God Emperor

“The place with more danger is with more fortune. If I wouldn’t go there by myself, how could I know whether I would find a more precious treasure than the Resurrection Potion or not?” Feng Han was full of spirit, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

Feng Han was so determined that other Half-Saints of Immortal Vampires could do nothing but to follow his words.

Gee!

Suddenly, Feng Han felt a strand of strong sword Qi rising from darkness.

He looked in the direction where the sword Qi came from.

A black sword Qi’s light flew to him at a rapid speed. Above the light was a black ancient sword, behind which dozens of sword Qi blades lined up like a spindle and rushed forward.

“How dare you!”

A shout was heard in the camp of the Immortal Vampires.

Half-Saint Yicheng took a step forward, rose above the ground and stayed about ten meters high in midair. His dried-up palms, which were full of wrinkles, pushed forward.

Threads and threads of scarlet blood came out of his palms, and condensed into a blood-colored curtain of light.

But the power burst from the black ancient sword was so powerful that it broke through the curtain and kept moving forward.

“How strong its penetration is!” Half-Saint Yicheng was a little surprised.

Immediately after this, three other Half-Saints of Immortal Vampires went on attacking the black ancient sword and finally made it retreat.

The black ancient sword disappeared in darkness.

Feng Han stared at the sword, and a silhouette of its owner came to his mind. He put on a little smile, and seemed to say to himself, it’s such an advantage for me now that he’s in the netherworld, too.

Naturally, there were many human monks from all influential forces hiding in the darkness.

“Who is it? He would dare to attack the Sixth Royal Prince of the Immortal Vampires!? Doesn’t he know that now Immortal Vampires are well prepared and have begun to attack Kunlun’s Field?”

Ye Honglei wore red gauze, standing at the foot of a tomb. She looked to the direction of Ghost God Valley and gave a charming smile.

Ye Honglei used to be the Red Wish Emissary. After Emperor One died, she and Orange Star Emissary, Murong Yue, had become the two most competitive figures amongst those who wanted to be Young Master of Black Market Excellence Hall.

As she had won the support of Nine Serenity Sword Saint, Fantasy Saint and the family of Ye, she was taking the upper hand silently.

She took a great risk to come to the netherworld and search for Resurrection Potion this time in order to give the potion to an old father of the Black Market Excellence Hall and win his support.

With his support, she could beat Orange Star Emissary completely and become the new Young Master of Black Market Excellence Hall in the east.

A young man dressed in purple stood behind Ye Honglei. He was about 27 or 28, had a pair of eagle eyes and two sword-like eyebrows, and seemed aloof. “There are more than a dozen Half-Saints surrounding Sixth Royal Prince of the Immortal Vampires. It is really unwise to fight against him.”

He was one of the new Seven Star Emissaries, Purple Mirror Star Emissary.

Purple Mirror Star Emissary was a rare talent. He had practiced for 60 years to become a Half-Saint, and now had become one of the powerful lords in the Black Market in the east.

Blue Scale Star Emissary laughed. “Who should be so bold to fight against Immortal Vampires? He had better be really powerful, or he will definitely die here.”

The beautiful eyes of Ye Honglei searched the darkness with curiosity.

BOOM!

BOOM!

…

A giant red rabbit walked out with steady steps. Each step shook the ground heavily.

Zhang Ruochen stood up straight on the head of the Elephant-swallowing Rabbit. His eyes were as cold as ice.

The Abyss Ancient Sword floated above his head as if it were weightless. Sword Qi formed a space about 23 meters in diameter like a light ball to protect him in the center.

Elephant-swallowing Rabbit kept walking to Feng Han until it was about 333 meters away from him. Its demonic eyes stared at the Half-Saints ahead with no fear at all.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen, Feng Han put on a smile, “Sixth Junior Brother Apprentice, I didn’t expect that we should meet again this soon. When I looked at the sword, I knew it must be you.”

“Since you knew I was here, you should make the wisest move to run away immediately. Don’t you know that I’m going to kill you?” Zhang Ruochen said coldly.

Feng Han didn’t change his look, but all Half-Saints along with him in the netherworld could not tolerate that Zhang Ruochen was unrespectable to their Sixth Royal Prince, and put on hostile looks.

Half-Saint Yicheng operated the Rule of Wind and Fire. A pair of Blood Wings grew out of his back, penetrated Dragon Skin Soft Armor and stretched quickly.

Lines and lines of Rules of Saintly Way gathered on the wings and became a part of the Saint Qi. Suddenly, a strong blow of the wings caused a strong storm, which rolled toward Zhang Ruochen.

Rule of Wind and Fire ranked Number 1,867 among 3,000 Rules, and was the major Rule of Saintly Way that was taken by Half-Saint Yicheng.

Fire dragon and wind blade crossed each other in the darkness, making whizzing noises.

Martial arts were blended with the Rule of Wind and Fire to give out outrageous power, shaking the heaven and earth.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the back of the Elephant-swallowing Rabbit with a poker face. The Abyss Ancient Sword made a sound, flew out automatically and swung in the front.

Hua!

A blade of sword Qi flew through the storm toward Half-Saint Yicheng.

Half-Saint Yicheng perceived the enemy’s powerful cultivation one more time and rushed to retreat. At the same time, he clapped on his chest and activated the treasures for protection continuously to form seven layers of defense.

The seven layers of defense were destroyed in a minute with a series of cracking noises.

At the last minute, a silver shield rose from the chest of Half-Saint Yicheng and barely stopped the blade.

Even so, Half-Saint Yicheng was seriously wounded and flew backwards. The skin of his whole body broke into pieces and blood kept bleeding out of his armors.

“What a blade! Half-Saint Yicheng has practiced for more than 200 years and his comprehension of the Rule of Wind and Fire has been unimaginably high, but still he couldn’t defend even one blade of it.”

“Was the attack of a sword warrior so scarring?”

…

Feng Han looked at the seriously wounded Half-Saint Yicheng and felt a little shocked. He looked back at Zhang Ruochen again. “Your cultivation has progressed so much in such a short time. I’m surprised.”

Zhang Ruochen took the Abyss Ancient Sword back, and said indifferently, “In order to kill you, surely I have worked very hard.”

A hale and hearty old man with white hair walked out from the left side of Feng Han. He stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said in a low voice, “Sixth Royal Prince, let me deal with him.”

He was called Half-Saint Shuntian, the strongest one amongst warriors of Immortal Vampires. He was already 440 years old.

Although Immortal Vampires enjoyed longer lifespans than human monks of the same level, Half-Saint Shuntian had lived to his last years and only one to two years were left for him.

That’s why he came to the netherworld and looked for the Resurrection Potion. He wanted it to extend his life.

There was a fierce Void Ghost Beast standing beside Half-Saint Shuntian.

Void Ghost Beast let its sharp fangs out, glared at Zhang Ruochen with its golden eyes and roared at him as if it had sensed the anger of its owner.

Naturally, Zhang Ruochen had noticed the old man beside Feng Han. The minute the old man stared at him, he felt as if his body couldn’t move.

In other words, if the old man were to attack him, he couldn’t escape from it.

Feng Han shook his hand gently and laughed. “He’s just a Fish-Dragon Realm monk, and there’s no need to bother you, my elder Shuntian. Besides, it’s the hatred between him and me, I should take care of it by myself.”

Zhang Ruochen was the Time and Space Descendant. There must be many invaluable treasures on him, such as Taotian Sword, Emperor Buddha’s sarira and so on…

If Half-Saint Shuntian killed Zhang Ruochen, wouldn’t those treasures all be taken by him?

Feng Han didn’t believe that an aging Half-Saint, a powerful lord of Immortal Vampires who was about to die in just a few years, would hold much respect for him.

After he got the treasures, he was sure to take them all for himself.

“He’s a Fish-Dragon Realm monk?”

Half-Saint Shuntian looked at Zhang Ruochen again with surprise.

He didn’t notice this before but truly the young man seemed to have no saint soul.

There was a large sound of astonishment in the darkness. No one had expected that the young man standing on Elephant-swallowing Rabbit was just a Fish-Dragon Realm monk.

Could a Fish-Dragon Realm monk rout a Half-Saint with just one blade?

It must be known that the Half-Saint had used the Rules of Saintly Way. No Fish-Dragon Realm monks, even the best sword warrior of them, could defeat the Rules of Saintly Way.

“He must be a new King with such powerful strength. Why has no one ever seen him at the Kunlun Heir’s banquet?”

Ye Honglei’s beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen. She opened her crystal-clear red lips, and said. “It’s him…How is that possible…”

“You know him, my lord?” asked Purple Mirror Star Emissary.

“Of course, he used to be a great enemy to us, Black Market Excellence Hall, and once killed two Star Emissaries. Everyone thought he was dead. Who could believe that he was still alive?”

Ye Honglei didn’t know how to describe her feelings. She was shocked, curious, but a little expectant as well.

Upon hearing this, all seven Star Emissaries standing behind her were reminded and now knew the identity of Zhang Ruochen.

“Wasn’t he… the dead Time and Space Descendant?” Blue Scale Star Emissary opened his eyes wide. He was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground.

Ye Honglei nodded slightly, and an enchanting and charming look appeared on her snow-white face. “This has become more and more interesting. There would be a huge disturbance in Kunlun’s Field if word of this was to be returned.”

“My lord, if we could bring his head back to Black Market Excellence Hall, your reputation would surpass Murong Yue for sure, and even Emperor One of the past. After all, Emperor One failed to defeat Zhang Ruochen when he was alive,” whispered Purple Mirror Star Emissary.

“No rush.”

Ye Honglei smiled, “we’ll let him fight with the Immortal Vampires first. I’m very curious about how powerful he’s become now.”

Zhang Ruochen had impressed Ye Honglei deeply. Even Emperor One had suffered from this incomparable talent several times in the past.