God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen stood alone in a six-colored star fog and looked ahead.

Color, light, time, space, and the precepts of heaven and earth all showed signs of distortion here.

Further ahead was a pitch-black and empty space, containing unpredictable dangers. The star fog turned into twisted ribbons that lingered on the surface of the darkness.

Those Saint cultivators who traveled the universe were most afraid of encountering such a place.

That place was at the edge of the seventh Dark Star.

'The energy here was 100 times stronger than the third Dark Star. The seventh Dark Star is not a place for ordinary cultivators,' Zhang Ruochen thought.

The core area covered by the third Dark Star was only one million miles in diameter.

The seventh Dark Star was six million miles in diameter.

Even a Supreme Saint would find it extremely difficult to ascend to the third Dark Star. Zhang Ruochen suspected that an ordinary Neverwilt Realm Supreme Saint might not even be able to fly off the ground when he ascended to the seventh Dark Star.

The target of 600 Supreme Saints of the Immortal Vampires was too large, so Zhang Ruochen stuffed them all into the Violet Gourd.

Zhang Ruochen decided to investigate the situation of the seventh Dark Star on his own first. To avoid unnecessary casualties, he would then release all of the Supreme Saints to wipe out the seventh Dark Star.

Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to fly into the dark space, the Heart of Truth suddenly trembled and sensed something.

"Huh?"

He looked back and looked across the layers of space. He saw a meteoroid thousands of miles away.

There were many powerful energy fluctuations on the meteoroid.

...

This meteoroid was like a stone mountain tens of thousands of meters long. It flew in the universe and never once stopped.

There were dozens of saint corpses lying on the ground with blood stains on them.

The Saint Blood was ignited and turned into a sacred flame with the smell of blood.

The powerful Wills of Death subdued the thirteen Saint King Celestial Captives and forced them to kneel on the ground. They lacked the dignity and power of a Saint King. Their clothes were tattered, and they were as skinny as sticks. They were the same as the beggars on the streets.

Even their eyes had become cloudy due to the long period of torture, humiliation, and enslavement. They had lost the spirit and energy that a Saint Realm powerhouse should have.

Apart from that, there was also a white-bearded elder in the Supreme Saint Realm.

The Supreme Saint Blood in him had been drained countless times. His blood qi had become extremely thin, and he was even skinnier. His old face was like a layer of skin covering his bones.

The white-bearded elder knelt on one knee in front of Yuan Mo and Qi Yang. He looked at the dead body on the ground. His heart was aching, but he still spoke in a pleading tone, he said, "I am the Supreme Lord of the Southern Sword Realm. My Lords, please spare our lives. We will definitely do our best to serve you. From now on, all living beings in the Southern Sword Realm will be your slaves. We will construct 100,000 sacred temples throughout the world and carve the divine statues of my lords, which will be worshipped by all slaves."

Yuan Mo raised his chin and revealed a mocking smile. He said, "A Supreme Lord of the realm is actually willing to kneel at my feet. Aren't you too cowardly?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's just that I don't dare to die."

The white-bearded elder knelt on the ground and lowered his head. He laughed miserably.

Then, he said, "I'm the only living being in the Southern Sword Realm who has cultivated to the Supreme Saint realm. At least, I have some use. I can speak to the Supreme Saint of the Infernal Court and beg to be a slave."

"But if I die, who can speak for the living beings of the Southern Sword Realm? They will either become food for the Rakshasa or be killed by the Ghost and the Corpusian. They will become wandering ghosts with corpses strewn all over the place."

As he spoke, he started to shed tears.

"I don't ask for anything else... I just... I just want to find a way for them to live."

Behind the white-bearded elder, the thirteen Saint Kings were also covered in tears.

They were not crying for themselves, but for the billions of lives in the Southern Sword Realm.

They were already the strongest powerhouses of the Southern Sword Realm, but they were unable to find a way for the mother world to live. The pain in their hearts, the unwillingness in their hearts, and the helplessness in their hearts made them want to die.

However, they struggled to live until now.

Qi Yang wore golden armor and was extremely handsome. His long and narrow eyes were raised as he smiled evilly, "Are there any beauties in the Southern Sword Realm?"

"Yes... There are. If my lord accepts the Southern Sword Realm as your slave realm, all the beauties in this realm will belong to you." A Saint King Celestial Captive had an expectant look in his eyes.

Qi Yang smiled, he snorted, "I already have 7,000 concubines in my imperial palace and 30,000 slaves. There are many Saints and Saint Kings among them. How can the mortal women of the Southern Sword Realm be of my taste? I was just joking with you, but you actually took it seriously!"

The Southern Sword Realm's 13 Saint Kings gritted their teeth and struggled furiously to get up.

"A bunch of lowly slaves. Do you still want to resist?" said Yuan Mo.

Yuan Mo's eyes turned sharp as he released an even more powerful Will of Death. He suppressed them until they knelt on the ground again, and the sacred bones on their bodies crackled.

"Trash like you don't even have the right to be my slaves. You should just be the prey when you are in the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting."

The white-bearded Supreme Saint elder lowered his head. His eyes were filled with despair as tears dripped down.

He could not help but think about why the universe was so cruel. What did the Southern Sword Realm do wrong to end up like that?

He was a gifted genius. He was determined to lead the Southern Sword Realm to prosperity. He did not have a path of cultivation for the Saint King Realm. Instead, he created his own path of cultivation.

He did not have a path of cultivation for the Supreme Saint Realm, but he cultivated painstakingly for five hundred years and developed a method to become a Supreme Saint.

When he reached the Supreme Saint Realm, he thought that he could finally realize his dream. However, what came next was the attack of the Infernal Court.

In front of the Infernal Court, he was as weak as an ant.

Qi Yang said, "Don't talk so much nonsense with them. Kill them and bring their saint corpses back quickly. We still need some saint corpses to build The Altar of Death."

Just as Yuan Mo was about to make his move, he suddenly felt a powerful wave of Saint Qi. He raised his head and looked forward.

Whoosh

A streak of golden light approached from afar and landed on a rock in the starry sky. It condensed into an evil and handsome figure.

Who was it, if not Zhang Ruochen?

The arrogant Yuan Mo and Qi Yang noticed him. Their expressions shifted in fear. They couldn't help but take a step back. To defend themselves, they each summoned a weapon at the Regal Artifact level.

The Saint King and the Supreme Saint of the Southern Sword Realm were both confused.

Why did these two powerful Supreme Saints of the Infernal Court suddenly become so nervous?

What were they afraid of?

Could it be that the young man with ten Golden Wings was an important figure?

Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised. He said, "So it's you two. Long time no see."

Yuan Mo was the younger brother of Supreme Saint Yuan Fei, the number one powerhouse of the Deathkin. He was once the commander of the Battlefield of Merits in Kunlun's Northern Region and a top Deathkin powerhouse below the Supreme Saint Realm.

Qi Yang was the son of Lord Qi Tian of the Deathkin. He had also been to the Battlefield of Merits in the Northern Region. Like Yuan Mo, they were both first-class powerhouses below the Supreme Saint Realm.

Qi Yang had a strong desire for beauty. His goal in taking part in the War of Merit was to capture one of the nine beauties from the Portrait of the Nine Beauties. He had even set his sights on Fairy of a Hundred Flowers at the time.

Yuan Mo and Qi Yang were both extremely talented. They had the battle strength to fight a Supreme Saint with the cultivation of a Saint King.

Now, the two of them had reached the Neverwilt Realm.

Yuan Mo's face muscles trembled. "Why are you here?" he asked quietly. "Are the Supreme Saints of the Immortal Vampires arriving soon?"

Yuan Mo had killed a large number of innocent people in Kunlun. Zhang Ruochen had a strong desire to kill him. However, he hadn't found a chance to do so in the Divine Domain of Destiny.

Zhang Ruochen gazed sharply and said. "Is this how you speak to me?"

Yuan Mo felt a shiver run down his spine as he sensed Zhang Ruochen's cold killing intent. He continued to retreat, he said tremblingly, "My elder brother is Supreme Saint Yuan Fei, the number one powerhouse of the Deathkin. If... If you dare to... kill me, my elder brother will... will definitely make you die a horrible death."

Zhang Ruochen walked over step by step and said, "Are you threatening me? I, Zhang Ruochen, have never been provoked by a weakling in such a presumptuous way. If I don't kill you, I will not be able to wash away the humiliation on me."

Qi Yang's face had turned ashen from fear. When he saw Zhang Ruochen walk by, he quickly retreated into the distance.

How could he be a hero and help Yuan Mo at that time?

Zhang Ruochen had even said such shameless words. Obviously, he wanted to find an excuse to kill Yuan Mo. What was the difference between rushing forward and seeking death?

Zhang Ruochen didn't deduct points for killing people.

Killing one was murder, and killing two was also murder.

"If you dare to escape, I will drain the blood on your body one drop at a time and make you beg for death," said Zhang Ruochen as he glanced at Qi Yang.

Qi Yang, who had wanted to escape, was so scared that his legs went soft. He stopped in place with a sad face.

Yuan Mo sensed that Zhang Ruochen's killing intent was getting stronger and stronger. He knew that Zhang Ruochen must be trying to settle the old scores of Kunlun.

Zhang Ruochen was like a peerless demon king now. Even his elder brother would be afraid, let alone him.

Swoosh

Yuan Mo used a forbidden technique to burn the Qi of Death in his body. He turned around and fled at an extreme speed.

"You think you can escape from me with your cultivation?" said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hand and pointed across space.

Whoosh

A Spatial Wormhole Mirror appeared in front of his fingertip.

With a bang, Yuan Mo fell from the Spatial Wormhole Mirror and was stomped on the ground by Zhang Ruochen.

The divine flame burst out from his feet and burned through the Qi of Death and The Will of Death protecting Yuan Mo. It refined his body and burned his flesh.

Yuan Mo was in great pain. He roared, "I want to..."

Before he could say the words "I want to withdraw from the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting," the space was frozen by Zhang Ruochen. His voice stopped abruptly.

Qi Yang, who stood on the side, watched Zhang Ruochen refine Yuan Mo. He gritted his teeth, his heart trembled. He said, "Zhang Ruochen can kill a person without a word. It's too terrifying. What are the gods thinking? How could they let such a terrifying guy enter the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting?"

The cultivators of the Southern Sword Realm looked at each other in shock and fear.

They were curious. Was this young man a cultivator from the Infernal Court or a Celestial Captive?

If he was a cultivator from the Infernal Court, why would he be so ruthless to his own people?

Under Zhang Ruochen's watchful gaze, Yuan Mo was reduced to ashes. He tucked the Supreme Sainthood Source away.

Qi Yang was shocked when he saw Zhang Ruochen staring at him. He swallowed and stepped back. "I..."

"How dare you speak of yourself in my presence," Zhang Ruochen said.

Qi Yang remembered that Yuan Mo had been turned into ashes by Zhang Ruochen because he said something wrong. His face turned green, and he quickly said, "Lord Ruochen, I... I. . . I swear to God that I did not kill innocent people on the Battlefield of Merits of Kunlun. My goal is to capture a fairy from the Portrait of the Nine Beauties."

"Yes, yes. We are, in fact, on the same side. I have no friendship with Yuan Mo. We're not on the same team. Good kill, good kill. Yuan Mo must have eaten God's guts to dare to provoke Supreme Saint Ruochen. He deserves to die."

Zhang Ruochen approached Qi Yang step by step. He patted his shoulder lightly and said, "You also think he deserves to die?"

Qi Yang's body was slapped so hard that he almost knelt on the ground. He bowed and said, "He definitely deserves to die."

Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm on Qi Yang's shoulder. After a long time, he pulled it back. "You're a sensible person. Like me, you always follow principles."

Qi Yang let out a long sigh of relief and stood up again, "I have 7,000 concubines and 30,000 servants. They were all captured from all realms. They're all first-class beauties. Since the Supreme Saint Ruochen is a fellow kindred, you must come to my imperial palace as a guest after the Battle of Celestial-Hunting. I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

"How can I do that?" said Zhang Ruochen.

"No, if you don't come, you are not giving me face. So either way, I must have you come by invitation," said Qi Yang.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Well, it's rare for you to have such a heart. You are indeed a better person than Yuan Mo."

The cultivators of the Southern Sword Realm were even more stunned. It was hard to imagine that a Scion of the Supreme Saint-level would curry favor with another Supreme Saint of the Infernal Court.

Who was that Supreme Saint of the Infernal Court?

Qi Yang asked tentatively, "If the Supreme Saint Ruochen is here, are you planning to attack the seventh Dark Star?"

"If I wanted to attack the seventh Dark Star, I would definitely bring the Supreme Saints of the Immortal Vampires with me. Why would I be alone?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qi Yang was confused. "If we're not going to attack the Dark Star, are you having another goal, my lord?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "Didn't you say that we're in the same boat? You should understand why I'm here."

Qi Yang was shocked. He stared at Zhang Ruochen's evil eyes and said, "Is it true? Supreme Saint Ruochen is interested in Her Highness Pan Ruo?"

"If not, how could she have escaped from the third Dark Star alive? Who do you think is more attractive? A Scioness from the Fane of Destiny or your 7,000 concubines?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Other cultivators would not believe such nonsense.

However, as a "fellow cultivator", Qi Yang knew the allure of beauty.

Even Qi Yang coveted Pan Ruo. It was just that Pan Ruo's background was overwhelming, and her cultivation was stronger than his, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

'It seems that Zhang Ruochen killed Yuan Mo not only because of their enmity in Kunlun. Maybe it has something to do with Pan Ruo,' Qi Yang thought.

Everyone in the Infernal Court knew that Yuan Mo had been pursuing Pan Ruo and was her most loyal follower.

Since Zhang Ruochen was targeting Pan Ruo, how could he not get rid of this eyesore?

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