1252 Ying Huo

The Five Town Destructive Sacred Rune released extremely aggressive electric light. It covered the entire Dragon Fire Island, turning it into a sea of electricity. There were rising and falling rumbles. It was about to destroy all the beings on the island.

Faced with such might, even Saints grew fearful.

The Fairy arched her thin eyebrows and extended a slender finger. She pointed in the air and strong Spiritual Power poured out.

In an instant, the Spiritual Qi on the island turned into creeks that flowed to her fingertip. They formed a wall of light, hovering in the sky above the imperial court Saints. The wall was like a white veil and looked very fragile, but it fended off the attack.

The thick beams of lightning hit the light like bits of rain falling into a lake. They could only create small ripples.

The space under the shield of light was extremely calm, totally different from the outside world. The various Saints all let out a breath inwardly.

"Even a Heaven Pass Realm Saint doesn't dare to take a Five Town Destructive Sacred Rune attack. If the Siming Goddess didn't help, we would've all died."

They all looked at the Fairy's beautiful backside with respect and envy. No wonder she was the Siming Goddess of the Earth God Temple. No wonder she was one of the Nine Maidens. She really had such immeasurable Spiritual Power, easily dissolving the Five Town Destructive Sacred Rune's attack.

Of course, this was also because the Five Town Destructive Sacred Rune had been applied to a large range, so its power was reduced. This was why she could block it so easily. If the Five Town Destructive Sacred Rune was focused on one point, the Fairy would have to retreat no matter how strong she was.

Three Death Knights from the Immortal Vampire camp flew up, wearing the Ten Saints Blood Armor. They stood low in the air, grasping long spears. Together, they roared, "Light of Death God."

Whoosh!

Three rings of bloody light poured out of them. They overlapped, shielding the Immortal Vampire Saints below. The three Death Knights used the Ten Saints Blood Armor and Light of Death God to turn into flesh shields, taking the brunt of the Five Town Destructive Sacred Rune attack.

The Saint Beasts of the Ancient Dragon Mountain and Nine Li Palace weren't so lucky. They dodged the lightning bolts. They quickly dug holes and dove underground, curling up, to save their lives.

"Zhang Ruochen, you won't succeed. Die!"

"Sky-piercing Dragon Thorn!"

The young Manlong and Winged Dragon lords all had advanced cultivations. They used ancient weapons to protect themselves and continued fighting, stopping Zhang Ruochen from taking the Nanling Dragon Fire.

The young Manlong Dragon lord held a dark axe with his one arm. He applied force and it spun like a windmill. Suddenly, he let go and the axe flew out. It passed through the various lightning bolts, going for Zhang Ruochen in the air.

In the distance, the young Winged Dragon lord opened his mouth, spitting out a golden dragon thorn. It flew in the air like the sun.

Zhang Ruochen was at the critical point of getting the Nanling Dragon Fire. He was fully immersed in controlling the Rules of Saintly Way. The 50-foot-long blue fire dragon grew smaller, flying toward his forehead.

He didn't dare to get distracted at all. He could only summon the Holy Carnivorous Flower for the two dragon lord attacks.

The flower rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, extending its miles-long vine. The flower at the top opened up, clashing against the dark axe.

Boom.

The dark axe was so strong. The Holy Carnivorous Flower couldn't dodge it. It could only take it straight on but obviously wasn't able to. The flower exploded; dozens of petals fell to the ground.

The Holy Carnivorous Flower wailed and retreated into Zhang Ruochen's body, deeply hurt. However, due to its blocking, the dark axe's attack was sent astray. It flew to the right of Zhang Ruochen and rushed into the clouds.

On the other end, the young Winged Dragon lord's dragon thorn was pushed aside by Zhang Ruochen's spatial distortion. It flew past his waist without hitting him.

However, the wind created by the dragon thorn hit Zhang Ruochen's stomach like a punch. He was sent flying many feet back.

He felt immense pain in his stomach. Then a metallic taste surged into his throat.

He was hurt!

Thankfully, he was wearing the Ten Saints Blood Armor. Otherwise, that last attack would've worsened his injuries. All his efforts might have been in vain.

"When I take the Nanling Dragon Fire, it'll be your time to die," he said. "Collect!"

Eyes bulging out, he roared and used all his might to store the blue fire dragon into his Sea of Qi. Then his entire body turned blue. Dragon scale-like fire flowed across his skin.

He looked extremely divine and strange.

"Zhang Ruochen actually put a mature Nanling Dragon Fire into his body."

The young Winged Dragon lord was incredulous. He put his hands together and activated all his Holy Qi to cast a saint spell.

Crack!

Just then, a crisp sound came from above his head.

Oh no.

He looked up and saw that the ancient weapon he used for protection, the Double Dragon Bone Pearl, had cracked from the lightning. Then there was a boom. The Double Dragon Bone Pearl exploded, turning into a pile of bone powder.

Without the protection, the lightning fell onto the young Winged Dragon lord.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The first bolt landed, piercing the young lord's wings, leaving a dark hole. The power from the lightning burned his wing.

The second bolt struck his body. He shuddered and a low muffled sound came from his mouth. His entire body was scorched black.

As lightning kept falling, the young Winged Dragon lord was battered. He couldn't cast any saint spells now. He could only dig through the rock and hide underground.

The young Manlong Dragon lord's protective weapon also cracked. He became even more pathetic than the young Winged Dragon lord. All his scales melted from the lightning. He slithered into a crack in the rock like a black worm.

"Such a powerful Time and Space Descendant. He really collected a mature Nanling Dragon Fire." Crown Prince Motian's eyes were shocked. He was six meters tall and covered in black magic veins. Holding a seven-meter-long Emperor-kill Demonic Sword, he charged out of the defense circle formed by the three Death Knights. Pushing up, he rushed into the dense lightning bolts.

Zhang Ruochen hadn't completely collected the fire yet. It was the best chance to kill him now. Crown Prince Motian obviously couldn't let go of this chance.

Two pairs of dark red flesh wings unfurled on his back as he flew toward Zhang Ruochen.

Kaboom!

A thick bolt of lightning struck Crown Prince Motian.

A shocking scene appeared. The magic veins on Crown Prince Motian shone with blazing light, transforming into a defensive net. The lightning that fell upon him slid off without being able to harm him.

"Emperor-kill Demonic Sword, the sky demon descends."

Crown Prince Motian flew above Zhang Ruochen. Grasping the sword, he used all his might to cut down.

As the sword fell, 36 beams of Demonic Qi flew out of the blade, forming the image of a sky demon. The image was 360 feet tall. Putting his hands together, he transformed into a sword and cut down on Zhang Ruochen as well.

Just then, Zhang Ruochen's eyes opened. Two beams of blue fire shot out of them. "Just as well. Earlier, it was you all attacking me. Now, it's my turn!"

Zhang Ruochen raised his right arm. His arm, wrist, and fingers were covered in blue fire. He pushed forward, crashing against the blade of the Emperor-kill Demonic Sword.

Boom!

Blue fire and black demonic Qi formed two energy shockwaves and quickly spread in all directions. Wherever the shockwaves went, even mountains collapsed.

Zhang Ruochen's full-power palm carried Nanling Dragon Fire as well. It was obviously wildly strong.

The demonic figure couldn't withstand the palm force and shattered with a boom. The palm grew bigger and bigger in Crown Prince Motian's eyes. He was quickly hit by the palm. His entire body shook. Coughing blood, he was thrown back like a broken kite tail.

The Saints of the imperial court and Immortal Vampires were all shocked by this scene, their hearts racing.

Crown Prince Motian's body was a Saint and had collected 11 Nanling Dragon Fire sparks. He also had the ancient sword of the Motian Tribe. How could he not take a single palm from Zhang Ruochen?

"Even Crown Prince Qitian couldn't defeat Crown Prince Motian with one strike...? Just how strong is Zhang Ruochen?"

"Is he really undefeatable in his realm?"

…

A luan bird and phoenix appeared under Zhang Ruochen's feet. He used breakneck speed to catch up to Crown Prince Motian. Activating bounding sword intent, he gathered it at his fingertip and pointed down.

Nanling Dragon Fire spread before his finger, consolidating into a three-foot-long sword of fire.

Crown Prince Motian clenched his teeth and hurriedly turned his sword horizontally to block it. However, he was thrown back once again. His injuries worsened.

One shred of Nanling Dragon Fire landed on the blood armor on Crown Prince Motian's chest. It sizzled. The Ten Saints Blood Armor was a true protective treasure, but it was still burnt lightly by the Nanling Dragon Fire.

One could imagine that a bit more fire would be able to burn through the armor.

"You're still not dead? Here's the final hit. Dragon Nine Days."

Zhang Ruochen used the tenth palm of the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm. He transformed into a huge golden dragon. Brilliant Buddhist light spread from the dragon. He extended two huge claws and pressed down on Crown Prince Motian.

A sheen of blue firelight emerged on the claws, flowing through the layers of scales. After collecting the Nanling Dragon Fire, Zhang Ruochen's Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm had become even more powerful.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to use this attack to kill Crown Prince Motian so he wouldn't become a huge enemy in the future.

Whoosh!

A vortex appeared out of thin air between the two dragon claws and Crown Prince Motian. It released strong distortive power and actually dissolved the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm's tenth palm. The huge golden dragon was sent flying too.

When it flew dozens of miles away, it turned back into Zhang Ruochen. He dissolved the force and steadied himself. With a shocked expression, he stared at the vortex hanging in the air. "Another strong Spiritual Power cultivator. Who are you?"

A slender figure emerged slowly from the vortex. She stood in the air above it and smiled prettily. "Ying Huo of the Immortal Temple greets the Time and Space Descendant."

On the ground, Sui Han grew ponderous when he heard the name "Ying Huo." Then his head shot up and he cried out, "The Immortal Goddess of the Immortal Temple, Ying Huo?"