival ends.”

The 62 Supreme Saint Talisman Masters, including Yan Zhexian, and a large group of Yanluo Clan Array Masters gathered outside the copper temple and began to carve inscriptions.

Zhang Ruochen bumped into the surface of the ancient mirror, creating spatial ripples. Then, his vision darkened, and his body was pulled into another space out of control.

Whoosh

Zhang Ruochen regained his vision and found himself in a green world.

There was a ray of good luck all around him. Around him, ancient golden trees grew. They glistened like pure gold.

There was also a lake.

The water in the lake was green.

No, what’s that?’ Zhang Ruochen thought.

Zhang Ruochen’s expression froze. He saw a huge green mountain in the eastern sky. Looking from a thousand miles away, he could feel its towering height.

The average height of the mountain was more than 100,000 meters, and he couldn’t see its end.

WHOOSH!

A deep breath sounded between heaven and earth.

Rustle

The metal tree shook violently in the wind, and a lot of golden leaves fell down.

At that moment, the green mountain range seemed to rise and fall, and it trembled slightly.

When the wind blew away the clouds and mist, Zhang Ruochen finally saw some details of the mountain range. He found that the mountain was covered with giant scales.

It wasn’t a mountain range. It was a giant green beast.

However, its body was humongous. He couldn’t tell what creature it was.

The three Thousand-Koan Realm dragon souls in Zhang Ruochen’s left arm let out anxious moans. They were very nervous and uneasy.

What exactly did the Fane of Destiny hide inside the ten home planets? Why do such terrifying creatures always appear?’ Zhang Ruochen wondered.

Zhang Ruochen wasn’t someone who would be blinded by fortune and treasures. Seeing the mountain ridge entrenched here, he was even more certain that there was no so-called Bright Kannati or Buddha sarira, he wanted to retreat.

At that moment.

Boom

A loud sound came from hundreds of miles away.

Then, a powerful nine-colored chaotic light burst out from the direction of the loud sound. The force swept away all the leaves on the golden trees near Zhang Ruochen.

The golden trees became bald.

“It’s Lan Ying’s presence,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power was affected by the Path Lock and he could not be detected hundreds of miles away. So he took off and hovered in the air near the clouds.

Around 500 miles away, Lan Ying, Hong Futu, Que, and Yan Wushen were fighting in shambles.

Lan Ying, Hong Futu, and Yan Wushen were all attacking Que at the same time.

“Leave behind the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill, and I’ll let you leave this place,” said Yan Wushen. He activated his Golden Giant Mode. He was valiant and fierce, and his body was surrounded by eighty-one Buddha halos as he attacked with a palm after palm.

“You think you can snatch the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill?” said Que.

Even though Que was suppressed by the Path Lock, his technique was still as smooth as flowing water, and his body appeared and disappeared at times.

Whoosh

Suddenly, Que appeared in front of Hong Futu in a flash and waved out an invisible force.

Hong Futu’s face changed in shock. He quickly retreated. At the same time, he activated the power of lightning as quickly as he could. He raised his arms and crossed them to block in front of him.

CRACK!

Hong Futu’s arms were broken. His body was thrown hundreds of meters away, leaving a long ravine on the ground.

Hong Futu was in extreme pain. Apart from his broken arms, a one-meter-long wound appeared on the chest of his four-meter-tall body. Saint Blood gushed out like a spring.

What was even more terrifying was that the Power of Oblivion invaded the wound.

With the wound as the focal point, Hong Futu’s body faded away, gradually fading into oblivion.

One had to know that Hong Futu was a pure-blooded Divine Beast, Bloodborne. In the future, he would at least be a pseudo god.

Hong Futu, as a young Divine Beast, could instantly kill an opponent in the same realm, and he could even kill cultivators from the Celestial Court across multiple realms.

His battle strength was not unparalleled, but it could also be said to be at the top of the line.

However, under the circumstances of being besieged, he was actually seriously injured by one move. It could be said that he had suffered a great blow in his heart.

Crash

Hong Futu gritted his teeth, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

After activating the ancestral divine power contained in the divine blood, he resisted the Power of Oblivion that invaded his body and slowly refined it. His severed arms grew back.

Just as Hong Futu stood up and prepared to fight again…

Suddenly, an ice-cold hand silently grabbed his neck from behind.

Whoosh

A Dimensional Sword cut off his head.

Hong Futu’s life force was strong. Even after his head was cut off, he still let out an earth-shattering roar, “Who? Who are you?”

Divine Power and lightning surged out of his scalp.

“Shh! Lower your voice,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen held the antennae in the shape of a pagoda above Hong Futu’s head. Divine Purification Flame erupted from his palm, condensing into a Deific Flower of Flames. It encircled his head, including the Divine Power and Lightning that had been released from his head.

In the Deific Flower of Flames, curses and screams could be heard.

A moment later, Hong Futu’s head was reduced to ashes and scattered on the ground.

Only a fist-sized Sainthood Source remained in Zhang Ruochen’s palm.

The Sainthood Source was unusual. It was brimming with divine material and Divine Marks. It was gleaming and gleaming. Inside the Sainthood Source, there was also the Soul Shadow of the Divine Beast, Bloodborne.

“The Sainthood Source of a pure-blooded Divine Beast is indeed extraordinary. It’s very close to the Divinity Source. This is good stuff. If a Supreme Saint refines it, he might become a pseudo god. At the very least, it’s possible to even become a Demigod.”

Zhang Ruochen nodded with satisfaction and put away the Sainthood Source.

Hong Futu’s headless body still had a strong spiritual will. He waved his fist and attacked Zhang Ruochen. Rays of divine light appeared on his fist.

Even if Hong Futu was at his peak, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t afraid of him, not to mention that his head had been chopped off.

Hong Futu was sent flying like a scarecrow by a wave of Zhang Ruochen’s hand.

Swoosh

Several Dimensional Rifts cut his body into seven pieces.

Hong Futu was dead. Seeing that his body was about to turn into the original form of a young Divine Beast, Zhang Ruochen quickly put its body into the Violet Gourd.

Zhang Ruochen had killed Hong Futu in the Profound Spatial Dimension. From the outside, nothing could be seen there. Everything was silent.

However, Hong Futu’s original form was hundreds of miles long. It was definitely huge.

That was why Zhang Ruochen had to put away its body before it turned into its original form. He couldn’t let Que, Lan Ying, and Yan Wushen find out that he was hiding nearby.

This time, Zhang Ruochen wanted to sit back and watch them fight before making his move.

Because of Asurendra Samay, Hong Futu and Lan Ying, including the Fane of Barasingha, were Zhang Ruochen’s biggest enemies. On the surface, Zhang Ruochen went to find Lan Ying to form an alliance, but everyone had their own ulterior motives. How could he be lenient when he had the chance to kill him?

Zhang Ruochen had always been decisive when facing enemies that could threaten his life.

As for why he didn’t kill Yan Zhexian earlier, it was because Zhang Ruochen had enough enemies in the Infernal Court. He didn’t want to form an irreconcilable hatred with the Yanluo Clan anymore.

In the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting, Zhang Ruochen killing the clansmen of the Yanluo clan on their home planet wouldn’t create too much hatred.

After all, it was unlikely that 100 million or hundreds of millions of Yanluo clansmen would give birth to an ordinary Supreme Saint. Their value was very limited.

However, Yan Zhexian was different. She was a direct descendant of the Yanluo clan and had extraordinary talent. Her future was limitless.

Killing her would definitely anger the god of the Yanluo clan behind her. It would do Zhang Ruochen a lot of harm and no good.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t know when, but he had learned to consider the way he did things from the perspective of benefits. He didn’t think about right and wrong and good and evil like before.

Perhaps this was the price of growth, a helpless act to survive in a cruel environment.

However, he had lost part of his original self and heart.

The inner demon would not appear for no reason.

After cleaning up all traces, Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the Battle of the three people not far away.

Even if Zhang Ruochen hid in the Profound Spatial Dimension at another time, he would not be able to hide from the senses of Que, Lan Ying, and Yan Wushen. However, they were in the midst of an extreme battle. They were extremely focused, so how could they have the spare energy to care?

“Yan Wushen’s cultivation has increased so much. He broke at least 20 shackles. How did he do it?” Zhang Ruochen was extremely shocked.

One had to know that he could break 30 shackles because he had eaten nine Ampliofruits and a large number of Fugue pills. He had also cultivated in the Dark Star for ten years.

Yan Wushen must have gotten a great opportunity to break these shackles.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the green mountain ridge in the distance and said to himself, “Is it related to that creature?”

He needed not only talent and hard work to become a Yuanhui level genius, but also a great inheritance and luck. He had to reach the limit in all aspects.

Obviously, Yan Wushen’s luck was not much worse than Zhang Ruochen’s.

The Path of Oblivion that Que cultivated was indeed strange and unpredictable. It could change without a trace. However, Lan Ying and Yan Wushen were not easy to deal with.

Lan Ying released more than 13 billion Precepts in him, which evolved into a nine-colored embryonic universe. He also developed the Asura World with Qi of Slaughter to suppress Que’s Power of Oblivion.

Yan Wushen, on the other hand, activated his Light of Origin and Profound Spatial Dimension, forcing Que to reveal his true form. He could not turn into oblivion to escape.

Zhang Ruochen, ‘The Precepts cultivated by Lan Ying actually reached 13.7 billion. Wujiang had only cultivated 9.7 billion, and Yan Huangtu has just broken through 10 billion. As expected of a Divine Fetus that was nurtured by the Divine Qi and Qi of Slaughter for three Yuanhui periods.

It is said that in the past Battle of Celestial-Hunting, only on rare occasions would a Supreme Saint at the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm breakthrough 8 billion Precepts. Sometimes, in thousands of years, there would not be a Supreme Saint at the Hundred-Shackle Realm’s Great Perfection stage with more than 8 billion Precepts.’

Zhang Ruochen was even more certain that killing Hong Futu was the right decision. Killing him was equivalent to cutting off one of Lan Ying’s arms.