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The white-haired old woman knew that Zhang Ruochen was powerful. She also knew that countless other old Saints were watching predatorily. In order to avoid unnecessary problems, she had to fight quickly.
Thus, she activated all her Holy Qi and cast one of the Moon Worship Demonic Sect’s Saint spells.
“Thunder God Attack!”
Within the mass of demonic clouds, the old woman’s withered saint body was covered entirely with purple lightning. Electric light even flowed through her hair.
She pushed forward with wrinkled hands.
Hundreds of miles of dense lightning bolts flew towards Zhang Ruochen with loud booms. Zhang Ruochen naturally knew how terrifying saint spells were, so he didn’t face it head-on. He used the Spatial Move to jump and dodge between the lightning bolts.
The Thunder God Attack had shocking destructive abilities. Even a strand could melt gold and stone within a second.
“Zhang Ruochen, you think you can hide from the Thunder God Attack like that?”
All of the old woman’s hair was standing up straight. It was like a burning flame.
“A saint spell is indeed powerful, but it also uses up Holy Qi,” Zhang Ruochen said as he dodged. “Even if you’re in the Saint Realm, how long can you maintain it for?”
The old woman’s expression turned mocking. “You want to exhaust a Saint? What a fool. A Half-Saint will indeed consume great amounts of Holy Qi to cast a saint spell. However, a Saint has the saintly source and can absorb the Spiritual Qi of the world to convert into endless Holy Qi.
“Further, the saintly source is dozens of times faster than a Half-Saint’s saint soul at transforming Spiritual Qi. I won’t be exhausted even if I cast dozens of saint spells in a row.”
Zhang Ruochen hadn’t entered the Saint Realm, but he was very clear about a Saint’s power. He’d said that previously to numb the old woman.
She still thought that Zhang Ruochen was only a Half-Saint. She didn’t truly see him as a match. The more she thought this, the more of a chance Zhang Ruochen had to unexpectedly deal a fatal hit.
Crack.
The lightning attacks grew denser. Zhang Ruochen acted as if he couldn’t hold up anymore. Using the Spatial Move, he retreated. Every time he used the Spatial Move, he could cross 100 feet.
“Want to escape? I’m afraid it’s too late.”
The old woman laughed hoarsely. She rushed forward and raised her right hand.
Under the guidance of Holy Qi, a second ball of demonic clouds formed. Lightning continued to snake through it. It hovered above Zhang Ruochen’s head, radiating with destructive power.
One hundred miles away at the black river, the man with red light was surprised. “Has Old Qi cultivated the Thunder God Attack to the eighth level?”
Cultivating the spell to the seventh level counted as completing the saint spell. One could use 32 times the power when casting the spell.
Cultivating it to the eighth level, one could unleash 36 times the might.
The old woman could control two masses of electric demonic clouds at once. This was a sign of the eighth level of the Thunder God Attack.
The demoness with three fox tails stood on a branch of an ancient phoenix tree with her bare feet. A playful smile appeared on her smooth and pretty face. “Zhang Ruochen, you must survive, kid. If Old Qi kills you, I won’t be able to play with you.”
If the old woman really did kill Zhang Ruochen, she wouldn’t be able to snatch the Heir Stamp and saintly source. After all, she didn’t dare offend the Demonic Sect so directly.
She could only attack if Zhang Ruochen could block the old woman’s saint attacks and escape successfully. The Heir Stamp, saintly source, and even that Thousand-pattern sword were extremely tempting to her.
Zhang Ruochen hurried forward to escape, transforming into a streak of light. He landed on the ground and opened his arms. He released two beams of golden Buddhist light and formed two golden palms that were hundreds of meters long.
When he raised his hands, the ground shook violently.
Kaboom.
The two golden Buddhist hands lifted up a mountain covered in vegetation and smashed it toward the pursuing old woman. The mountain was close to 1,000 meters tall. Many beasts and creatures lived on it. When the mountain flew into the air, the animals all escaped down in terror.
The next moment, there was a huge explosion.
Lightning crashed down, smashing the mountain to smithereens. Even the escaping creatures were reduced to wisps of smoke.
A saint spell could destroy everything. Not even a mountain could survive it.
The old woman thought that Zhang Ruochen had escaped but quickly sensed that something was wrong. A golden figure shot out of the broken mountain.
“Thousand-hand Dragon and Elephant.”
A dragon’s cry and elephant’s roar streamed out. The rings of sound waves extended thousands of miles away. The beasts on the vast land all trembled in fear. They thought that a saint from the dragon or elephant tribe had arrived.
Zhang Ruochen slapped his hands forward at once, meeting the incoming lightning and thunder. He only had two hands, but thousands upon thousands of golden handprints appeared behind him. Right now, he was like a Buddha with 1,000 hands.
Boom.
The Demonic and Buddha Qi crashed, releasing shockwaves that spread in all directions.
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The ancient Saints hiding in the shadows had to activate their saint soul territories to protect themselves from the energy waves. Of course, they’d exposed themselves and Zhang Ruochen memorized them all.
“Zhang Ruochen has actually shattered Old Qi’s saint attack. Has he also cultivated a saint spell?” The beautiful demoness with three fox tails was a bit moved.
After all, even very few ninth level Half-Saints could complete a saint spell. Anyone who could do so was a strong figure amongst the ninth level Half-Saints. It was hard for her to believe that a low-level Half-Saint could complete a saint spell.
However, if Zhang Ruochen hadn’t used a saint spell, how could he have broken Old Qi’s Thunder God Attack? Even the demoness wasn’t confident in handling the eighth level of the Thunder God Attack.
Of course, some of the ancient figures recognized that Zhang Ruochen had used the eighth palm of the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm—the Thousand-hand Dragon and Elephant.
A martial technique’s existence could help a Monk unleash power that was dozens of times stronger than usual. An advanced martial technique could control Spiritual Qi but also combine with the rules of the world. It could reverberate with the rules, naturally strengthening the power that burst forth.
Usually, a martial technique that could unleash 30 times the power was known as a “saint spell” or King Level martial technique.
Back when Zhang Ruochen had cultivated the Elephant Power Overlap, the fifth palm of the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm, he could already unleash nine times the power.
After he’d completed the ninth palm, this martial technique had risen to the superior-class Ghost Level. He could unleash 27 times the power, making it extremely close to a saint spell.
When Zhang Ruochen had refined the saint level dragon soul and opened the sixth aperture of his hands, using divine blood to turn his six apertures into the saint level, his palm had obviously strengthened as well.
Now, when Zhang Ruochen used the eighth palm of the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm, he had 33 times the power. If he used the ninth palm, he could even unleash 34 times the power. Even if it was a bit weaker than the eighth level of the Thunder God Attack, it wasn’t far off.
After all, the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm was only in the superior-class Ghost Level now. Once Zhang Ruochen refined the Green Armor Divine Elephant’s soul and opened the seventh aperture, completely turning his hands into saints, he would far surpass the eighth level of the Thunder God Attack.
“How…how is this possible…”
The old woman hadn’t expected that Zhang Ruochen could break the Thunder God Attack and was a bit dazed.
Just then, Zhang Ruochen transformed into a huge golden dragon, casting the ninth palm of the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm—Draconic Transformation. The golden dragon extended a huge claw to hit the old woman’s head.
The claw was even more powerful than the previous eighth palm.
The old woman’s expression changed. In a hurry, she had no time to activate the Thunder God Attack. She could only strike with three Hundred-pattern Saint Weapons.
“You dare to embarrass yourself with mere Hundred-pattern Saint Weapons?”
Boom, boom, boom.
There were three consecutive explosions. The Abyss Ancient Sword flew out, shattering all three Hundred-pattern Saint Weapons. The shards also melted into the sword at the same time.
“No…”
The old woman worked to manipulate Holy Qi. She wanted to use the Thunder God Attack again and stop the dragon claw.
However, it was too late. The golden claw mercilessly landed on the old woman’s head, smashing her from the sky to the ground. The claw’s power sent her directly underground.
The ground within hundreds of feet was covered in scraggly cracks.
Lying in the ground, the old woman pushed up her arms. The saintly blood within her burned. By casting a secret spell that consumed her vitality, she had actually blocked the dragon claw’s attack.
However, she was greatly injured now. Her skin had cracked open, making her a bloody mess. She looked extremely menacing.
“Zhang Ruochen, you cannot…kill me…”
Whoosh.
A beam of black Sword Qi fell from the sky. It stabbed through the old woman’s saint soul territory, piercing the center of her forehead. Her Sea of Qi and skull cracked in half. The Holy Qi within her quickly dissipated and her corpse gradually cooled.
Yet another Saint had fallen.
A Saint’s vitality was indeed strong, but once the Sea of Qi was broken, their cultivation would be reduced by half too. This meant that the Sea of Qi was a Saint’s weakest point. It was also the most heavily guarded. A typical attack couldn’t harm a Saint’s Sea of Qi at all.
However, no matter how guarded the defense was, it couldn’t stop the Abyss Ancient Sword.
Zhang Ruochen extracted the old woman’s saintly source. Then he used the Spatial Move and vanished from the spot.
All the ancient creatures present were stunned. It was hard to believe that a Half-Saint junior had actually killed two Saints in a row.
Was he trying to intimidate the Demonic Sect or all the Saints in the world?
The Saints were high and mighty, like gods ruling the Kunlun’s Field. Yet now, someone wanted to go against nature and kill the Saints.
“Hey! Where did Zhang Ruochen go?” The demoness with three tails snapped out of her shock and sensed that something was wrong.
The next moment, icy Qi had reached her back. Feeling shock, she used a physical technique to rush forward. Like lightning, she was dozens of miles away in an instant.
Poof.
A snowy white fox tail, dozens of meters long, broke off. Fresh blood splattered onto the ground.
The beautiful demoness’ bottom was bloody. Pain and humiliation rushed to her nerves at once. Staring at the young man hurrying towards her, her expression turned cold. Anger burned inside her heart.