Chapter 1908 - Red-robed Blood Dripper

Chapter 1908: Red-robed Blood Dripper
Sword Nine.

Zhang Ruochen’s gaze was grim, as he unleashed the sword strike with all his might.
The bright sword light and flames shot out together, as a destructive aura spread around, seemingly wanting to destroy everything.
If they had not been inside the Sword Vault, the lands that spanned tens of thousands of miles would have collapsed and sunk as a result of the impact.
The battle of the Supreme Saints was able to cause stars to fall.
For any macroworlds, the battle between Supreme Saints would always be a catastrophe.
Countless blades of Purgatory Flames splashed out as they fell from the sky, transforming into a rain of fire that melted everything.

How’s it going?

Xiang Chunan and the others looked at Zhang Ruochen, wanting to know what was going on.
Zhang Ruochen did not move as he held the Dreadblade and stared at Xuetu Shenzi. A portion of his sleeve was gone, burned to ashes by the Purgatory Flames.
On the other side, Xuetu Shenzi’s expression was grim, a wisp of his hair falling away, slashed by the sword Qi.
On the surface, he might have had some advantages, but he was not satisfied at all. For an ant-like existence in his eyes to cut off his hair, if he was any closer, would the latter not be able to wound him?
Baaaam!!
The raging Purgatory Flames emerged from Xuetu Shenzi’s body, filling the sky.
The strand of severed hair burned up and instantly turned to ashes.
The Infernal Purgatory Tower shook violently, as countless arcane inscriptions appeared and bloomed in dazzling light as a faint divine power spread out as if trying to completely solidify the space.
If this was outside that domain, some stars may very well already been torn down by the impact.

Hhhss…

Everyone who was in the Sword Vault could not help but shudder at that moment as their scalps all felt numb.
There was no wind, however, everyone felt a passing breeze that carried along with it a strong bloody aura as if purgatory was about to descend upon the world.
Legend had it that the Infernal Purgatory Tower was itself a purgatory world, and even a god could be suppressed and refined by it.
In fact, it had indeed suppressed a god, and that was why it had a faint trace of divine power clinging onto it.
Supreme Sacred Artifacts that could kill a god had incredible power, and there were barely any pieces even after searching across many macroworlds.
Zhang Ruochen’s face was grim, and he tried his best to borrow strength from the sixteen ancestral masters, while also mobilizing the Precepts of Truth.
Although the Sword Vault would suppress the Precepts of Truth, but it could still play a little role. Even if it could double the attack power, it was still very significant.
The attack by Xuetu Shenzi was overwhelming, and he needed to go all out, or else he would certainly suffer.
Unleashing the True Thunder-fire Sword, the entire area was filled with thunder and fire.
This sword technique was particularly fitting for Zhang Ruochen. First, Zhang Ruochen cultivated his spiritual power and was the best at thunder arts. Secondly, Zhang Ruochen had mastered the Divine Purification Flame to the level of Chenyan.
Coupled with his amazing talent in the art of the sword, cultivating the True Thunder-fire Sword was a simple matter for him. Plus, he had thoroughly understood its essence long ago.
Fortunately, his mastery of the Divine Purification Flame was powerful, so he had a strong immunity against the Purgatory Flames. Otherwise, he would have been at a bigger disadvantage in the battle against Xuetu Shenzi.
Boom!!
The two powerful forces collided and violently shook the entire Sword Vault.
Bam bam bam!! Zhang Ruochen stumbled a few miles back as he neutralized all of the incoming forces.
Sparks flew out of the Infernal Purgatory Tower, and part of its inscriptions darkened as its power was obviously weakened.
Xuetu Shenzi’s expression was even grimmer. He thought that he could easily take Zhang Ruochen out, but the situation now was somewhat outside his expectations.

I want to see how long can you last with that borrowed power from those ghosts?
Xuetu Shenzi sneered as he launched another attack.
No matter how powerful the external power was, it could not last forever. As long as he continued to attack, Zhang Ruochen would collapse soon enough.

You are powerful, but defeating me inside the Sword Vault is impossible.

Zhang Ruochen held the Dreadblade in his hand as he dusted his robes. Immediately after, a sword domain formed out of thousands of sword force automatically appeared.
In the distance, a dense blood fog poured into the Sword Vault as a series of powerful Immortal Vampires appeared.
The Nine-eye Heavenly Lord crossed his hands before his chest and sneered,
To think that he dared to call us useless. Even he, when faced with a difficult opponent like Zhang Ruochen, hasn’t managed to defeat him after such a long time.

Xia Wenxin’s long hair fluttered as he looked at the battlefield with a faint smile on his face.
Be it Xuetu or Zhang Ruochen aided by the sixteen sword master spirits, both have the power to challenge a Supreme Saint. We better not get involved in this battle.

A blow from a Supreme Saint was not something anyone wanted to take.
Breaking into their area of combat at that moment was no different than taking a pincer attack from two Supreme Saints, and it only meant death.
Wangqiu Shenzi, whose body was like an iron tower, said,
If we can distract Zhang Ruochen, perhaps Xuetu will be able to win faster.

Xia Wenxin’s gaze looked at Bao Lie, Ji Fanxin, and the rest before he said,
If that’s the case, pick an opponent then!


I’ll take the vanguard.

The Nine-eye Heavenly Lord had a belly full of disgruntlement and wanted to thrash the entire place up.
The flesh wings on his back opened up like two massive blood clouds as he flew into the air. He stretched his right arm forward, and a three-foot-wide light beam blasted out of the eye on the palm.
Before the light beam had even arrived, the powerful wind had already reached it, causing the ground in front of Bao Lie, Ji Fanxin, and the rest to churn.

Rawr!

Bao Lie roared and blasted out a full-powered fist mark.
The fist mark then transformed into a massive, lifelike nebula leopard. Wherever it passed, it left behind a trail of stardust.
Boooom!!!
The two collided together, and a powerful shock wave shook the realm.
A nearby volcano collapsed as magma gushed out of the ground, painting hundreds of miles red.
The next moment, the Nine-eye Heavenly Lord arrived at the skies above Bao Lie as he laughed and shot out another light beam from his eyes.
Ji Fanxin took out a crystal-clear, purple petal and squeezed it in the palm of her hand, saying,
You dare to break into this place, Nine-eye Heavenly Lord… You are too conceited.

Whoosh!!
The purple petals flew out, dividing into two, then four, then eight… finally it turned into a rain of petals.
These were not any ordinary rain of petals but was a type of spiritual attack.
When struck by any of the petals, one’s spirit and Saint Soul would suffer grievous injuries.
However, before the rain of petals had fallen on the Nine-eye Heavenly Lord, it was sucked away by a force, and transforming into a torrent as it flew toward that force.
Blood-colored hair flew about as the handsome Xia Wenxin used a bamboo scroll to seal all of the petals away.

The famous Hundred Flower Fairy sure is beautiful.
Xia Wenxin stared at Ji Fanxin with a look of appreciation.

Be careful. Even Immortal Ming did not come out of the fight with her unscathed. A rose has thorns; beware of pricking yourself,
the Nine-eye Heavenly Lord said as he fought Bao Lie.
The next moment, Xia Wenxin and Ji Fanxin struck at the same time. The two were extremely fast that they instantly disappeared before everyone.
With Wangqiu Shenzi in the lead, the remaining princes and princesses, alongside the Immortal Vampire army surrounded Xiang Chunan and the rest.
Whooosh!!
Awesome the Little Taoist unleashed the Seven Divine Planets, and arrayed them in seven different directions as a large number of inscriptions appeared on them, forming a Ninth-rank Formation Array.
With the Ninth-Rank Formation Array and the help of Xiang Chunan, Sikong the Elder, Sikong the Younger, and the rest, they managed to hold Wangqiu Shenzi and his army at bay.
At present, only Shi Qiankun did not join the battle. He looked into the distance and saw a detachment of Immortal Vampires rushing toward the cold volcano.

No, the cold volcano is the place Zhang Ruochen is culminating the form of the Ancient Abyssal Blade, I cannot let the blade fall into the hands of the Immortal Vampires.

Shi Qiankun took out a talisman and stuck it onto his chest. His whole body was immediately enveloped in white light as he quickly flew over.
After catching up with the Immortal Vampires, Shi Qiankun shot out a series of Blood Suppressant Talismans and a large number of Mountain Chain Talismans, killing more than seven hundred Immortal Vampires beneath a range of stone mountains.
Standing at the top of the cold volcano, Shi Qiankun wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

There’s actually a talisman in this world that could counter the Immortal Vampires? Care to let me take a look?
A strange voice rang out.
Hearing the voice, Shi Qiankun’s expression immediately changed.
A wisp of black fog appeared out of thin air, forming Immortal Ming’s body.
The next moment, he was still at the bottom of the mountain.
The next moment, he was already standing on the mountainside.
Shi Qiankun knew that he was no match for Immortal Ming, so he immediately turned around and jumped into the belly of the cold volcano.

Heh, it looks like apart from the Big Dipper Portrait, there are some unexpected gains as well this time.

The reason why Immortal Ming was after Shi Qiankun, was for the Big Dipper Portrait.

Hmm? This cold volcano seems to be a bit weird.

Immortal Ming stomped lightly, and a din rang out as a large number of cracks appeared on the huge mountain before collapsing away, revealing everything inside.
Inside the belly of the mountain, the Ancient Abyssal Blade was suspended under the sundial as a black-robed young man sat on the sword. His looks resembled Zhang Ruochen as he was concentrating on culminating his form.
His body appeared corporeal at times, illusory at times.
After spending many years, the culmination of the Ancient Abyssal Blade’s spirit body had reached its critical moment and was about to be completed.
Shi Qiankun was standing at the other end of the Sundial. As he saw Immortal Ming coming down from above, he let out a long sigh, as a look of despair appeared in his eyes.
The foe was too strong, and any resistance was futile.
Immortal Ming’s figure was upright with his hands on his back. Looking at the Sundial on the ground, and the sound of flowing water coming out of it, he revealed an expression of great interest.

Time flows and enters the stream, what a great treasure of time.
Immediately afterward, his gaze fell upon the Ancient Abyssal Blade above, and his eyes lit up.
Hey, it’s a sword made out of the Iron of Creation, and its vessel spirit is forming. Even if I don’t find the Big Dipper Portrait, getting these two treasures will make this trip worthwhile. Wonderful, wonderful.

The Sword Spirit of the Ancient Abyssal Blade looked up, with a worried look in his eyes.
The Immortal Vampire’s attack of the Sword Vault even involved the Netherkind. Has the Sword Vault been taken?

Immortal Ming stared at Abyssal’s Sword Spirit and said,
The only reason I helped the Immortal Vampires is for our own benefits. The fall of the Sword Vault is a matter of time. This is the manifestation of destiny, and no one can stop it.


With Zhang Ruochen around, taking the Sword Vault won’t be that easy,
the Sword Spirit said calmly.
Immortal Ming held his hands and sneered,
It’s because your master is too weak that you have become the frog at the bottom of the well. Zhang Ruochen’s opponent is Xuetu, and even if he has the advantage in the Sword Vault. Defeat is all but certain.

A good bird always chooses the trees it perches on. What’s the point of following a dead man? You might as well follow me. With my power and the resources I can mobilize, you can grow into a peerless sword in the future.

The Sword Spirit laughed and said,
A dead man… yeah… that’s right.

The Sword Spirit of the Ancient Abyssal Blade was too calm, and his laugh was abnormal, which gave Immortal Ming an ominous feeling.

What are you laughing at?
With just your Sword Spirit of a Seventh Radiance sacred artifact, believe it when I say I can kill you right away, and at most I’ll just raise a new Sword Spirit later on.
Immortal Ming’s eyes darkened and turned cold.
Suddenly, Immortal Ming felt a chill on his back as the hair on his skin stood up. An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped him, making him unable to move.

Tap… Tap…

Footsteps rang out.

Who goes there?

Immortal Ming was startled at looked around.
It was a terrifying thing for someone to be able to come close to him without him noticing.
A beautiful woman in red walked out from the shadow. Her figure tall, her hair black and silky, her snow-white neck was slender, and so was her waist. Her eyes were cold, and her lips crimson, looking almost like Chi Yao.
She was not only similar in appearance, but even in temperament.
Any living being standing before her would feel an involuntary pressure, wanting to kneel down, to submit, to worship her.

Empress Chi Yao.

Shi Qiankun could not bear the pressure and knelt directly onto the ground.

Empress Chi Yao… How can it be?

Immortal Ming held his breath as his eyes widened. He did not believe that this person was really that god of the Kunlun Realm.

No… you are a Sword Spirit.

Immortal Ming was no ordinary cultivator and quickly saw through the real identity of the woman in red.

That’s right, I am a Sword Spirit named Blood Dripper.

The woman in red held a crimson blade. As she took another step forward, a monstrous killing intent rushed at Immortal Ming.
Perhaps, The Blood Dripper had devoured too much blood of the living, and her killing intent had a corporeal form as it appeared as a battlefield of corpses before Immortal Ming’s eyes.
The woman in red did not even act as the killing intent had transformed into tens of thousands of blades and shot out at Immortal Ming.
Immortal Ming’s powerful Saint Soul seemed to almost be torn apart by the killing intent.

The Stygian Array.

Immortal Ming restrained the fear in his heart and gritted his teeth as he deployed a formation array, forming a Stygian World as he tried to block the woman in red’s assault.
The Stygian Array was Immortal Ming’s biggest trump card, and it could even withstand three strikes of a Neverwither Supreme Saint’s attacks.
But…
Dushhh!
The sword in the woman in red’s hand turned into a blood light, and like lightning, instantly pierced through the Stygian Array, and landed square on Immortal Ming’s heart.
Baaaam!!!
Immortal Ming was blasted away by the Blood Dripper and nailed onto a rock as blood gushed out of his wound.

How could this be…

Immortal Ming’s eyes widened in disbelief.
There was someone beneath a Supreme Saint that could beat him with a single attack.
The next moment, all of the Saint Blood inside Immortal Ming’s body was absorbed by the Blood Dripper, and he was reduced to a desiccated corpse.
The woman in red did not spare Immortal Ming another look as her gaze fell onto the Sword Spirit of the Ancient Abyssal Blade. The coldness in her eyes disappeared, and in its place was full of tenderness.

Blood Dripper and Abyss were a couple.
Their masters might have parted, but the feelings between the two swords remained.