794 Earth Blood Saint, Sky Blood Sain

Five silver claws, all three feet long, sent out five beams of sharp power waves. Zhang Ruochen was about to be ripped into shreds.

Boom.

Zhang Ruochen was still sitting cross-legged on the ground while Feng Han flew out instead. Even the five silver claws had broken. His palm was bloody.

Without him realizing, a burly man had appeared before Zhang Ruochen. Dressed in black armor, he stood firmly on the ground, radiating murderous desire.

He was the one who'd broken Feng Han's claws and sent him flying.

Feng Han landed hundreds of feet away. Blood trickled from his lips. When he glanced at the man standing before Zhang Ruochen, his face paled. "First Senior Brother…"

The soldierly man clad in black was indeed Sword Saint Xuanji's first disciple, Saint Qingxiao.

After Huang Yanchen told him the truth, he'd followed the traces Zhang Ruochen had left behind and hurried over. Thankfully, he'd arrived just in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Saint Qingxiao's eyes were like two bolts of lightning. Staring at Feng Han's four silver wings, extreme fury burned in him. "Seventh Junior Sister told me that Master's death is connected to you. I didn't want to believe this at first. If I hadn't seen with my own eyes, how would I know that you're a Vampire? Bastard, where is Master's body?"

Feng Han retreated continuously while smiling. "If you want to know where Master's body is, you can ask Sixth Junior Brother. He should know."

Saint Qingxiao grew doubtful. He glanced at Zhang Ruochen in the distance from the corner of his vision.

Now was the time.

Feng Han used this chance to spread his four silver wings. He transformed into a beam of silver light and shot into the sky.

"You dare escape?"

Saint Qingxiao didn't attack. He'd just used his thoughts and all the Spiritual Qi within a 500-mile radius was sucked away. They gathered together, forming a huge 100-meter-long handprint in the sky.

Boom!

The hand slapped down on Feng Han's body, making him fall from the sky to the ground. Feng Han crashed onto the ground. His skin exploded and he grunted in pain.

Saint Qingxiao rushed over. He pulled Feng Han up and slapped his face, breaking his left cheek. "Who are you?" he roared. "Did you kill Master?"

Feng Han supported himself on the ground with his arms. Blood flowed out of his mouth and he laughed maniacally, his hair a mess. "What are you angry about? Everyone dies. It's just a question of dying sooner or later."

"The reason you're still alive is because we were fellow apprentices and I still dare to dream for you," Saint Qingxiao said. "If Second Junior Brother was here, he'd probably have ripped you apart long ago."

Feng Han seemed nonchalant. He chuckled and said, "Yes, I indeed killed Sword Saint Xuanji. Haha, I killed a Sword Saint with my cultivation realm. With such a great accomplishment, I'll be a hero to the Immortal Vampire race, even if I die today…oof…"

Saint Qingxiao slapped him again. It was much stronger now and sent Feng Han flying. Like a dead dog, he landed hundreds of feet away.

Feng Han's face was now bloody and mangled. His neck was bent at an impossible angle, too, almost turned to the back.

Zhang Ruochen's wounds had mostly healed. He stood up slowly and released his mental power. He quickly found where the Taotian Sword had fallen. Reaching out, powerful Sword Intent rushed out from his fingertips.

Whoosh!

Pulled by the Sword Intent, the Taotian Sword flew across the night sky with white light trailing behind it. It dropped into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Carrying the Taotian Sword, Zhang Ruochen walked to Saint Qingxiao's side. Staring at Feng Han on the ground, he said, "He is the sixth prince of the Vampires. He'd been hiding by Master's side since he was young. Master drank the Pluto Blood Poison he gave him before the battle with the Nine Serenity Sword Saint. That is why he died."

"He is a traitor who lied and killed our Master." The last bit of hope Saint Qingxiao had for Feng Han was extinguished. Hands trembling uncontrollably, he walked over to Feng Han. He was ready to take care of him.

Suddenly, powerful Blood Qi rose from the ground.

Various bloody lines emerged on the ground. It was as if the earth had grown veins. They surged wildly and wrapped around Feng Han's body.

These blood-red inscriptions covered the ground within a 100-mile-radius. One could even hear thunderous sounds from the ground. It was as if the earth had grown a heart that was thudding and beating.

Has a Vampire Saint arrived? Zhang Ruochen had a bad feeling.

Saint Qingxiao's eyes darkened and he stopped walking. He didn't charge over brashly to kill Feng Han because he could feel clearly that a Vampire Saint was hiding under the surface.

Kaboom.

Thousands of blood-red inscriptions piled together on the ground, forming a huge fist that punched towards Saint Qingxiao.

He pushed his arms forward and shattered the blood-red fist. It broke into pieces of rock and fell to the ground.

"Who is it?" Saint Qingxiao asked coldly.

"Immortal Vampire, the Earth Blood Saint."

A raspy laugh sounded from deep underground. The voice was extremely eerie. It gave off a chilling feeling, like a demonic voice coming from Hell.

Saint Qingxiao's eyes turned cold. He sent out a gust of Holy Qi to sweep Zhang Ruochen into the air. Then he shot up. Manipulating the Holy Qi within him, he formed a foot and stomped down.

Kaboom!

With his foot as the center, incomparable force spread out in all directions. The blood-red inscriptions cracked inch by inch. They exploded, turning into blood. All the ground in the area turned into bloody mud.

A muffled sound came from deep underground.

The next moment, the Earth Blood Saint charged out of the ground and stopped hundreds of feet in the air with Feng Han. He had a huge pair of blood wings. They were like two bloody clouds hovering in the air, flapping softly.

Each flap created a gust of acrid wind.

Because of Saint Qingxiao's stomp, all the grass within 100 miles had died. The forests, mountains, and rivers had all cracked apart. The scene was shocking. Only a Saint had the aggressive power to destroy mountains and rivers with one stomp.

"No wonder you can counter the talents on the Five Heroes List. Saint Qingxiao's abilities are quite beyond my expectations."

The Earth Blood Saint's voice was raspy but contained extreme saintly power. Every utterance shook the Spiritual Qi in the world.

After fighting in the Void World Battleground so often, Saint Qingxiao had naturally developed a heavy murderous aura. "Are you here to rescue Feng Han or to give yourself up?"

"Tonight, the entire Eastern Region will be upended," the Earth Blood Saint said. "No matter how powerful you are, you can't counter the big picture."

"I don't understand what you're saying," Saint Qingxiao said.

"Haha! You'll understand soon."

Clad in a black robe, the Earth Blood Saint stood in the air on a cloud of blood-red Qi. Thick Blood Qi turned the majority of the sky red.

The current scene was extremely eerie. It was as if they'd returned to the ancient times of gods and demons—a god of war was facing off against a demon king and a destructive war could erupt at any time to destroy the world.

Zhang Ruochen felt something. He looked up to somewhere even higher up. He saw the moon suddenly turn scarlet.

A figure stood, a silhouette before the moon. He also had wings. However, the man was flying too high up and was too far from the ground. Thus, Zhang Ruochen could only see a tiny black speck from his position.

Saint Qingxiao also noticed the man in the moon. Glancing up, he huffed coldly. "Bring out however many strong figures you Vampires have. If you want to fight, then do it to the extreme."

"Immortal Vampire, the Heaven Blood Saint," a wispy voice came from the direction of the moon.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the moon again, but realized that the figure had vanished.

The next moment, the Heaven Blood Saint was above Saint Qingxiao's head. After unfurling his wings, they were at least 100 meters wide and were covered in palm-sized scales.

"Thunder Sky Bell." Thick Blood Qi emerged on the Heaven Blood Saint's hand. A three-inch-tall purple bell hovered inside the Qi. Electricity snaked around the small bell.

"The Thunder Sky Bell is the top treasure of the Thunderbolt Sect," Saint Qingxiao uttered. "It's possessed by their Saint. How did it end up in your hands?"

The Heaven Blood Saint laughed loudly. "The Thunderbolt Sect has already been wiped out by yours truly, and I've sucked the Thunderbolt Saint dry of saintly blood. The Thunder Sky Bell from the Thousand-Pattern Saint Weapon List is naturally in my hands as well."

Without speaking further, the Heaven Blood Saint activated the Thunder Sky Bell at full force.

The purple bell started spinning rapidly and growing larger. Ten feet, one hundred feet…Finally, it became a huge 720-foot bell. It covered most of the sky. The Qi radiating from the bell was asphyxiating.

If it rotated fully, it would cause a deafening ring and shake the entire world. The powerful sound waves formed a fist that punched down at Saint Qingxiao. At the same time, dense lightning grouped together and poured down at Saint Qingxiao like a waterfall.

He remained composed like a confident war god. Forming a print with his hands, he roared, "Spiraling Print!"

His hands struck the sky. A ring of blue-green energy waves rushed out abruptly. Two huge palms appeared in the center. They forced the Thunder Sky Bell and the Heaven Blood Saint to fly backward. The Heaven Blood Saint suffered a grave injury and spat out blood.

"The Thunder Sky Bell is powerful, but you're too weak. You can't even take a single hit."

Saint Qingxiao's long hair was all standing up. The surging battle intent formed a black battle cloud. He attacked the Heaven Blood Saint again with a Saint-level print technique.