998 Killing a Sain

"He stopped it?"

"The Empress' power can't kill him?"

There were countless Monks gathered in the Black Market, all from various sects. At the moment, they were all extremely shocked. Some were even shaking, either out of terror or excitement.

It was hard to imagine just how strong Zhang Ruochen had to be to stop the Heir Stamp supported by the Empress' power.

Kong Hongbi and Saint General Gui Gu hadn't run far. They were still in the Black Market. Hiding in a stronghold of the Sacred Central Crypt, they activated a defensive formation.

Standing within the light shield, Kong Hongbi inhaled sharply. "Ouyang Huan has such a fatal attack," he said coldly. "Once he uses the Heir Stamp, even the first of the Half-Saint Rank might not be able to take it."

As the young master of the Sacred Central Crypt, Kong Hongbi naturally had his killing move too. But it was still far from the Heir Stamp. Even worse, Zhang Ruochen actually had a Buddhist treasure that could take him to the Saint Realm. This was also above Kong Hongbi.

If this continued, he couldn't maintain his status as the strongest human below the Saint Realm, right?

Kong Hongbi made up his mind. When he returned, he would ask the master to let him see the Saint Elder. Only she could give him something comparable to the Heir Stamp so he could combat the nine Heirs.

The gully formed by Zhang Ruochen's sword was now mending slowly. The two pieces of the Black Market reconnected as one.

Black runes appeared under his feet. Like a net, they covered all the streets in the Black Market and connected with the underground.

Someone had activated the foundation formation under the Black Market. This way, the Saint-level battle wouldn't cause irreversible damage to the city.

The Heir's emperor-like power and Zhang Ruochen's Buddhist light clashed and formed a strange equilibrium. Even a Half-Saint would be thrown out by the invisible power if they were dozens of feet away.

"Only the Deity and Saints can fight with Zhang Ruochen. If we get close, it'll be suicide."

Seeing Zhang Ruochen fall, the Demonic Sect Monks were all terrified. They immediately retreated, wanting to get as far away as possible.

Zhang Ruochen wasn't relaxed at all right now. It was like thousands of mountains were pressing down on him. He had to support the Heir Stamp with all his might. If he caved in a bit, he and Beauty Shi would be crushed to dust and not even have bodies to bury.

The mysterious power radiating from the Heir Stamp controlled the space. The surrounding space turned still as if frozen.

Space had been a piece of paper to Zhang Ruochen. It could be torn and pierced. Now, it had become a layer of metal. He couldn't cast the Spatial Move or use Spatial Tears. He could only react passively.

When Ouyang Huan had claimed to kill Zhang Ruochen with one strike, he'd obviously prepared to use the Heir Stamp.

Now, Ouyang Huan and Zhang Ruochen were both hurt. They both held on, seeing who would give up first.

Of course, Ouyang Huan was more seriously injured. If the stalemate went on, he would definitely fall within 15 minutes. Controlling the Heir Stamp wasn't an easy task. It worsened Ouyang Huan's injuries.

"Lord, if you're not going to attack now, when will you do it?" Gritting his teeth, Ouyang Huan stared at the Pearl Light Pavilion lord.

"Deity, I shall help you."

The pavilion lord recovered from his shock. He landed on the ground, arriving at the edge of the Heir Stamp.

His hands seemed to be made of metal. Ten threads of Demonic Qi came out, flying toward Zhang Ruochen under the Heir Stamp. The ten threads were formed by the Rules of Saintly Way. They represented the results of hundreds of years of cultivation. Even a saint weapon would be cut apart, let alone a Monk's physical body.

The ten threads snaked out, covering Zhang Ruochen completely. One could imagine that Zhang Ruochen would become chopped meat with the pavilion lord's single thought.

"I've already said that fighting with the Demonic Sect is suicide." The pavilion lord chuckled deeply.

Close to Zhang Ruochen, Beauty Shi had fallen to the ground. Tears flowed out of her eyes, but she shook her head helplessly.

Right now, she wasn't like a Sword Saint at all. She was no different from a weak girl. She felt useless and unable to help Zhang Ruochen at all.

The pavilion lord glanced at Beauty Shi and smiled meaningfully. "Who would've thought that the high and mighty Imperial Empress of the Saintess Palace is just a useless woman? Farewell, Imperial Empress!"

The pavilion lord tightened his fists. The ten threads of Demonic Qi whooshed and tightened. They wrapped around Zhang Ruochen's eyes, neck, waist, and legs, about to cut him into dozens of pieces.

Unexpectedly, thousands of golden Buddhist runes emerged on Zhang Ruochen's skin. They actually stopped the Demonic Qi threads.

"How is it possible? How can the defensive power be so strong?"

The pavilion lord was furious. Bending down, he charged to the Heir Stamp in a blur. His hands formed a Saint-level fist print and punched Zhang Ruochen's chest.

To him, Zhang Ruochen was using all his might to support the Heir Stamp. He couldn't fight back at all. No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen's defense was, a Saint-level fist print could hurt him badly.

The black fist was getting closer to Zhang Ruochen.

Glancing at the pavilion lord, Zhang Ruochen calculated quickly. I can't dodge this punch at all.

If he suffered this punch and the Heir Stamp's weight, he would die undoubtedly.

Of course, he wouldn't just wait for death. Taking a deep breath, his meridians bulged on his skin. Then he let out a long cry. Rings of soundwaves flooded out, even shaking the Heir Stamp.

All his Holy Qi crashed and flooded out like a river.

Boom, boom.

Zhang Ruochen released nine palms continuously. Each palm had a dragon shadow. Each palm was stronger than the last.

When the last palm landed, the huge Heir Stamp was actually forced away.

In the distance, Ouyang Huan spat out a puff of bloody air. Face pale, he stumbled back. He was about to fall.

At the same time, the pavilion lord's fist print landed on Zhang Ruochen with a thud, sending him flying.

Zhang Ruochen was prepared. He gathered Buddhist Qi in his chest, dissolving most of the power.

Boom, boom.

Cracks and crashes kept sounding. Zhang Ruochen crashed through various buildings, flying back dozens of miles. Finally, he crashed into the city wall and sank into it. The tall city wall trembled from the hit.

The pavilion lord gradually collected his Demonic Qi, gathering it in his right hand. Staring at Beauty Shi on the ground, he said, "Zhang Ruochen should be disabled after suffering my True Demon Fist. It's your turn now."Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

"You dare attack me?" Beauty Shi's eyes were trained on the pavilion lord. They'd recovered some spirit.

The pavilion lord was shocked. He thought Beauty Shi had recovered. After all, Beauty Shi's true identity was one of the Demonic Sect's nine palace lords. She was a top Sword Saint.

If he'd seen her at the headquarters before, he'd have to bow respectfully. He wouldn't have dared to show any disrespect.

However, when the pavilion lord studied carefully, he saw that Beauty Shi didn't have the spirit that a Sword Saint should have. She probably said what she'd said because she wasn't willing to admit defeat.

"Ha. So what if I attack you? Do you still think that you're Ling Feiyu, the Imperial Empress?"

The pavilion lord's eyes were sinister and hostile. At the same time, he was ineffably excited. Personally killing a Sword Saint was something that deserved excitement.

He raised his black arm and pressed down toward Ling Feiyu's head.

However, sword light flew over first. With a poof, a black ancient sword cut through the pavilion lord's saint soul territory. It stabbed into his chest, sinking in inch by inch.

The momentum of the sword sent the pavilion lord flying. Red saint blood kept flowing out of his chest, spattering on the ground.

"Zhang Ruochen….you could cast a sword sign …" The pavilion lord put his hands together to stop the Abyss Ancient Sword and undo Zhang Ruochen's sword sign.

Boom.

With his long hair down and body shimmering with gold light, Zhang Ruochen flew down from the sky. He struck with a huge palm print, hitting the pavilion lord's head.

The man's head sank into his neck and he sprawled onto the ground. However, a Saint's vitality was very strong. He wouldn't die so easily.

Immediately after, Zhang Ruochen struck dozens more times. Palm prints rained down on the Pearl Light Pavilion lord. Zhang Ruochen didn't stop until the man was turned into bloody mush. His hands were covered in saintly blood. They were so red.

The entire Black Market was silent. In the shadows, many people were terrified.

"Zhang Ruochen, you dare kill a Saint of the Moon Worship Demonic Sect?" Ouyang Huan's eyes were icy. He was truly furious.

Controlling the Heir Stamp, he wanted to crush Zhang Ruochen again. However, before it could fall down, Zhang Ruochen used the Spatial Move and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen appeared at Ouyang Huan's right. He sliced at Ouyang Huan's legs with his sword.

The sword flashed.

The Abyss Ancient Sword cut an arc in the sky and sliced through Ouyang Huan's knees. It reappeared behind him.

Zhang Ruochen's sword was honestly too fast, so when he put his sword away, Ouyang Huan's body and legs were still connected.

Thud.

Zhang Ruochen hit Ouyang Huan's chest with a palm.

Ouyang Huan's chest caved in completely, his back jutting out. All the Holy Qi in him scattered. He flew back in a bloody arc and landed on the ground.

Two bloody legs remained standing upright on the ground.