God Emperor

Chapter 1563: King Yi

As that golden Holy Qi wave scattered, the countless acres of Osmanthus trees collapsed as if they were made out of dust.

Without the cover of the trees, Zhang Ruochen finally saw a man in golden robes sitting under the cliff in the distance. He seemed to be in his thirties and had a pale, hairless face. His eyes were like golden stars and he was currently studying a painting on the wall.

The cultivators of Cloud Field who were still alive all bowed down to this man, saying, “The cultivators of Guanghan Field are bullies. They killed 16 Saints of Cloud Field in a row. King Yi, please kill them to avenge for those cultivators.”

The man named King Yi “awoke” from his comprehending and stood up slowly.

His aura was both mighty and noble, intimidating the hawkish Cloud Field cultivators so none of them could raise their heads.

“So many people attacked at the same time and you couldn’t even take down six cultivators of Guanghan Field. You’ve humiliated Cloud Field, hmph!”

King Yi was also a half-step Saint King now, but his soft huff was deafening. The cultivators of Cloud Field all became dizzy and pale.

Su Qingling, Ling Mi, and Wen Shucheng weren’t exceptions either. They let out a grunt and were about to fall.

Even Zhang Ruochen’s eardrums hurt. It felt like a needle had pierced him.

Thankfully, he’d absorbed the metal origin, water origin, and a large amount of divine blood, so his physical body had improved greatly and he could withstand this hit.

We’re both half-step Saint Kings, but this man named King Yi is much better at utilizing power than anyone present.

Merely his sound waves showed that he was more advanced.

Someone like this already had an advanced understanding of the Saintly Way. It was a regular attack for most people, but he could combine it with the Saintly Way and produce unpredictable changes to unleash the power of a saint spell.

King Yi’s cultivation isn’t below Twelfth Royal Uncle, Zhang Ruochen thought inside. He should be a fourth step Saint King. Also, as someone who could come to cultivate in the Truth Heavenly Domain, he must not be an average Saint King. Even a fifth step Saint King might not be his match.

If they weren’t kept at the same level now, Zhang Ruochen would definitely die if he tried to go against King Yi with his own strength.

Of course, if he used the Emperor Yi Bone Staff, the result would be different.

King Yi’s sharp aura was like an elite looking down at the ants.

When his eyes saw the purple divine mountain beside Zhang Ruochen, fire instantly burned inside his golden eyes. “It can increase combat ability and is quite a rare treasure. Zhang Ruochen, give that to me and I can spare you.”

“How can I be spared after killing so many Saints of Cloud Field?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

“Of course you can. As long as you give me a strand of your saint soul and agree to be my slave, I can spare you.”

King Yi’s tone was very powerful.

Ling Feiyu carried the Heaven-Burier Sword and walked to Zhang Ruochen’s side. “Hand him to me to take care of!”

King Yi’s eyes fell upon Ling Feiyu. “Oh, it’s a second step Saint King. No wonder you could kill countless strong figures of Cloud Field. But it’s best for you to not challenge me, or else you’ll die an ugly death.”

“Oh?”

When she said that, Ling Feiyu also spat out the power of soundwaves from her red lips.

Thud, thud.

The Saints of Cloud Field all had their eardrums shattered. Blood flowed out.

Even King Yi felt the soundwaves stab into his eardrums like swords. It was horrible pain. He immediately activated saintly power to protect himself and block the soundwaves.

“Such condensed soundwaves. Her control of power is actually above me.” King Yi was shocked.

In order to complete Sword Nine, Ling Feiyu was naturally very precise in her control of power.

Of course, Ling Feiyu didn’t have a complete advantage because, like Zhang Ruochen, she didn’t study the Way of Truth. King Yi was different. It wasn’t his first time cultivating at the Truth Godly Palace. He’d cultivated more Rules of Truth than Bai Ran.

Thus, Ling Feiyu might not be King Yi’s match if they really started fighting.

Zhang Ruochen hadn’t studied the Way of Truth before, but he grasped the Way of Space and Time, two of the ancient ways.

It could be said that Zhang Ruochen, Ling Feiyu, and King Yi all had their strengths and weaknesses. A life-or-death duel in this “equal” environment made it difficult to predict the winner.

The best way was that Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu could work together. Then they would have an 80% chance of victory.

“Let me try his abilities first. If I can’t take him down, then you can help me.” Zhang Ruochen knew that he would encounter strong enemies from various worlds in the Truth Heavenly Domain. Some of them might be even stronger than King Yi.

Thus, he could fight with King Yi and build up experience. If he met enemies of the same level in the future, he would be able to face them more calmly.

Whoosh!

Before King Yi could prepare, Zhang Ruochen cast a time sword technique. In that instant, the Abyss Ancient Sword stabbed at King Yi’s forehead.

Boom!

King Yi’s body slid backwards. His entire body shimmered with golden light and soon, Zhang Ruochen’s sword might all dissolved.

King Yi didn’t fight back. He used his forehead to block the Abyss Ancient Sword.

Slowly, he steadied himself and didn’t continue sliding back.

King Yi’s lips curled into a smile. “After adding time into the sword technique, it’s indeed too fast for me to dodge, but it’s too weak. You can’t break my Undying Iron Body at all.”

Zhang Ruochen immediately collected his sword and retreated quickly. His expression was unprecedently serious.

The Abyss Ancient Sword was so sharp, but it couldn’t even scratch King Yi’s skin.

“I already gave you a way to live, but you didn’t want it. I guess I can only swallow your body, drink your blood, and improve my Undying Iron Body further.”

King Yi strode toward Zhang Ruochen. It looked like he was walking, but a huge gale actually lifted and he was as fast as lightning.

“Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand.”

King Yi just flipped his hand over and 28 Rules of Palm Way entered his palm technique. He quickly cast a mid-level saint spell.

Even Wang Xu, seventh of the Saints Merits Record, couldn’t compare to King Yi’s speed of casting the spell.

The faster one cast a spell, the faster his changes could be. Usually, his opponent would be dead before they could even build up strength.

Even Zhang Ruochen was caught by surprise and had to use the Spatial Move to dodge his attack.

King Yi was very experienced. After missing the first time, he immediately cast a second palm. It was as if he could predict where Zhang Ruochen would move to.

So powerful. This kind of foresight and experience isn’t something a Saint can possess.

This time, Zhang Ruochen couldn’t hide anymore. He could only wave his Abyss Ancient Sword and clash head-on.

Kaboom!

Thousands of beams of lightning flew out of King Yi’s palm. It hit the Abyss Ancient Sword, sending Zhang Ruochen flying back.

Mid-level saint spells had boundless power. Only another mid-level saint spell could stop it.

The so-called Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand sent thousands of bolts of thunder rolling with one palm, like a thunder god descending. With the palm up, it was yang thunder. With the palm down, it was yin thunder.

Fourth step Saint Kings like King Yi were experts at the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand. They could also use it continuously without worrying that they would run out of saintly power.

“Zhang Ruochen, I may be restricted to the half-step Saint King Realm now, but I’m still only a sliver away from first step Saint King. You’re only a new half-step Saint King and you want to fight with me... Oh...”

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Zhang Ruochen stood among the thunder and lightning, unharmed. Not only had he not fallen, but his battle intent was also actually rolling. The cries of dragons and elephants traveled from his body.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the purple divine mountain. He jumped up, slamming it down on King Yi.

King Yi cast the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand again. Bolts of lightning flew out like rivers, crashing against the mountain.

Two huge bursts of power clashed head-on.

Even a mid-level saint spell couldn’t stop Zhang Ruochen and the purple divine mountain’s attack.

“Such strong power.”

King Yi could only feel his organs shuddering as he kept stepping back. Each step he took would crack a large portion of the ground. It was like he would shatter the entire Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo.

A fourth step Saint King was actually forced back by a half-step Saint King. King Yi was embarrassed. “You really think I can’t take care of you?” he yelled.

Whoosh!

The rules of the world trembled in the dojo.

Then King Yi activated beams of Rules of Truth. They melded into his palm, combining with the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hand.

The power it unleashed multiplied.

King Yi pressed his palm down. The lightning all transformed into snakes and hit the purple divine mountain, suppressing Zhang Ruochen under it.

King Yi had already come to the Truth Godly Palace seven times. He’d comprehended more advanced rules than Bai Ran, so his power was also stronger.

It could be said that Zhang Ruochen was at a great disadvantage for not having comprehended Rules of Truth.

“Die!”

King Yi flew to somewhere dozens of meters high and transformed into a beam of golden light. Then he plummeted as rules of palm and truth interwove on his hands. He struck at the purple divine mountain.

Zhang Ruochen was pressed under the mountain. Before he could escape, King Yi’s strong palm power had already slapped down.

Kaboom!

The purple divine mountain sank down seven feet.

Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo was covered in cracks that extended outside. The long stone steps that led to the dojo broke into a dozen parts as if it underwent a catastrophe.

“Is it over?”

King Yi stared at the purple divine mountain and had a suspicious expression. Suddenly, he felt danger. “Oh, no.”

Reflexively, King Yi slapped backward. Saintly palm power flooded out, overlapping like waves on the sea surface.

But a two-meter-long spatial crack was like a black boat. It cut across the waves of palm power and hit toward King Yi’s chest.

“That’s...spatial power.”

King Yi felt huge danger. His pupils shrunk to golden dots the size of needles. At the same time, his body shrunk 10,000 times smaller. He became the size of a grain of rice and shot out like lightning, wanting to dodge the spatial crack.

After shooting 30 feet away, his body expanded back to its original size.

There was a wound on his left shoulder.

Even though he’d escaped quickly, he’d only avoided the fatal hit. A chunk of flesh had still been cut off by the spatial crack. Large amounts of saintly blood poured out of the injury, dyeing half of his body red.

“My Undying Iron Body is actually...defenseless against spatial power.”

King Yi finally realized that this half-step Saint King wasn’t easy to deal with.

If he wasn’t careful, he might be defeated today.

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