Chapter 958 - Fighting Alone

Chapter 958: Fighting Alone
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Zhang Ruochen gave an indifferent glance to the four Immortal Vampires before him.
They were all at the state of the Half-Saint. The royal uncle of the Immortal Vampire’s royalties wasn’t there, maybe still hiding in the dark.
Zhang Ruochen gave a stare to the darkness, and said,
Should there be another person besides you four? Why didn’t he show up?

The Second Royal Prince was shocked and said to himself: The man was just a Third Level Half-Saint, how could he be so acute to perceive the existence of my royal uncle?
Then the Second Royal Prince looked at the Saint Lady and understood immediately.


It must be that the Saint Lady had discovered the royal uncle with her strong spiritual power. Only she could have such an acumen.
But the Saint Lady was obviously too wounded to fight. There was no need to fear her.

We don’t need the royal uncle to deal with you two.

The Second Royal Prince put his hands behind his back, pretending to speak with nobility.
Saint Lady, my lordship, you’d better hand over the Vampire Secrets now, in case I should hurt you later with violence.

The Saint Lady said,
But I don’t have the Vampire Secrets you want. In fact, I wonder where it is too.

The Second Royal Prince gave a gloomy look, and said,
I thought the Saint Lady was a clever woman. But you can be stupid sometimes. Senluo, you go and search the Saint Lady’s body. Be gentle. Don’t hurt her enervated body.


You’ve asked for the hard way.

Blood General Senluo widened his copper-bell like eyes, moving his barrel thick legs to walk to the Saint Lady.
He was three meters tall. Iron chains which were as thick as bowls wound around his whole body.
The iron chains collided with each other to make a clang-clang noise after each step.


He was not ordinary as his cultivation had reached the Seventh Level of Half-Saint. And because he was an Immortal Vampire, his body was much stronger than those of humans at his same level.
Blood General Senluo stared at Zhang Ruochen standing before the Saint Lady. He grinned to let out his sharp buck teeth.
Young man of the Blood God Sect, do you want to save the beauty with your little body? Let me teach you a lesson of living honestly.

Blood General Senluo pinched both his hands into fists. The iron chains all moved to cover up his whole body.
The iron chain was not ordinary refined iron, but a kind of saint weapon to have connected with Senluo’s bones, becoming a part of his body.
Blood General Senluo shouted when he was about 30 meters away from Zhang Ruochen. He stepped hard on the ground to jump up, throwing a fist to hit Zhang Ruochen.
Cold lights flashed on his fist.
Lightning flowed on each buckle of the iron chains. The Qi wave made from the explosion turned into a blurring shape of a bottle to reach Zhang Ruochen in advance.
Zhang Ruochen moved his right foot to lower his center of gravity. Then he wielded the Seven Saint Snake Lance to cleave.
Bang!
The Seven Saint Snake Lance cleaved the belly of Blood General Senluo to collide with the iron chains, making a penetrating noise.


Clang!
Blood General Senluo flew backwards for more than 30 meters. Then he had to retreat ten steps to stand firm.
He felt a violent pain in his belly. All his organs inside his body were injured more or less.
But Zhang Ruochen stayed at the original spot, looking heroic and steady like a pine tree. Only his hair kept dancing with the wind.
Just one strike had astonished the four Immortal Vampires on site.
Even though Blood General Senluo was hurt because of his careless move in the last round, the human of the Blood God Sect was not ordinary at all.
They had underestimated him before.
Another Blood General of the Immortal Vampire smirked,
Hehe. Senluo, what’s wrong with you? You can’t even handle a human at the Third Level of Half-Saint? Do you want me to give you a hand?

Blood General Senluo humphed. He didn’t answer to the ridicule of him, but stared at Zhang Ruochen opposite him with his blood red eyes.
I just wanted to drink your blood before. But now, I’ve changed my mind. I will make you into a Blood Slave and enslave your for 100 years.


Who can’t do trash talk? You’d better show some real stuff, if you want to enslave anybody,
said Zhang Ruochen indifferently.


Blood General Senluo clenched his teeth, rushing to Zhang Ruochen with a shout. Dazzling lightning showed up on his thick arms.

Heavenly King Fist.

Two fist prints were generated at the same time, making a sonic boom.
The Heavenly King Fist was a fist play of the superior-class Ghost Level. It was full of strength and extremely overbearing.
Suppressed by the Rules of the Heaven and the Earth in the First Gradient, Blood General Senluo found it hard to transfer the strong Holy Qi to bring out the real power of the Heavenly King Fist.
But of course, with the power of the human body the Heavenly King Fist could also be very powerful.
Stayed at his old spot, Zhang Ruochen observed the way of Blood General Senluo’s fist move attentively.
The minute the two fist prints came about ten meters away from him, Zhang Ruochen changed his looks and grabbed the Seven Saint Snake Lance. He started late but gave a stab quickly.
The trace of the lance was not straight.
It went through the two fists of Blood General Senluo like a living spiritual snake to hit his throat accurately.


Fizz.
The lance went out of Blood General Senluo’s neck with blood.
Blood General Senluo opened his eyes wide, finding it hard to believe. Then his arms burst out great power to have clamped the Seven Saint Snake Lance, and he stepped back with his left foot.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly, and twisted the lance with both hands.
Crack.
The golden brilliance given out by the lance became a revolving power which broke Blood General Senluo’s neck.
A giant head flew away.
Zhang Ruochen knew that a Half-Saint of the Immortal Vampire could still survive, so he immediately threw another hand print to hit the head of Blood General Senluo.
Boom.
The head exploded in midair, changing into a cloud of bloody mist.
Even the saint soul of Blood General Senluo vanished completely.
In just a few minutes, a higher level Half-Saint of the Immortal Vampire had been killed by Zhang Ruochen’s lance. Only a headless corpse was left.
The Second Royal Prince of the Immortal Vampires bit his teeth violently. He was furious and couldn’t stop his arms from shaking.
Now one in the younger generation of the Blood God Sect can be so powerful. Who are you?

Zhang Ruochen held the Seven Saint Snake Lance in hand. He didn’t answer him, but said,
The cultivation of the Second Royal Prince should have reached the Seventh Level of Half-Saint. Maybe you can even fight a Ninth Level Half-Saint as you have such a special body structure. What do you think…let’s fight?

Zhang Ruochen had fought with the Second Royal Prince before when he was only a First Level Half-Saint. But the gap between their cultivations was so wide that he had to run away.
Now the cultivation of Zhang Ruochen had reached the Third Level Half-Saint. Naturally, he wanted to fight the Second Royal Prince again.
This time, the Second Royal Prince wasn’t impulsive. He scoffed,
I will not give you the chance to take us down one by one. Blood General Yunyi, Blood General Yunluan, let’s fight together to kill the boy of the Blood God Sect first, then the Saint Lady.

Zoom.
The blood wings of the three Immortal Vampires opened wide simultaneously. They left the ground and hovered in lower air. They closed in on Zhang Ruochen from three directions.
The three were all powerful figures.
If they were on the ground, Zhang Ruochen could only fight one of them with his full strength.
Blood General Yunyi and Blood General Yunluan were both Eighth Level Half-Saints. In the First Gradient, their strengths were more powerful than that of Blood King Wuliang.
Now that the Second Royal Prince had reached the Seventh Level Half-Saint, his cultivation had improved greatly. With his special body structure, his strength was even more powerful than Blood General Yunyi and Blood General Yunluan.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the three and didn’t panic. He made the move first to wield the Seven Saint Snake Lance to attack both Blood General Yunyi and Blood General Yunluan.

Bold.

Blood General Yunyi raised the round shield in his hand and defended it.
At the same time, he operated the thick Holy Qi in his body to activate the inscriptions in the shield.
Zoom.
The round shield gave out rings of blood red brilliance at once, which shrouded the area of about 30 meters in diameter, forming a round light curtain.
Blood General Yunluan shrank his body to the size of a fist. He flew above the Seven Saint Snake Lance, reaching out a sharp blood claw to hit the head of Zhang Ruochen.
The cold blood claw grew longer with thick blood waves, as if it was about to rip Zhang Ruochen into shreds.
The two worked perfectly together, one to defend, the other to attack.
If they were on the ground, Zhang Ruochen, or even figures at the Ninth Level of Half-Saint, would find it hard to resolve their attack.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t take his lance back, but kept pouring power to hit the round light curtain in the color of blood.
With a bang, the light curtain was crushed.
The power bursting out from the Seven Saint Snake Lance collided with the shield in Blood General Yunyi’s hand. Blood General Yunyi was thrown back to hit on the ground.
The arm holding the round shield of Blood General Yunyi was broken. He spit a mouthful of blood, looking extremely awkward.

How could his body be so strong? He’s not weaker than some of the saints,
Blood General Yunyi said to himself.
Although Zhang Ruochen had hurt Blood General Yunyi, he had put himself in danger.
The claw of Blood General Yuanluan scratched his neck with a sharp freezing wind.
Even though Zhang Ruochen had retreated quickly, three lines of bloody claw prints were left on his neck.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t look to his wound, but to stabilize his footsteps. Then he rushed forward with a quicker speed to crash into Blood General Yunluan with his body.

Go to hell.

Blood General Yunluan bent his knees to lower his waist and belly. He made a horse-riding step and gathered all his Holy Qi to his claws.
The blood red claws were tough and sharp, like they were made by red jade or colored gauze. Lines of freezing ice elemental inscriptions appeared on its surface.
Each claw was a saint weapon.