God Emperor

Wujiang hadn't fully recovered from his injuries on the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting. When he heard the news of the life-and-death battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen, he decisively stopped recuperating and rushed over to watch the battle.

It was the same for Yan Huangtu.

Beside them stood a large group of cultivators from the Fane of Darkness and the Yanluo clan.

Wujiang said with certainty, "The Divine Domain of Destiny is at the top of the world tree. The spatial structure is stable. With Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen's cultivation, they can't break the world's membrane and enter the void."

"Only gods can break a corner of the divine domain. Demigods and Supreme Saints may be able to break the space, but the cracks are definitely not big enough for a cultivator to enter the void," Yan Huangtu concluded.

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Even a crack in the space was fatal to a cultivator.

Entering the void was as dangerous as a mortal jumping into a sea of fire. It was courting death.

"That's right. How can the space of the Divine Domain of Destiny be easily broken by the two of them?"

Yan Chu and Supreme Saint Qingsheng finally reacted and heaved a sigh of relief. They began to think about whether they could separate the two of them from each other.

If they did not have a life-and-death grudge, why did they have to have a life-and-death battle?

Wouldn't it be great if they were like Wargod Bloodximius and Huang Tian, the two pride of their generation? Why did they have to decide who would win and who would die?

Rumble

Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen each mobilized the tens of millions of Precepts of Dimension in their bodies and performed the dimensional saint technique. In an instant, the space shook violently like boiling water.

The cultivators who were close to them couldn't stand steadily. Their bodies were pulled and deformed by the space fluctuations.

A three-meter-wide space hole appeared in the center of the most intense space fluctuations. Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen were like two fish who had gotten lost in it.

"This is..."

Yan Huangtu and Wujiang were stunned. They realized that Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen were not ordinary Supreme Saints. They were Masters of Space.

With the power of a Master of Space, it was easier to tear open space than a Paramount Realm Supreme Saint.

Yan Chu and Supreme Saint Qingsheng were shocked. They immediately flew toward the area where the space was broken. However, when they arrived, the space hole had already calmed down.

The two attacked with their power, wanting to tear the space apart again. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could only tear a half-meter-long space crack.

"What should we do? There are dangers in the void that even gods fear. They really don't have a fear of taboos. How dare they enter the void for a decisive battle?" Supreme Saint Qingsheng stomped his feet anxiously.

If Zhang Ruochen died in the void, it would be a great loss to the Xue Jue family. Supreme Saint Qingsheng was even more afraid that Blood Empress would be unreasonable and find trouble with him.

Yan Chu was relatively calm, but he still recorded a Communication talisman and prepared to inform the god of the Yanluo clan.

SWOOSH!

The shadow of Wargod Bloodximius and a god of the Yanluo clan appeared on the chaotic battlefield.

Supreme Saint Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed and said, "The battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen is out of my control. Please stop them."

Wargod Bloodximius waved his hand and said, "They want to fight in the void. Then so be it."

Supreme Saint Qingsheng was shocked. He hadn't expected Wargod Bloodximius to have such a response. He knew better than anyone else how much Wargod Bloodximius valued Zhang Ruochen. He favored Zhang Ruochen more than his son.

Did Lord Wargod not care about Zhang Ruochen's life?' Supreme Saint Qingsheng thought.

Seeing Supreme Saint Qingsheng's confused eyes, Wargod Bloodximius shook his head. He was slightly disappointed, "Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen are both walking on the path to condense a Grade One Saintwill," he said. "They've reached the final stage. They're just one step away from making history. No one will be able to do it again."

"But that step is too difficult."

"If there was only one Zhang Ruochen or Yan Wushen in this era, they wouldn't have been able to cross that step."

"But they were born in this era at the same time. They've cultivated the Path that's closest to Grade One Saintwill. That makes it possible."

"They need to find the true meaning of the Grade One Saintwill in the life-and-death battle. They also need a state of mind and a spirit of supremacy. If this battle doesn't break out now, it will in a few years. No one can stop it."

Supreme Saint Qingsheng said, "But what if..."

"How can there be so many "what if" in the path of becoming a true powerhouse? If there is a chance to reach an unprecedented height, then even death is worth it."

"If Zhang Ruochen can kill Yan Wushen in one battle and cultivate the Grade One Saintwill, then even if I go to find the unmarried Scionesses of Destiny who have cultivated divinity to marry, they should seriously consider it," Wargod Bloodximius said in high spirits.

Why did they talk about marriage again?

Supreme Saint Qingsheng was a little speechless. He felt that Wargod Bloodximius was too ambitious. He actually wanted Zhang Ruochen to marry the Scionesses of Destiny who had cultivated divinity. They were such proud women. They were already peerless masters. How could they be willing to marry a junior Supreme Saint?

Even if Wargod Bloodximius wanted to marry them, they probably wouldn't be willing.

Wu Qingzong was the god of the Yanluo clan. He was a prominent member of the Yan Family of Abyss and the fifth son of the previous Yanluo clan leader. He had survived five Yuanhui Tribulations.

Wu Qingzong had no intention of stopping Yan Wushen and Zhang Ruochen. He shared the same thought as Wargod Bloodximius.

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Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen felt their bodies lighten as they entered the void. They appeared to have fallen off a cliff. Then, from all directions, invisible pressure surged, eroding the Yanluo Qi and the blood-red aura they had released.

Even their Profound Spatial Dimension was eroding and becoming smaller and smaller.

The Path of Origin that Yan Wushen cultivated had a strong restraining effect on the Power of Oblivion. He quickly adapted and activated the Supreme Artifact gauntlet. He used a high-level Thousand-Koan saint technique and shattered Zhang Ruochen's Profound Spatial Dimension layer by layer.

The Power of Oblivion eroded through the cracks of the broken Profound Spatial Dimension toward Zhang Ruochen.

"Dragon-Elephant Destruction."

The roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon rang out in Zhang Ruochen's body. Ten dragon souls and ten tiger souls surged out of his arms with the power of his palm, bursting with monstrous battle might.

With the help of the ten tiger souls that he had obtained from the Intergold Tiger, Zhang Ruochen cultivated the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm Strike to the grand completion of the Thousand-Koan Realm's advanced stage saint technique.

Of course, it could not be called the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm Strike now. It should be called the Dragon-Tiger Prajna Strike.

Boom

The fists and palms met.

A huge cloud of power appeared in the void. Both of them were thrown back.

Zhang Ruochen activated the Profound Spatial Dimension again. He used the Secret Tome of Time and Space to shield his body and deployed the Zangshan Demonic Mirror. The demonic mirror revealed an endless mountain range. It enveloped Yan Wushen and suppressed him under the mountains.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen released the Realm-frame of Truth.

"Break it."

Yan Wushen's long hair danced in the wind. He waved the Scepter of Heaven's Pass and broke the demonic mountains one by one. Then he rushed out.

Above Zhang Ruochen's head, a shadow of the Blood Grind had already condensed. A large number of flames danced in the Blood Grind. The deafening sound of the Blood Grind shook Zhang Ruochen's eardrums so much that they hurt.

Yan Wushen felt a strong sense of danger and his face changed.

"Not good. Zhang Ruochen has integrated the Path of Truth into the Blood Grind Ember, a Thousand-Koan high-level saint technique. It will explode with ten times the attack power."

As soon as Yan Wushen had this thought, the Blood Grind had already flown over and crushed his Profound Spatial Dimension. It broke through the Light of Origin and collided with the Book of Death, which was guarding him.

Crash

The Book of Death flipped quickly, forming page after page of shadows of a book.

Zhang Ruochen had finally seized the opportunity and unleashed the ten-fold terrifying attack power. The Book of Death couldn't defend against it either. All the books' shadows were shattered and turned into specks of light.

Yan Wushen was fearless. He let out a long cry and punched at the burning Blood Grind with his Supreme Artifact gauntlet.

BOOM!

The Blood Grind sent him flying.

Yan Wushen spat out blood. He was finally injured. His arm, which was wearing the Supreme Artifact gauntlet, was covered in blood. His bones could be seen.

"It's a pity that the Power of Oblivion has eroded the embers of the Blood Grind. The power has been reduced. Otherwise, even if this attack can't kill Yan Wushen, it should be able to severely injure him and lock in the victory."

Zhang Ruochen sighed. He took advantage of the victory and continued to attack. He took turns attacking with the Zangshan Demonic Mirror and the Pleiades Lotus, knocking Yan Wushen back.

The blood Qi in Yan Wushen's body surged. Every strike of the Supreme Artifact was like a hammer striking the heart. His body seemed to be torn apart.

Several divine shadows charged into the void and watched the battle from afar.

Zhang Ruochen's battle became fiercer and fiercer. He was like a god of war with endless power. He didn't care about the Power of Oblivion eroding his body. He just wanted to kill Yan Wushen as quickly as possible.

Yan Wushen was always in danger, but he could always turn the situation around and block Zhang Ruochen's sure-kill attack.

"The Bridge of Vaitarna."

Yan Wushen took a moment to clench his teeth. He quickly formed a seal with his hands, and a strange mark appeared between his eyebrows.

Boom

A stone bridge rushed out from between his eyebrows.

Only half of the bridge flew out. It was ancient and grand. The arcane runes on the bridge were revived, dissipating all of Zhang Ruochen's attack power.

Zhang Ruochen's Saint Soul was affected by the power of The Bridge of Vaitarna. It showed signs of the Saint Soul leaving his body.

"It has the power to capture Saint Souls. This stone bridge is no small matter."

Zhang Ruochen pulled back the Saint Soul that had flown out of his body. Then he quickly retreated and hid the Saint Soul in the Sainthood Source.

Yan Wushen had finally turned the situation around. How could he let go of this perfect opportunity?

On The Bridge of Vaitarna, the arcane runes shone brightly. They broke through the boundary of the void and appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen. They broke through all his defenses.

Boom

The Pleiades Lotus, the Secret Tome of Time and Space, and the Zangshan Demonic Mirror flew out and fell into the darkness.

Zhang Ruochen's fighting spirit was boiling. The Armor of the Fire God on his body burned. He threw his arms out at the same time. Drawing the power of ten dragons and ten tigers, he clashed with the stone bridge.

The shadow of the dragon and tiger instantly shattered.

The divine fire scattered and turned into a brilliant fire cloud.

Zhang Ruochen's arms were bleeding. His body was sent flying by The Bridge of Vaitarna.

Yan Wushen let out a long cry and chased after him. He wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen under the stone bridge with one strike. He spat out blood and pounced on the stone bridge, causing the light on the stone bridge to bloom even more.

At the same time, more bridges rushed out from between his eyebrows.

Yan Wushen and The Bridge of Vaitarna were connected as one. The power that erupted grew to its peak.

Even though Zhang Ruochen had hidden his Saint Soul in the Sainthood Source, they were pulled out by the ancient power of the stone bridge. His Saint Soul flew out of his body uncontrollably. At the same time, the stone bridge was like a stone sword. It swung down from above and hacked at Zhang Ruochen's body.

Even Wargod Bloodximius could not calm down at this moment. His eyes suddenly shone with light.

If Zhang Ruochen was hit by this attack, his body and Saint Soul might not be able to survive.

BOOM!

The Bridge of Vaitarna struck Zhang Ruochen's head. To everyone's surprise, he was not defeated. Instead, he blocked the attack. His body only sank a few hundred feet.

Above Zhang Ruochen's head, a circular stone plate floated.

It was the Sundial.

The moment the Sundial collided with The Bridge of Vaitarna, it released a cyan light and flew out densely-packed light spots of the Marks of Time.

There was no time and space in the void. However, under the influence of the Sundial, the Sea of Time appeared in this area and attacked Yan Wushen.

Time was chaotic.

The time flow in the area where Yan Wushen was was unpredictable.

Yan Wushen was also an extraordinary person. He was very clear that the reason why the light spots of the Marks of Time could stay for so long was that his Spatial Domain had blocked the Power of Oblivion.

If he wanted to dissolve the influence of time, he only needed to withdraw his Spatial Domain.

"Withdraw!"

After Yan Wushen withdrew his Spatial Domain, his body was completely exposed to the Power of Oblivion, and his skin instantly became illusory. Blood flowed out of his body, turning into blood-colored light spots and disappearing.

"It's time to end this!"

Holding the Sundial in his hand, Zhang Ruochen stepped on the River of Time. He brandished the Ancient Abyssal Sword and cut Yan Wushen's body in half.

As a Master of Time and Space, Zhang Ruochen's speed was so fast that Yan wushen could not compare to him. Even if he saw him attack, he would not have the chance to defend.

After Yan Wushen's two halves flew out, they were quickly swallowed by the Power of Oblivion.

Even The Bridge of Vaitarna and the Supreme Artifact gauntlet could not resist the erosion of oblivion. Yan Wushen's body was like sand, turning into fine particles and flowing into the darkness.

"It's over just like that?"

Zhang Ruochen stood in the world's endless darkness. Nothing existed around him. His heart was devoid of joy. Instead, there was nothing but loneliness and boredom.

Ever since he started practicing, Zhang Ruochen had met countless prominent figures. However, no one had given him as much pressure as Yan Wushen. This pressure turned into motivation.

Zhang Ruochen might not have chosen the path of condensing a Grade One Saintwill if Yan Wushen hadn't pursued him relentlessly.

"I didn't expect Yan Wushen to lose so quickly. In the end, the Master of Time and Space is stronger."

"Time and space are the most perfect combination of the nine Great Paths of the Ancients. Zhang Ruochen might become the next Xumi in the future."

The figures watching the battle whispered to each other.

Wargod Bloodximius didn't show joy because of Zhang Ruochen's victory. Instead, his face became serious. He looked at the figures of Wu Qingzong as if he wanted to confirm his guess.

Wu Qingzong was very calm. They looked calm and composed.

This made Wargod Bloodximius 's heart sink slightly.