God Emperor

Chapter 1819: Hua Cangying

The Kunlun Realm cultivators on the White Dragon Ferry were the majority.

Hearing the two men belittling the Kunlun Realm that much, all of them let out a furious gaze.

It was the same for that member of the Chen Clan.

However, he seemed to have something important to attend to and did not want to cause trouble, so he restrained himself.

However, the two people from Shengze Realm seemed to be very interested in him and continued to verbally attack him.

“The main battlefields of the Kunlun Realm will need us as the main force to stop the armies of the Infernal Courts. Those outstanding talents of the Kunlun Realm in your eyes are just escorting refining materials in the rear or being responsible for evacuating the beings of the Kunlun Realm, and were pretty much useless.”

“Even if a cultivator from the Kunlun Realm were to be on the battlefield, he would be nothing but cannon fodder.”

“Therefore, it is only right that we take the resources of the Kunlun Realm.”

“Actually, you Kunlun Realm cultivators should go to work the mines, and hand those materials to use on a silver platter to us.”

Tuo Yan and Xue Chou of the Shengze Realm talked and laughed with unspeakable arrogance.

That member of the Chen clan finally could no longer restrain himself and spat, “A group of avaricious bandits have the cheek to claim that they are here to help the Kunlun Realm?”

“Who are you scolding?”

The smile on Tuo Yan’s face disappeared in an instant as a bone-chilling aura radiated out of his body.

“You two of course. Since you are here to participate in the Kunlun Realm War of Merit, why aren’t you at the main battlefields, and instead in the Eastern Region Holy City? What is your purpose?” the Chen clan member sneered.

“All right! A mere saint daring to insult a Saint King, you really think a Saint King care not about his dignity?”

A sinister flash gleamed in Tuo Yan’s eyes, as he blasted out with a palm strike.

The strike was fast as the wind and quick as lightning.

The Chen clan member’s expression immediately changes as he shot out a talisman.

Immediately afterward, he mobilized his Saint Qi and infused it into the Saint Armor on his body. The Saint Armor exuded a dazzling light as a series of defensive wards emerged from the armor.

Yet, the difference in the cultivation levels between the two was just too great. Tuo Yan’s almost whimsical palm strike was enough to smash all of the defensive measures aside and land the strike on the Chen clan member’s body.

“Ouuufff.”

The chest of the Chen clan member was pierced through as his ribs were all broken and his organs shattered. He fell heavily onto the ground and could no longer get up.

In an instant, there was no sound on board the White Dragon Ferry.

The cultivation base of the Kunlun Realm cultivators was just too low.

Just now, the moment Tuo Yan unleashed his saint aura, all of them were crushed onto the deck and could not move.

While they were resentful and furious, they had no means of resistance in the face of absolute power.

“You are killing the Kunlun Realm saints at will in the Holy City of the East Region. Are you still fighting for the Kunlun Realm? You are nothing but butchers and bandits. I will report this to the Fane of Merits, and the Celestial Palace, and bring divine retribution upon you two.” A young man of the Demi-Saint realm gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

This young man, his true age was no more than thirty years old, and he was already a Seventh-Order Demi-Saint.

Such a talent was definitely top-notch among the new generation of the Kunlun Realm’s heavenly scions and could be called outstanding.

Tuo Yan sneered, “Kiddo, you need to be sure of one thing. He insulted me first, for this disaster to befell him. Even if you were to report to the Celestial Palace, the truth is on my side. By the way, did you just insulted me earlier?”

Xue Chou said, “Forget it, why even bother with a Demi-Saint? We have business to attend to!”

Tuo Yan nodded lightly and said via telepathy to Xue Chou, “That thing is really on him.”

Just now, when Tuo Yan struck the member of the Chen Clan with his palm, he had taken the opportunity to snatch the latter’s storage pouch. With the speed of a Saint King, few present could clearly see that minute movement.

But Zhang Ruochen not only saw through everything, but he also heard Tuo Yan’s telepathic message to Xue Chou.

“Sure enough, something is fishy. The true goal of the two Saint Kings is probably something on the Chen-clan member’s body. What item was it that it needed a Saint to escort it personally, and had also attracted the two Saint Kings to snatch it away?”

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment before walking over to the dying Chen clan member, and took out a sacred healing pill, and fed it to him.

The medicinal properties of the sacred pill radiated out, and formed a layer of saint light, enveloping him.

The wound on his chest quickly healed.

The cultivators from the Kunlun Realm were stunned at first as they saw the scene, before feeling a little moved.

“It seemed like not all of the cultivators from the Celestial Court are bastards, and some are still kind, upstanding folks.”

But Tuo Yan and Xue Chou’s eyes were cold.

They had pursued this man for thousands of miles just right before this Chen clan member was about to return to the Holy City just to kill him. It was fine earlier, but now someone wanted to save him?

This was something they absolutely could not allow.

Tuo Yan quietly said, “Sir, you are too much of a busybody! Those who insult a Saint King must die.”

“Be forgiving,” Zhang Ruochen said faintly.

Tuo Yan could not see the depth of this crippled man’s power and did not dare to act rashly as he said, “I am Tuo Yan of the Hall of Deific Scions, may I know who you are?”

“The Hall of Deific Scions is the first-rate holy grounds of the Shengze Realm. Its name resounded like thunder, but I’ve never heard of you before, so you might be a nameless goon, right? A nameless goon does not deserve to know my name,” Zhang Ruochen said.

Tuo Yan’s eyelids twitched, as a black murderous aura radiated from his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen stood there with his hands on his back, yet he gave Tuo Yan a feeling of an imposing mountain, and the latter did not dare to make a move.

All of the surrounding Kunlun Realm cultivators cheered in secret.

A moment later, the member of the Chen Clan made a faint sound, as if he was about to wake up.

Tuo Yan and Xue Chou did not dare to dally any longer as the two struck at the same time.

Tuo Yan mobilized a large number of Saint Path Precepts all over his body as he blasted out a palm strike. The palm force and the Saint Path Precepts transformed into a vortex of flowing wind, locking Zhang Ruochen in place.

Xue Chou shot out like lightning as he shot out an almost invisible saint needle toward the center of the brow of that Chen clan member.

Their true purpose was to kill and silence that man.

Ding!

A crisp noise rang out.

The saint needle was flicked away by Xie Chengzi’s finger.

At the same time, Tuo Yan let out a scream, as he collapsed onto the ground, his head was missing and blood was gushing out of his neck.

Bam!

A moment later, a bloody head fell like a leather ball.

No one present saw how Tuo Yan’s head got lopped off, as everything happened within a flash.

But what was certain was that it was that masked cripple who had killed him.

This was a true powerhouse, killing a Saint King as easily as he was killing dogs or pigs.

Xue Chou was frightened as his face turned pale. He could not help but step back as his eyes looked behind him as if he was looking for something.

Zhang Ruochen ignored him, as he moved his lips slightly, and gave Xie Chengzi an order.

Immediately after, Xie Chengzi walked to Tuo Yan’s corpse and pulled out a storage pouch.

Seeing Xie Chengzi taking away the pouch, Xue Chou’s expression darkened even more.

Bam!

Suddenly, the pouch in Xie Chengzi’s hand exploded as it turned into a faint blue spectral flame.

The fragments of the pouch, like flaming butterflies, fell onto the deck and turned into black dust.

Out of nowhere, a figure stood beside Xue Chou holding a bone fan. It turned out to be a pretty young man, and traces of spectral flames loomed about on the bone fan.

It was him who had destroyed the pouch.

Seeing the beautiful young man, Xue Chou felt confident as his expression gradually returned to normal. As he was about to use his spiritual powers to report something, he was stopped by the beautiful young man.

The beautiful young man laughed and said, “Your spiritual power is too weak, and others can hear what you are saying.”

An uproar then ensued among the crowd as someone recognized the identity of the beautiful young man.

“Hua Cangying, the supreme elite of the Hall of Deific Scions. How could it be him?”

“Hua Cangying had reached the realm of a Nine-step Saint King a hundred years ago. I have no idea how stronger he had gotten now?”

“For Hua Cangying to go to the Eastern Region Holy City, he is probably after one of those hundred-thousand-year-old sacred medicines.”

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Hua Cangying’s name was so great that many cultivators had heard of him before.

Xie Chengzi was furious. The thing that his master had asked him to take was ruined. How does it explain to his master?

“Soulterror Finger.”

A monstrous evil Qi exuded from the five fingers of his right hand and covered the entire White Dragon Ferry.

Bam!

Hua Cangying stood still on the spot and only just opened the white bone fan in his hand to block Xie Chengzi’s all-out finger strike.

The ferocity of the clash was quite terrifying and shattered the White Dragon Ferry.

It was comparable to the clash between Nine-step Saint Kings. Forget Demi-Saints or Saints, even a Saint King may not be able to withstand the aftershock of the battle.

As a result, Zhang Ruochen stretched out both palms and formed a massive Saint Qi Mudra. The Mudras were like two sacred clouds that wrapped all of the cultivators on the ferry into the center of the palm, preventing them from being killed by the aftershock.

A moment later, Zhang Ruochen, Xie Chengzi, Hua Cangying, and Xue Chou fell from the sky and landed on the ground of the Eastern Region Holy City.

Zhang Ruochen dismissed his Saint Qi, and immediately, all of the people in the two giant mudras fell onto the ground.

Hua Cangying stared at Zhang Ruochen and Xie Chengzi as he smiled and said, “Most unexpected. For me to meet two hidden masters just by taking a ferry ride. Pardon my rudeness earlier! How do I address you two?”

“You are not qualified to know the master’s name!” Xie Chengzi spat.

A bizarre light flashed in Hua Cangying’s eyes. He clearly did not expect that this master with a combat power comparable to a Nine-step Saint King was just a servant of that cripple.

“No matter what your identities are, the grudge for killing Tuo Yan will not be forgotten by the Hall of Deific Scions. Considered this grudge formed!”

As he said that, Hua Cangying swept his white bone fan as a spectral flame wrapped around him and Xue Chou as they disappeared.

On the ground, there were only burning flames left.

“Master, I will go after him,” Xie Chengzi said.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, “Hua Cangying is very powerful. Even if you were to use the Precepts of Truth, you may not be his match. Let’s not get distracted and get on with our business first.”