God Emperor-Chapter 2532 - The Troublesome Woman
Chapter 2532: The Troublesome Woman
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Shan Qiu said in a deep voice, “Don’t come over! I’ve already sent a message to Master Yuan Qianmo. He’ll be here immediately.”
Gong Nanfeng was furious. “You’re suspecting me? Fine, fine, fine. With your cultivation, you can’t see through the truth. I don’t blame you. When Yuan Qianmo comes, I’ll tell him.”
Zhang Ruochen watched coldly. With Gong Nanfeng as a perfect witness, the cultivators of the Infernal Court couldn’t suspect him.
!!The Enchanteur Chamber was going to suffer!
Just as he thought of this, his expression suddenly changed.
To cover up the truth, Bai Qing’er had to hand over the Tensho Compass and join hands with him to kill the god. With her shrewdness, how could she allow Gong Nanfeng to expose her identity?
‘I hope I’m overthinking. Perhaps Bai Qing’er’s too heavily injured after using the martyr move. Even if I want to get rid of Gong Nanfeng, I can’t,’ Zhang Ruochen thought.
Three streaks of light flew quickly from the depths of the dark universe.
Apart from Yuan Qianmo, the other two were Yuan Shu and Lan Ying.
Shan Qiu sighed in relief and said, “Lord Yuan Qianmo will be here soon. Lord Overseer’s identity will be revealed soon. If I’ve offended you in any way, please… Ah…”
Shan Qiu Let out a miserable cry. Numerous Dimensional Rifts flew out of his body, and his Neverwither physique exploded.
BANG!
On the other hand, Lu Baitou died the same way.
Zhang Ruochen’s face darkened. He immediately looked at Gong Nanfeng, but there was no sign of Gong Nanfeng?
Bai Qing’er’s voice rang in Zhang Ruochen’s mind. “Keep it a secret for me. Otherwise, you’ll be exposed when you cooperate with the cultivators of Kunlun to seize the Tensho Compass. I know you’re not afraid of being exposed, but you don’t want the Fane of Destiny to know that Kunlun wants to save the Lord of Nephilim Island, do you?”
Zhang Ruochen activated the power perception of the Heart of Truth but found nothing. It only meant that Bai Qing’er was at least 100,000 miles away.
Yuan Qianmo’s voice came from afar like a giant wave. “You dare to kill the Supreme Saint of a fane in front of me. Zhang Ruochen, aren’t you too arrogant?”
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and smiled bitterly. He knew that he had been tricked by Bai Qing’er.
This woman must be taking revenge on him. She must be avenging herself on him for taking the Tensho Compass.
A woman’s desire for revenge was indeed powerful.
In a moment, Yuan Qianmo, Yuan Shu, and Lan Ying crossed tens of thousands of miles and appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen. Each of them released powerful saintly might and locked onto Zhang Ruochen with their spiritual power as if they feared he would escape.
Lan Ying giggled like a child. “I admire you, I admire you. As expected of the grandson of Wargod Bloodximius, Supreme Saint Ruochen can kill people and leave no traces behind. Lu Baitou is, after all, the Thousand-Koan Realm Supreme Saint of the Fane of Barasingha. Even deities can not be killed casually. I’ll give you a compliment!”
As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up. The smile on his face was not pure but evil.
Yuan Shu said, “Zhang Ruochen, do you know that Lu Baitou is the Divine Envoy of Mo Yunduan of the Fane of Death? If you don’t give a reasonable explanation, no one can save your life today.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “Mo Yunduan’s Divine Envoy?”
“You can’t call the gods by their names,” Yuan Shu said.
Zhang Ruochen sighed. “I didn’t kill them.”
“There are still spatial fluctuations in the space. Is there a second Cultivator of Dimensions here beside you?” Yuan Qianmo said faintly.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Someone used the Power of Dimensions to kill them from afar and frame me. Didn’t you see Overseer from the Fane of Destiny just now? He was captured by the other party with Power of Dimensions.”
“I didn’t see anyone except you,” Yuan Qianmo said.
“Supreme Saint Ruochen is so quick-witted. He made up a story in an instant. Let’s cut to the chase. The Fane of Barasingha isn’t easy to bully. Our Supreme Saints shan’t die in vain. You have to pay with your life.”
The heavenly divine light and blood-red killing intent radiated from Lan Ying’s body.
The killing intent and divine light condensed into a blood-red Bloody Slaughter above his head. It turned into a strong streak of light and flew out.
Wherever the Bloody Slaughter flew past, the space was like a piece of paper. Countless lines cracked open.
Clang
The Ancient Abyssal Blade flew out by itself. Under Zhang Ruochen’s control, it flew out, leaving a sword technique afterimage that was hundreds of feet long.
Rumble
The two sword tips collided accurately.
The tip of a needle met the tip of wheat.
The Bloody Slaughter wasn’t a real sword after all. It exploded instantly and turned into thousands of sword qi.
Most of the Sword Qi was blocked by Zhang Ruochen’s space domain, but a streak of coldness still passed through the space domain and flew past his neck.
Zhang Ruochen did not move. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Thousand-Koan Realm!”
“It’s the peak of the Thousand-Koan Realm,” said Lan Ying with a grin.
Lan Ying was a cultivator who was purer than Que. That purity was because he knew what he wanted and his path. He would not be influenced by the outside world and always adhere to his thoughts.
In his eyes, everyone was no different from prey.
Que, on the other hand, valued victory and defeat. He was determined to win and lose.
That was why Lan Ying was better than Que. After reaching the Thousand-Koan Realm, he directly entered the peak of the Thousand-Koan Realm. No distracting thoughts could stop him.
Lan Ying said, “I didn’t expect you to cultivate Swordsmanship. It seems pretty good.”
The Ancient Abyssal Blade flew back and fell into Zhang Ruochen’s hand.
Zhang Ruochen waved the sword gently and said, “I haven’t used a sword for a long time to cultivate the saintwill. Why don’t you give me some pointers?”
“Sure! But if your attainments in Swordsmanship are too poor, you will die. I’m not joking!”
Lan Ying smiled sinisterly. A mighty sword will burst out of his body and condense into a physical form. It looked like a horrifying Asura’s shadow.
This was his Slaughter Swordwill!
“Come to me, my sword.”
A cyan broadsword floated in front of him.
“This sword is called Clearsky.”
Lan Ying did not hold the sword. Using his thought, the cyan broadsword slashed down from the sky, and Asura’s shadow swooped down.
The sword enlarged to 33 miles long.
A shocking cold qi was released from the sword’s edge, freezing the space.
It really froze the space, trying to stop Zhang Ruochen from escaping.
“Blossoming Cadence!”
Zhang Ruochen was not affected by the freezing of space. He raised the Ancient Abyssal Blade above his head, and the Time-Space Swordwill manifested. It condensed into a strange white flower, wrapping his body inside.
He swung the sword and collided with Clearsky.
The Time-Space Swordwill and the Slaughter Swordwill also collided fiercely.
Zhang Ruochen’s body flashed with divine light. He dissolved all the power and disappeared in an instant.
Whoosh
Zhang Ruochen walked out of the space behind Lan Ying and slowly struck out with his sword.
It seemed slow, but there were Marks of Time that merged with the sword and intersected with the sword moves.
This strike was swift.
At least in Lan Ying’s senses, it was speedy. He didn’t even have time to react.
BOOM!
Lan Ying did not turn around. A second sword flew out of Lan Ying’s body. It slashed out behind him to break Zhang Ruochen’s Sword of Time.
Then, the third sword flew out and turned into a sword dragon.
The sword dragon was formed from many Precepts of Swordsmanship and Sword Qi. It spun and flew, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Tens of thousands of sword chimes sounded simultaneously, like a dragon’s roar.
Seeing that the sword dragon was about to hit Zhang Ruochen’s chest, Zhang Ruochen blocked it with his sword. Four mysterious imprints appeared on the Ancient Abyssal Blade’s body. They exploded with four powers: Wind, fire, water, and thunder.
Rumble
Zhang Ruochen flew backward like a fallen leaf.
Swoosh
Lan Ying and Zhang Ruochen rushed out at the same time and collided fiercely. Their figures were in disorder, and the sword Qi was everywhere. The intense and dense collision sound was heard like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
…
With the royal robe of Yuan Shu and her high crown and hair tied up, she looked beautiful and peerless. She looked at the fierce confrontation between the two and said, “Zhang Ruochen is not a reckless person. There is no reason for him to kill here. The deaths of Lu Baitou and Shan Qiu are quite strange.”
“Does it matter?” Yuan Qianmo asked.
It didn’t matter at all.
What was important was that there was already a reason for Zhang Ruochen’s death.
Some cultivators sensed the ripples of the battle and flew nearby. They looked at the two fighting and discussed animatedly.
“I heard that Lan Ying’s cultivation has reached the peak of the Thousand-Koan Realm. He challenged several powerful Supreme Saints in the Banshi Isshou Realm, but none of them could block his sword. Zhang Ruochen is only in the Hundred-Shackle Realm. How can he compete with him?”
“I guess Lan Ying didn’t use his full strength. He was just playing with Zhang Ruochen. After all, he was still in the Hundred-Shackle Realm on the Celestial-Hunting battlefield, and he could cut off Zhang Ruochen’s head.”
“In the last 1,000 years, Lan Ying has finally come to the front of everyone. He is worthy of being the Divine Fetus, a figure recognized by the Sword of Asura.”
A Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint said coldly, “What do you know? Can’t you see that Zhang Ruochen has already reached the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm?”
“So what if he’s at the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm? He’s a whole realm lower than Lan Ying!”
“In the same realm, Lan Ying is not much weaker than Zhang Ruochen. Now, the two are not on the same level at all. The gap has been widened.”
The Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint said, “There is a gap between Zhang Ruochen’s realm and Lan Ying’s. However, he has a Demigod-level physique. Once he reaches the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm, the power of the Demigod-level physique can be fully unleashed. With the Demigod-level physique, he can make up the power gap. He can’t do anything to him unless Lan Ying can beat him in Swordsmanship.”
Yuan Shu communicated with Yuan Qianmo telepathically. She said, “Who do you think will win this battle?”
Yuan Qianmo said, “Although Zhang Ruochen’s Demigod-level physique is strong, Lan Ying is the Divine Fetus and the sword spirit of the Asura sword.”
“Do you mean that no matter how powerful Zhang Ruochen’s physical strength is, he won’t be able to benefit from Lan Ying, who has no physical body?” Yuan Shu asked.
Yuan Qianmo said, “In terms of strength, Lan Ying is no weaker than Zhang Ruochen.”
“So, you think Lan Ying will win?”
“Not win, but he can kill Zhang Ruochen. Besides, he is the only person who can kill Zhang Ruochen. No one else can do it, including you and me.”
Yuan Shu understood what he meant.
Because the Intergold Tiger was protecting Zhang Ruochen. If the two of them attacked, the Intergold Tiger would likely appear to stop them.
But Lan Ying was different. If he killed Zhang Ruochen, the Intergold Tiger wouldn’t stop him. Just like how the Swastika Seiryu didn’t stop Zhang Ruochen when he killed Yan Wushen.
Luo Shengtian and the powerhouses from Devala arrived. Seeing the two in the fierce battle, they asked the spectators. They discovered that Zhang Ruochen had killed the Supreme Saint of the Fane of Death and the Fane of Barasingha.
Feng Qingli was surprised. She sneered. “Zhang Ruochen really doesn’t know how to restrain himself. Doesn’t he know that he’s in the limelight? It would be strange if the Fane of Death and the Fane of Barasingha let him off lightly for such a thing.”
“The Prince Consort shouldn’t have done such a thing. Maybe the Fane of Barasingha and the Fane of Death framed him,” Yan Hanyi said.
Luo Shengtian said, “Then teacher, please separate them first.”
“Okay!”
Yan Hanyi responded and turned into a light shuttle and flew out.
Yuan Qianmo glanced at him and shook his head with a smile. He stretched out his right hand and drew a vortex. His sleeve floated in the vortex.
Yan Hanyi, flying hundreds of miles away, suddenly felt his body spin and fly out of his control. When the spinning force disappeared, Yan Hanyi discovered that he was standing in front of Yuan Qianmo.
“Master Qianmo’s Qiankun Cloudy Sleeve is extremely exquisite. I’m impressed.”
Yan Hanyi smiled bitterly. He was also a powerhouse in the Paramount Realm and could be called a Demigod. However, he didn’t expect Yuan Qianmo to capture him in front of him with just a raise of his hand. Yuan Qianmo’s method was so brilliant that it was frightening.
This was the first-class figure in the Tome of the Divines. It was far beyond anyone’s reach.
Yuan Qianmo smiled politely. “Zhang Ruochen killed Shan Qiu of the Fane of Death and Lu Baitou of the Fane of Barasingha. Our two fanes will definitely take revenge. Please don’t interfere, Mr. Yan.”
Yan Hanyi was about to speak when he felt massive pressure on his body. He couldn’t move.
Yuan Qianmo was still smiling, “So many eyes are watching. If we can’t kill Zhang Ruochen, how can our two fanes salvage our reputation? If we kill him, we’ll pay with our lives. Even if Luo Yan finds out, justice is on our side.”
His tone was low, and his smile was warm. It was as if he was discussing with Yan Hanyi.
However, Yan Hanyi felt the pressure on his body increase. He could only force out a smile. He was furious, but the difference in cultivation was too big. He couldn’t explode.
Luo Shengtian saw something was off. He couldn’t help but clench his fists and wanted to rush out personally.
Feng Qingli pulled him back and said, “What are you doing?”
“Lan Ying has reached the peak of the Thousand-Koan Realm. Zhang Ruochen is no match for him. They’re going to kill someone. We must stop them before we find out what happened,” Luo Shengtian said.
Feng Qingli said, “Who can you stop? Yuan Qianmo or Lan Ying? You can’t stop either of them!”
The veins on Luo Shengtian’s face bulged. He finally understood what Luo Yan had said when he took the Quasi-Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill from him. There was indeed a massive flaw in his personality.
Otherwise, he would not lag behind Lan Ying and Que in the Thousand-Koan Realm.
He was at the Early-stage of the Thousand-Koan Realm, while Lan Ying was at the peak of the Thousand-Koan Realm.
There was a huge gap in both cultivation and combat strength.
“No matter what, Zhang Ruochen is still the Prince Consort of Devala. We can’t just stand by and watch, can we? Today, I still want to fight,” Luo Shengtian said.
Feng Qingli used her spiritual power to envelop him, “Zhang Ruochen brought this upon himself,” she said. “He doesn’t deserve sympathy. Have you ever thought about why no one is willing to stand up for him except for you? He’s all enemies in the Infernal Court. Everyone wants to see him killed!”
Yuan Qianmo glanced in the direction of Luo Shengtian from afar. His voice rose and spread across the starry sky. He said, “Zhang Ruochen killed Shan Qiu, the Supreme Saint of the Fane of Death, and Lu Baitou, the Supreme Saint of the Fane of Barasingha. It is a personal grudge. Cultivators from all forces, please give me face and don’t interfere. Otherwise, you will become the enemy of both Fane of Death and the Fane of Barasingha.”
His last sentence was particularly cold and harsh. It contained a powerful saint’s might, shocking all the cultivators present to silence. They didn’t dare to speak.
Feng Qingli said in a low voice, “See? Yuan Qianmo is warning you and everyone else. Master Yan was suppressed by his saint’s might. With him standing there, no one can save Zhang Ruochen.”
Just then, a cold voice came from afar. “The Fane of Death and the Fane of Barasingha are so intimidating. Since it’s a personal grudge, can I intervene?”
Did someone dare to challenge Yuan Qianmo and disregarded the Fane of Death and the Fane of Barasingha?
A white deer emitting divine light pulled a magnificent carriage and drove over from the empty universe. The carriage was engraved with the unique patterns of the Xue Jue family. The surging and incredible power was released like a tide.
“What a powerful saint might. Who Is It?”
“Don’t tell me you can’t recognize that pure-blooded Divine Beast?”
“What? That’s a Divine Beast?”
“That’s the engagement gift that Wargod Bloodximius gave to Madam Nixuan, the Scioness of the Fane of Asura.”
“The first lady of the Xue Jue Family has arrived. This is going to be a good show!”
