Chapter 2598 - 2598: Tragic End

Chapter 2598: Tragic End

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

To Wuma Jiuxing, it did not matter if this Zhang Ruochen was real.

What was important was that this person’s unexpected appearance had completely exposed him and the Pneuma Hall. He could not stay in the Infernal Court from now on.

The most important thing now was to seize the divine artifacts.

Just as Wuma Jiuxing was about to cross the Lake of the Divine Blood and head to Sword Island, the sound of water could be heard on the surface as waves rose with thick blood fog.

The starry sky above the Lake of the Divine Blood had also turned blood-red.

The cultivators on the top of the altar were all frightened. They felt that the scene in front of them was frightening. The air seemed to stink with the smell

or DIOOQ.

It was as if an ancient monster was about to come into being and wanted to devour all living things.

Even though Wuma Jiuxing had attained true divinity, the change in front of him still shocked him. Sensing an invisible, dangerous energy, he stared at Sword Island cautiously.

Chi Yao, who had transformed into Zhang Ruochen’s appearance, wanted to cross the Lake of the Divine Blood and onto Sword Island. But Xue Lingxian was at the critical moment of breaking through into a new realm, so she had to stay and protect him.

“Wuma Jiuxing, if you don’t dare to go to Sword Island, you’d better leave quickly. Otherwise, when Xue Lingxian breaks through into a new realm and becomes a god, you won’t be able to leave even if I join hands with him,” Chi Yao said sarcastically.

Wuma Jiuxing’s eyes flashed with a thoughtful look. Then he summoned the Sky Resistor. “Whether you are Zhang Ruochen or not, I will still want to see what you have got today.”

He figured that if Zhang Ruochen was bluffing, he would still have the chance to kill all the cultivators here today.

With the Sky Resistor in his hand, Wuma Jiuxing’s energy increased rapidly. Countless precept marks of the Path of Saber surged out of his body and turned into invisible divine sabers.

The cultivators of the Fane of Death, Granny Begonia, and the others had already escaped to the bottom of the Altar of Megalithic from another direction.

Once the two true gods fought, the surrounding space would become a dangerously forbidden area where even Supreme Saints could not survive.

BOOM!

In an instant, the entire Altar of Megalithic was enveloped by two mighty divine clouds.

In the clouds, the divine sabers and swords clashed and produced ear-piercing sounds.

BOOM!

“Aaaaah! ”

The two Peerless-realm Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death and Yuan Benji of the Banshi Isshou Realm were too slow to escape. They were hit by the sabers and swords, slashed into pieces, and turned into two clouds of blood mist.

At such a critical moment, no cultivator cared about the Demi-Saint Huan Zhen. It was Master Ye You who reached out to pick him up and then escaped from the Altar of Megalithic.

The group of cultivators only stopped when they reached a place where the ripples of the battle between the gods could not reach. n//OvElBIn

“The Bladeworld is supporting the Pneuma Hall. We must report this to the

Fane of Destiny, kill all the cultivators of the Pneuma Hall, and push Wuma Jiuxing onto the execution altar,” A Supreme Saint from the Fane of Death said angrily.

“Zhang Ruochen has already attained divinity and sent his clone to infiltrate the Infernal Court. He must be up to something, and we have got to report this to the Fane of Destiny.”

Master Ye You frowned, and two balls of ghostly fire surged out of his eyes. He glared at him and said, “Are you afraid? What’s the use of being afraid? Your Master, Yuan Qianmo, was trampled to death by Wuma Jiuxing. You’d better go with him.”

Then he opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

WHOOOSH!

A Saint Soul containing the Light of Origin flew out of Huan Zhen’s body and was swallowed by Master Ye You.

The Ghost relied on devouring souls to strengthen themselves. It was very easy for Master Ye You to refine the Saint Soul of a Demi-Saint.

After a while, he finished the refinement, and a faint Light of Origin appeared on his astral form.

The other cultivators at the scene looked at it indifferently, as if there was nothing strange about it, as it was normal for ghost cultivators to devour souls.

The living beings of the Ghost and the three lower clans often had conflicts because of such things.

The Seven-Armed Elder asked, “Did you get his memory? He is Yuan Qianmo’s disciple. Maybe he knows Yuan Qianmo’s secret treasure.”

The first-class figure in the Tome of the Divines definitely had wealth and treasures comparable to that of a god.

Master Ye You shook his head. “This kid’s memory was sealed by the god of the Fane of Death. How could it be so easy to get it?”

The Seven- Armed Elder looked disappointed.

Master Ye You secretly sneered, as he would never tell him the truth.

In fact, after he swallowed Huan Zhen’s Saint Soul, he had some scattered memories that were not sealed by the gods. Those memories were short and just images.

If he followed Huan Zhen’s remaining memories, he might find some good stuff.

“Give me his corpse. This is the body of a Master of Origin. It should be beneficial to me.”

The Seven-Armed Elder turned into his true form and opened his mouth, swallowing Huan Zhen’s corpse, chewed it into mincemeat, and swallowed it.

Master Ye You stared at the Seven-Armed Elder and smiled darkly. “If the Fane of Death really goes to the Xue Jue family to ask for Huan Zhen, just say that High-Saint Kai Luo from Heavenly Realm has killed him. We have to stick to our story and deny responsibility.”

High-Saint Kai Luo, standing next to Le, gnashed his teeth in anger.

After Bai Qing’er grabbed Zhang Ruochen into a megalithic building, her soft body coiled around Zhang Ruochen’s back like a snake.

Her ice-cold fingers kneaded Zhang Ruochen’s forehead like the tip of a sword.

Bai Qing’er’s body was very soft and fragrant, her two balls of warmth pressing against his back also bouncy. Her snow-white face leaned against his ear, but Zhang Ruochen did not have any evil thoughts, his attention focused on his glabella.

Bai Qing’er’s faint voice rang in Zhang Ruochen’s ear. “I know that Intergold

Tiger can attack at any time, but you tell him I can kill you before he kills me.”

Zhang Ruochen quickly calmed down. “Why did you catch me?”

“Have you forgotten our bet? This is the third time I’ve caught you, right?” Bai

Qing’er laughed.

She started coughing violently with blood from her mouth flowing down Zhang Ruochen’s neck.

Her face turned pale, and said weakly and seriously, “I need to recover as fast as possible, so I need to drink your blood. To be exact, it’s the Pale Blood Soil in your blood..”