Chapter 1515: Frustrated Jiuyou
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The light from the Phoenix Nest grew dimmer and dimmer.
In the sea of fire, the mid-level Divine Fire Jingmie had already scattered. The heat was dropping rapidly too. This was why Zhang Ruochen could jump into the sea without getting burned to death.
Sizzle, sizzle.
Zhang Ruochen transformed into a beam of bloody light and rushed out of the sea of fire. The Hundred Saint Blood Armor on him had heated up to a golden red hue. It was scalding and had sparks of fire. He looked back. The huge Phoenix Nest was burning under the Divine Fire Jingmie. Fire rushed into the sky—dazzling and beautiful.
The huge fireball seemed to be a rising phoenix.
“As the Phoenix Nest is reduced to ashes, the glorious era of the Ice and Fire Phoenix will pass. Zuling Field once gave birth to millions of beings and endless civilizations. Now, this world will disappear in the universe and become a passage in history.”
“The gods have all died. The Supreme Saints have turned to dust. Who in this world can retain a complete corpse?”
“How many heroes who deserve to be sung about have existed on this land? How much love and hate, how many talented men and women… Only tragedy and ruins remain now.”
Zhang Ruochen was filled with emotions. He felt a bit depressed and couldn’t help but ask, “When will this era of blood and destruction end?”
No one could give him an answer—not even a god.
Zhang Ruochen looked into the distance and saw that the 99 saint mountains surrounding the Phoenix Nest were covered in battle. The sounds of war kept traveling out and waves of saintly power pulsated out into the world.
“The war between the Shatuo Seven Fields and the Luosha Race must have already started when I entered the Phoenix Nest.” Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath. Putting away his negative emotions, he grasped his Abyss Ancient Sword again.
Zhang Ruochen hated killing, but if he didn’t pick up his sword to kill, he would only get killed.
Holy Qi circulated rapidly within him. Then a pair of dragon wings opened up on his back. He flew out of the sea of fire and released his Spiritual Power to contact Demonic Sound.
Demonic Sound hit near the sea of fire. She carried the 12 Buddhist beads, so she could cover her aura and wasn’t exposed.
“Master.”
Demonic Sound took out the 12 Buddhist beads and returned them to Zhang Ruochen.
He put the beads back on his wrist. Seeing that the Merits Record Wall was still there, he let out a relieved breath. “Princess Luosha, Lord Lingquan, Chu Siyuan, Sword Saint Jiuyou… When did they all leave the Phoenix Nest?”
“They left one after another an hour ago.”
Doubt appeared on Demonic Sound’s pretty face. “Sword Saint Jiuyou seemed to have gotten a valuable treasure. Lord Lingquan and a group of first marquises were chasing after him.”
“Oh, really?”
Zhang Ruochen felt heavy and shook his head. “He might not have received a treasure. Lord Lingquan may be chasing him to take back the purple divine stone.”
Even though Sword Saint Jiuyou had lost the stone to Zhang Ruochen, Lord Lingquan didn’t know this.
Maybe due to the fact that many Luosha cultivators were chasing after Sword Saint Jiuyou, the bank of the fire sea was relatively peaceful. Occasionally, some Luosha marquises flying in the air would discover Zhang Ruochen and Demonic Sound, but Zhang Ruochen would kill them instantly.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Ruochen and Demonic Sound reached the peak of Xifeng Saint Mountain. They looked toward the other mountain.
Instantly, their hearts were shaken. They couldn’t help but gasp.
It was too impressive and tragic.
The land where the 99 mountains were situated had turned into ruins. Countless Luosha marquises and Shatuo Seven Fields Saints kept killing each other. The sounds of war broke into the clouds while the ground was covered in corpses.
Corpses of Luosha marquises, savage beasts, humans…
The mountains and rivers were dyed red with blood. The formation runes distributed through the mountains had long been wiped away. The souls and anger of the Saints rushed into the sky, turning into black clouds.
Saints were the top beings in any major world, but they kept dying here, flesh and blood flying, souls scattering.
Roar!
A half-step Saint King of Great Devil Ten Square Field let out a long roar. Demonic Qi rushed out of his body, transforming into a demonic cloud. His body kept swelling until he was hundreds of feet tall.
Kaboom.
The half-step Saint King had two horns and a body like an ox. He galloped across, killing in the midst of the Luosha marquises. Countless Luosha marquises were trampled under his feet.
Unfortunately, there were too many of them. More than 1,000 saint weapons hit him at the same time, injuring him greatly. The huge frame fell heavily to the ground.
A first marquis with red hair swung his sword down, cutting off the half-step Saint King’s head, and he swallowed it directly.
The other marquises swarmed over like maggots and surrounded the half-step Saint King’s body.
Moments later, only a white skeleton remained on the bloody earth.
The half-step Saint King who’d been so powerful earlier became food for the Luosha the next moment.
This kind of scene kept playing in the 99 saint mountains. No matter how strong one was, only death was possible after getting surrounded by strong cultivators.
“This battle has lasted for at least one day,” Zhang Ruochen analyzed based on the destruction of the 99 saint mountains and number of corpses on the ground.
The battlefield not far from the Xifeng Saint Mountain was especially intense. An elderly figure attracted Zhang Ruochen’s attention.
It was Sword Saint Jiuyou.
About seven or eight hundred Luosha marquises were pursuing Sword Saint Jiuyou. Each one was a top fighter. Among them, the dozen figures at the front were especially strong. Thick Evil Sha Qi poured out of them, making them look like demonic lords.
“Sword Saint Jiuyou is actually being chased by a dozen first marquises,” Demonic Sound said. “More and more Luosha cultivators are hurrying over too. It doesn’t seem like they only want the purple divine stone.”
Sword Saint Jiuyou’s robes were bloodied and he felt very frustrated.
Earlier, he’d been heavily injured by Zhang Ruochen in the Phoenix Nest. He recovered with difficulty and had just left the nest when a group of Luosha marquises ran out, wanting to kill him.
The Nine Heavenly Maidens and Chu Siyuan were with him.
But the Luosha targeted him and the top fighters attacked him. Only the weaker marquises went to attack the Nine Heavenly Maidens and Chu Siyuan.
“Do you really think I’m weak and easy to bully?”
Sword Saint Jiuyou was a very proud person. At first, he’d proudly fought with the hundreds of marquises by himself and his nine swords. But the marquises didn’t show any fear. When the ones at the front were killed, the ones behind would charge over.
As more and more Luosha figures appeared, Sword Saint Jiuyou started faltering no matter how strong he was. He could only hold his sword and run. After all, even he would be killed if he was surrounded.
“Kill! The Princess says that anyone who kills him today can become king.”
“I want to become king! Who will come help me activate the Second Yao power of the Thousand-blade Sword?”
“Use the Extreme Blood Map and kill him.”
…
The dozen first marquises were very fanatic. They all desperately wanted to become king. They kept screaming and stared at the fleeing Sword Saint Jiuyou as if he were a naked beauty.
In addition, the second and third marquises also screamed while rushing in from all directions.
They couldn’t help it. Becoming king was too tempting. It meant that they could be above the other marquises, receive more advanced cultivation scrolls, more land, etc.
Poof!
Sword Saint Jiuyou used the Red Sun Sword Technique and stabbed a first marquise, shattering him.
But before he could take a breath, a blood map pressed down above him.
In the distance, five first marquises poured their Holy Qi into a saint sword. More than 20,000 runes appeared on the blade, forming two layers of Holy Qi. A terrifying force burst from the sword.
Sword Saint Jiuyou cried out and used his fastest speed to run forward.
Kaboom!
The Extreme Blood Map and Thousand-blade Sword fell down, crushing half of a mountain. The land within 1,000 miles shook and chaotic power ripples covered the ground.
Sword Saint Jiuyou rushed out of the heavy dirt. His hair was bloody and his robe was tattered. He kept spitting out blood, but he continued running forward.
“He isn’t dead? Continuing to charge forward for me, the lord! I want him, dead or alive.”
“He can’t run. I want to become king.”
“We’ve set up the Thousand-star Formation around the 99 mountains. No Saint from the Shatuo Seven Fields can escape.”
…
The strong Luosha cultivators continued to chase Sword Saint Jiuyou like a flood.
The Saints of the Shatuo Seven Fields exchanged glances. They didn’t know why this would happen, but when Sword Saint Jiuyou rushed toward them, they would scatter.
Right now, he was like a bad luck star. Whoever got near him would undoubtedly be targeted by a large group of Luosha marquises.
“What exactly did Sword Saint Jiuyou do to attract the anger of those Luosha marquises?”
“The swordsman from Kunlun’s Field must have received the Ice and Fire Phoenix inheritance. I’m so jealous.”
At the top of Xifeng Saint Mountain, Zhang Ruochen was a bit shocked. He subconsciously tapped his chin. “They wouldn’t cause such a commotion for a purple divine stone. Did Sword Saint Jiuyou really find some extreme treasure in the Phoenix Nest? This old guy is that lucky?”
Zhang Ruochen guessed this because if the purple divine stone really was this important, Lord Lingquan wouldn’t have left it behind as he ran.