God Emperor

An Array Master was, beneath a Supreme Saint, an existence that could be described as invincible.

Murong Yefeng who had appeared half way through the bout, did not disturb Mister Godcliff at all, and he only felt that he would be delayed a while longer here.

Mister Godcliff sneered. “There seemed to be plenty of people in Kunlun Realm who are not afraid of death. Don’t you know, that you should stay far away when you encounter an Array Master?”

Murong Yefeng’s battle robe fluttered in the air, as he said. “After today, you will understand a truth. When you meet me, it is you that should stay far away.”

Aside from a Supreme Saint, this was the first cultivator who had spoke to him in such a tone. Mister Godcliff smirked. “There are no Array Masters in Kunlun Realm, so you don’t know how powerful an Array MAster is. Understandable, understandable. Today, I will let you know how ignorant you were.”

“Seven-Star Sepulchural Moon.”

Mister Godcliff hand formed a complicated hand sign.

Suddenly, seven bright stars flew out from the center of his eyebrows, and floated onto the surface of the sea.

The size of the stars was at least as huge as a palace, and the largest one was like a meteorite suspended in mid-air, as it exuded a thick suffocating aura.

The actual volume of the seven stars had, in fact, not been fully revealed.

Their true size were no smaller than the Eastern Region Holy City.

“Divine power… the seven stars are radiating divine power… they are…”

Murong Yefeng’s eyes were solemn, as he felt that the surrounding space had become as heavy as iron.

With his cultivation base, it was like being trapped in a swamp, and it became extremely difficult to raise his hand and feet. The giant Flamelion Beast under him was anxious as it felt an unprecedented dangerous aura.

Mister Godcliff smiled. “These seven stars are all Divine Stars, and I had bought them from the various holy cities at high price. With these seven stars as base, and engraving them with the inscriptions of a Ninth-rank Formation Array, so they are connected as a whole.”

“With the power of the seven stars, even if they are not comparable to the divine star of a true god that reflects upon the universe, but beneath a Supreme Saint, it is enough to sweep everything aside.”

“No matter how many elites were to come, they are nothing but fodder, and could be easily crushed.”

An Array Master, could at times determine the outcome of a Battle of Merits, and this words were no mere boast.

Mister Godcliff, who had summoned the seven divine stars, was no different than a god in the eyes of a normal cultivator.

The difference between a Divine Star of a true god and his is that the former can reflect the stars across the universe, while his can only illuminate an area tens of thousands of miles.

At this moment, even with thousands of Saint Kings were to attack him at the same time, it was likely it would not result in anything.

“Not necessarily.”

The saint Qi in Murong Yefeng’s body turned into a torrent as it rushed into the sky, and breaking into the clouds.

BAM!

The clouds was set aflame, and became crimson red.

At the center of the flame clouds, a burst of supreme power blasted out, and the aura spread across the entire Eastern Region Holy City. Slowly, a nine-legged ancient cauldron appeared from the flame clouds, and shook the skies.

There were nine life-like phoenix patterns on the cauldron , as if nine ancient divine phoenixs were being sealed inside the cauldron, and wanted to rush out from it.

There were many cultivators in the Eastern Region Holy City who saw the ancient nine-legged cauldron, they let out a series of exclamations.

“The Nine-Phoenix Cauldron… it’s the Nine-Phoenix Cauldron. I’ve never expect to see this Supreme Sacred Artifact would appear in the Eastern Region Holy City once again. Which elite of the Black Market had come?”

“There are no more than five people in the entire Black Market that could rouse the Nine-Phoenix Cauldron to such an extent.”

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The Nine-Phoenix Cauldron was one of the battle arms of the Evil Emperor eight hundred years ago. After Chi Yao killed the Evil Emperor, she had sealed the Nine-Phoenix Cauldron within the sacred mountains in the Eastern Region Sacred Court. It was later taken away by the Jiuyou Sword Saint, the Phantom Saint, and the Master of the Black Market’s Hall of Excellence, and was brought back to the Black Market.

Murong Yefeng knew every well how complicated the situation at the Eastern Region Holy City was, so before he came, he had borrowed the Nine-Phoenix Cauldron.

Murong Yefeng’s cultivation base was extremely powerful, and his combat ability unparalleled, being able to fight against a Supreme Saint for a short period of time. Now with a Supreme Sacred Artifact supporting him, he was even more powerful, and did not fear Mister Godcliff at all.

Jiang Yunchong appeared behind Mister Godcliff, as his long hair fluterring in the air, as he held six cities in his hand.

Each of the six cities were made out of saint iron, and within each side was the saint corpse of a Supreme Saint, providing the cities a steady stream of energy. The six cities combined with his Gates of Six Harmonies, and slowly revolved around him.

“Mister Godcliff, we will let you understand today, that coming to Kunlun Realm, even an Array Master must learn to keep his head down, or else death awaits.” Jiang Yunchong gritted his teeth, as he blasted the six cities out and attacked Mister Godcliff.

At the same time, Murong Yefeng roused the Nine-Phoenix Cauldron to its maximum potential, and the cauldron bombarded downwards as nine flaming phoenixes rushed out of the cauldron, and let out a screech that rang across thousands of miles.

BAM!

After coming under attack the two elites in Murong Yefeng and Jiang Yunchong, even Mister Godcliff had to get serious. His face was extremely serious as he controlled the seven divine stars to fight against them.

The battle was extremely violent, and the entire Eastern Region Holy City shook.

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The Tower of Flames was three hundred and thirty-three-storeys tall. At the center of the tower was a patio that left from the bottom of the tower to the top.

A flame was burning at the center of the patio.

The brighter the flames burned, the more of the ward inscriptions were being activated.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen used the Circuit Suppression Pearl to firmly suppress the flames at the first level.

As a fifty-eighth-level spiritual power Saint King, Zhang Ruochen’s heavens eye could see thousands of miles away, and saw Jiang Yunchong and Murong Yefeng fighting fiercely with Mister Godcliff.

“Mister Godcliff’s strength is just too terrifying, I need to suppress the flames, and not allow him to use the ancient wards.”

WHOOSH!!

Zhang Ruochen felt a faint saint path fluctuation was closing in on him quickly.

The person bore a strong killing intent, as a sword light stabbed out, and aimed at the center of Zhang Ruochen’s back. Suddenly, sword Qi rampaged throughout the tower as the sound of swords rang out.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to call out the Ancient Abyssal Blade and kill the attacker, but upon recognizing the person’s identity, Zhang Ruochen halted the thought.

BAM!!!

The point of the saint sword landed on Zhang Ruochen’s back.

Zhang Ruochen stood still on the spot, and the armor on his body blocked all of the attack’s force.

The armor formed into a powerful counter force, and sent the beautiful figure flying away.

The beautiful figure, dressed in palace costume, looked about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a long royal blue hair, and a cold and proud face.

When she saw Zhang Ruochen’s side profile, she was startled and said. “Zhang Ruochen?”

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Ruochen’s face as he turned around, with a complicated look in his eyes. “Greetings, Saint Liuli.”

The palace-costumed beauty was a new generation of saints of the Chen Clan, Chen Liuli.

Of course, she also had another identity. The princess consort of Qianshui Commandery, and Huang Yanchen’s mother.

Upon seeing Zhang Ruochen, Chen Liuli’s heart was conflicted, and there were many things that she wanted to say, but she could not say a word. Once, this young man before her was the son-in-law whom she admired and most proud of.

But now, things were different, and only a mess of past grudges and gratitudes.

Chen Liuli said. “Did the lord ancestor died in your hands? Are you back here for revenge?”

“Revenge? What revenge?”

Zhang Ruochen said. “Do you think that, when your daughter stabbed me that other time, that my resentment will only be sated after I destroy the entire Chen Clan? I always thought of myself as someone who knows who my enemies are, and I’m not that cruel.”

“No…Zhang Ruochen, why are you here? And in whose hands did the lord ancestor died in?” Chen Liuli asked.

Zhang Ruochen did not blame Chen Liuli either. After all, Chen Yuhua’s body was lying outside, and any cultivator who saw him appearing within the Tower of Flames would naturally treat him as the murderer.

Zhang Ruochen said, “If I were to tell you that elder Chen Yuhua did not die in my hands, would you believe me or not?”

“I will.” Chen Liuli replied.

A surprised look appeared in Zhang Ruochen’s eyes.

Chen Liuli said. “Yanchen’s judgement is never wrong, I believe her.”

“Please don’t mention her in from of me. We are strangers now, our love and bond had been broken.” Zhang Ruochen looked away and stared out of the tower.

No one could understand the pain in his heart, and hearing Huang Yanchen’s name was a like spike piercing into his heart.

Letting go, easier said than done.

After a long while, Zhang Ruochen asked. “You’re here to seek help, right?”

“Yes.”

Chen Liuli nodded.

Immediately after, a look of despair appeared in her eyes.

The main city of the Eastern Region Saint King Manor was under attack by a large number of cultivators from foreign realms, and was in grave danger.

Chen Liuli had fought tooth and nail to break out of the siege, and rushed here to get Chen Yuhua to activate the Tower of Flames, and use the ancient wards to kill the invading foes.

Chen Yuhua was the number one elite of the Chen Clan, and the last hope of the Chen Clan.

But the moment she saw Chen Yuhua’s body, Chen Liuli’s heart had already sank to the bottom, knowing that the Chen Clan was clearly done for, and there was no longer any hope.

Zhang Ruochen took out the Seal of Flames, and held it in his hand as he said. “Before Elder Yuhua died, he passed me the Seal of Flames, and asked me to the the Prince of the Eastern Region.”

A bright light appeared in Chen Liuli’s desperate eyes, and she said. “Then hurry up and use the Seal of Flames to activate the Tower of Flames, mobilize the ancient wards and suppress the chaos in the Holy City.”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, and said. “One’s spiritual power must be of the fifty-ninth level to activate the Tower of Flames.”

In the entire Kunlun Realm, the number of cultivators that had reached the spiritual power of fifty-nine level could be counted with ten fingers.

At this juncture, where could they find them?

“It seems like the heavens wants the Chen Clan, and the Eastern Regions to perish.” Chen Liuli smiled bitterly, as a mist appeared in her eyes, as she finally felt the feeling of powerlessness.

At this moment the clansmen of the Chen Clan were being mercilessly slaughtered by the enemy, yet she could not change anything.

Zhang Ruochen said, “Since I’m now the Prince of the Eastern Region, I will not allow anyone to do as they please in my domain. I will follow you back to the main city of the Eastern Region Saint King Manor.”

“You?” Chen Liuli asked.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said. “What? Are you doubting my strength?”

Chen Liuli’s eyes softened a a little, as she said earnestly. “Don’t needlessly go to your death. Take advantage of the fact that they had yet to control the Great Orbital Array and the ancient wards, and flee the Eastern Region Holy City.”

As she said that, Chen Liuli walked out of the tower with a look of grim determination.

Zhang Ruochen stared at her back, and had to say, just by her back alone, Chen Liuli and Huang Yanchen were too similar. He then asked. “Why aren’t you fleeing?”

“The Eastern Region Saint King Manor is my home. I want to live and die with it.”

Chen Liuli did not look back.

In the face of impending death, she seemed to be not at all afraid.

“With such a group of cultivators with a determined mind, Kunlun Realm will eventually rise again.” Zhang Ruochen said.

The next moment, Chen Liuli returned to the Tower of Flames, as an anxious look appeared on her face as she said. “They are here. Zhang Ruochen, you should escape now.”

“They…are here?”

Zhang Ruochen calmly looked out of the tower.

He only saw a gloomy ghost fog rushing it from the night into the spirit mountain, and soon surrounded the entire tower. The fog mist revolved around the Tower of Flames, and the howling of thousands of ghosts rang out from the fog, and was extremely terrifying.