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White saint light radiated from her body, resonating with the Buddhist light in the temple.

“Since you kept your sword and didn’t kill me just now, you can destroy your cultivation. I can guarantee that you will leave this place alive,” Yan Zhexian said.

Yan Huangtu stared at her deeply and didn’t say anything. It was obvious that he had tacitly agreed to her promise.

Zhang Ruochen held the wet black parasol in his hand and said calmly, “If I cripple my cultivation, even if I can leave this place alive, I’ll soon die somewhere else.”

Yan Zhexian said, “I can guarantee your life until the day you die of old age.”

Yan Huangtu revealed a faint smile, he said, “The words of the direct descendants of the Yan clan must carry weight. Xian’er said that she can secure your life, so she can. Zhang Ruochen, I think this is your only choice now. Otherwise, what awaits you is death.”

“You think you can kill me? Yan Zhexian, where are the hundreds of Supreme Saints you mentioned? Why don’t I see them?” said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen’s eyes looked contemptuous, but his heart was already tense. When he looked around, he was actually looking at the layout and environment of the copper temple.

Logically speaking, Que and Lan Ying would never miss the opportunity on the Yanluo Clan’s home planet. They would definitely come.

But why didn’t he see them along the way?

Since the Yanluo clan had set up an inescapable net here, they must have sent out all their powerhouses. Where had Xi gone? What happened to The Eight Sons of Life and Death? Where had Yan Wushen gone?

It was not wise to fight with Yan Huangtu at this moment.

Yan Huangtu saw that Zhang Ruochen wanted to escape. He said, “Stop looking. There is only one exit from this copper temple.”

Yan Huangtu’s finger was pointing to where Yan Zhexian was standing at the time.

Yan Zhexian twisted her wrist and drew a flame-shaped rune pattern in front of her to seal the temple door.

Although the flame rune pattern had not yet been activated, it emitted a shocking amount of heat, turning the Buddha platform, bronze statues, and pillars in the copper temple crimson.

“You can’t leave today. The will of the Yanluo clan has never been shaken by anyone since ancient times,” Yan Zhexian said.

Zhang Ruochen said, “The temple door has been sealed. Are you planning to fight me to the death here, Brother Yan?”

“I’d love to.” said Yan Huangtu.

Yan Huangtu slowly rolled up his sleeves, he said again, “Since you’ve defeated Wujiang, you’re naturally qualified to fight me. The Imperial Path I cultivate is to continuously defeat powerful enemies, accumulate momentum, and achieve a big breakthrough in the state of mind. Only then can I achieve a big breakthrough in cultivation.

“The Imperial Path is the supreme will that can control all the ways in the world. Only with a big breakthrough in the Imperial Path can I integrate more Saintwill and breakthrough to the level of the Grade Two Saintwill.

“That’s why I can’t do what you can do by consuming the Quasi-Emperor Grade Saintwill Pills. What I want is to defeat all the opponents in the world or kill them.”

Yan Huangtu’s aura continued to rise, and wisps of golden divine light shot out of his pores and filled the entire copper temple.

ROAR!

Dragon roars came from within his bones, and they were deafening.

The fire runes that Yan Zhexian had drawn trembled from the impact. She was shocked and thought, ‘Fifth uncle’s cultivation has become even stronger!’

Yan Zhexian knew that Yan Huangtu was able to fight head-on against a peak Thousand-Koan Realm Supreme Saint.

To other Supreme Saints at the peak of the Hundred-Shackle Realm, this was something unimaginable. Because they were still pursuing the ranking below the Thousand-Koan Realm, Yan Huangtu was already vying for the position of the top elites below the Banshi Isshou Realm.

The difference between the two was thousands of miles.

Now, Yan Huangtu has become even more unfathomable. Yan Zhexian felt that he could no longer see through him.

“It seems that Yan Huangtu can take down Zhang Ruochen without our help in this battle.” A Supreme Saint Talisman Master laughed behind her.

Yan Zhexian stared at him coldly. “Zhang Ruochen isn’t easy to deal with. If he counterattacks and triggers the Dark Space-time Matter, have you thought about the consequences?”

The destructive power of the Dark Space-time Matter had long spread throughout the Yanluo clan. Even the Supreme Saint’s expression changed when he heard it.

The copper temple was so small. If Zhang Ruochen was forced into a life-and-death situation, it was entirely possible that he could use the Dark Space-time Matter to perish together with Yan Huangtu.

“Does this mean that Zhang Ruochen is invincible?” said the Supreme Saint Talisman Master as his face turned solemn. He was no longer as optimistic as before.

“How can there be an invincible person in the world? If Zhang Ruochen uses Dark Space-time Matter, he will be the one to die.”

Yan Zhexian stated solemnly. Then she said, “Help me carve runes. I have to draw another flower dance runes and bury Zhang Ruochen in grief.”

BOOM!

A bolt of dark purple lightning fell from the clouds and hit the top of the copper temple. Instantly, dense lightning covered the temple.

Lightning also spread out from the temple, taking the form of a dragon and a snake dancing

Yan Huangtu and Zhang Ruochen’s power had reached a climax at that point.

Yan Huangtu took the lead. His fist wrapped in divine light struck out like a shooting star.

When Yan Huangtu struck, a massive golden shadow rushed out of his body, resembling an ancient Emperor God.

Zhang Ruochen was unafraid. He struck out with his palm, and the Saint Aspect of the Immovable Wisdom King rushed out of his body.

Boom

OW.

The fist and palm collided, producing a more deafening sound than the thunder just now. The sound reverberated in the copper temple, shaking the space so much that it seemed like it was going to explode.

If it had been a Supreme Saint of the Neverwilt Realm, he would have fallen to the ground with blood pouring from his seven orifices if he was in the temple right now.

Their bodies separated in an instant.

BANG!

Zhang Ruochen flew backward and hit the copper wall behind him, which was more than 30 meters away. The sound of metal colliding was like the sound of the Great Lyu Bell being hit.

Ancient Divine Marks appeared on the copper wall, blocking all the impact.

Zhang Ruochen’s body was strong and uninjured. He slid down from the copper wall and quickly recovered.

Yan Huangtu took four steps back and steadied himself, he said, “No one under the Thousand-Koan Realm can match my power. Not Lan Ying, not Luo Shengtian, not Wujiang, not you. If you want to continue this battle, Zhang Ruochen, you’d better show your true ability.”

Yan Huangtu’s ultimate power and defense had been established by the Royal Divine Frame.

It was said that when Yan Huangtu had just broken through to the Hundred-Shackle Realm, he had received a punch from a Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint. Although his flesh and blood had been destroyed, his bone structure was undamaged and could regenerate flesh and blood.

His Saint Soul and Sainthood Source were inside his bones.

Even a Paramount Realm Supreme Saint, let alone a Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint, would struggle to kill Yan Huangtu at his current level of cultivation.

‘Yan Huangtu is indeed powerful. If I want to compete with him in power, I need to break at least 80 shackles in my body. Warlord Mara was also very powerful, but he’s far inferior to Yan Huangtu,’ Zhang Ruochen thought.

In terms of power, Que and Lan Ying were probably not as powerful as Yan Huangtu.

Only Luo Shengtian, the divine prince, might be able to fight him head-on. After all, Luo Shengtian mainly cultivated power. He had a pair of natural divine eyes and refined two active Divine Planets.

If Yan Huangtu’s physical body was not extremely powerful, how could he withstand two active Divine Planets?

Zhang Ruochen said, “On the path of cultivation, not only physical strength is refined, but also the Path. I’d like to see how much power you can burst out under the suppression of the three Great Paths of the Ancients.”

Crash

The Profound Spatial Dimension, Null Time realm, and the Realm-frame of Truth rushed out of Zhang Ruochen’s body at the same time and covered the entire copper temple.

Zhang Ruochen stood where he was. His hands moved slowly. Dense Precepts of Time rushed out of his sea of Qi and revolved around his body, turning into the illusory image of a long River of Time.

“Take this too!” Zhang Ruochen shouted.

Zhang Ruochen struck out with his palm. The illusory image of the long River of Time continued to rush toward Yan Huangtu.

Under the suppression of the Profound Spatial Dimension, Null Time realm, and the Realm-frame of Truth, Yan Huangtu seemed to have fallen into a swamp. It was as if there were thousands of chains wrapped around his body, and lava poison was corroding his body.

Boom

Yan Huangtu’s foot stomped on the ground, and golden Yama Qi surged out crazily, forming a world map scroll.

At the same time, the Gate of Destiny appeared behind him, finally blocking the suppression formed by the three Great Paths of the Ancients.

Splash

The sound of water flowing could be heard.

The River of Time passed through the golden world created by Yan Huangtu, crashing toward his chest.

Yan Huangtu didn’t dare to let the River of Time touch him. He quickly performed the high-level Thousand-Koan Realm saint technique and shouted, “Streams of Myriad Dragons.”

He punched out and countless dragons flew out. They were all golden and turned into a river of myriad dragons.

The river of myriad dragons collided with the River of Time. There wasn’t any earth-shattering sound, but the two continued to cancel each other out.

‘The Nine Dragons Divine Marks on Yan Huangtu’s Royal Divine Frame are truly enigmatic. They can actually block the attack of the long River of Time after combining with the fist technique of the Streams of Myriad Dragons,’ Zhang Ruochen thought, secretly amazed.

Yan Huangtu was even more taken aback. In this punch, he had used all of his strength. The combined power of the Divine Marks and the Thousand-Koan level fist technique could only compete with Zhang Ruochen. It was amazing.

The River of Time flowed from beginning to end. Yan Huangtu’s fist power had also been exhausted.

In this short break, it was time to test the two of them.

The person who changed their moves the fastest would be able to strike the second strike first. They would be able to gain an advantage in the next battle.

As a Master of Time, Zhang Ruochen clearly had a huge advantage. He didn’t spend time condensing a saint technique. Instead, he picked up the Violet Gourd hanging by his waist and used the Great Dimensional Shift to smash at Yan Huangtu’s head.

Yan Huangtu was shocked. No cultivator had ever dared to fight him in close combat. Was Zhang Ruochen courting death?

And what was he holding in his hand?

A gourd!

Yan Huangtu didn’t have time to use the saint technique. He had to raise his arm to block.

Yan Huangtu’s body was the most powerful shield, thanks to the Divine Royal Frame. He was unconcerned about any attacks.

BANG!

The Violet Gourd cracked Yan Huangtu’s arm. Blood splattered everywhere.

This injury was like an old itch to Yan Huangtu. He was about to counterattack, but Zhang Ruochen moved sideways and swung the gourd toward his back.

If it were any other cultivator, they would have to close their eyes and wait for death when Zhang Ruochen changed his move so quickly.

But Yan Huangtu wasn’t afraid. He arched his back and a boundless divine light burst out from his body. The Violet Gourd hit his back and broke the divine light. There was a loud bang.

Yan Huangtu’s body rolled on the ground like a rubber ball.

“Take that,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen used the Great Dimensional Shift and appeared next to him again. He smashed the gourd in his hand like an invincible Divine Artifact. He didn’t waste time activating the Supreme Power contained in the gourd. Zhang Ruochen wanted to suppress Yan Huangtu so that he couldn’t fight back.

Outside the copper temple.

Yan Zhexian and the Supreme Saint Talisman Masters were stunned.

They had been looking forward to the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu. After all, they were both geniuses of the generation. They would definitely use all their skills to fight. Watching this battle might benefit them.

But who could tell that two peerless Supreme Saints were fighting in the temple?

What was the difference between fighting with two local ruffians and hooligans?

One was smashing with a gourd, while the other was blocking without rhyme or reason.

A Supreme Saint Talisman Master found it hard to understand, he said, “That shouldn’t be! Yan Huangtu has already reached the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm. With the Royal Divine Frame, his physical strength should far surpass Zhang Ruochen’s. How can Zhang Ruochen be his opponent in close combat?”

“Yes, in close combat, Yan Huangtu is absolutely invincible,” said another Supreme Saint Talisman Master, feeling depressed.

The battle between the two in the temple disappointed him greatly. There was no elegance, no wonder, and no earth-shattering.

However, Yan Zhexian saw otherwise and said, “You only talk about strength, but forget about speed. Which one of you can see Zhang Ruochen’s moves clearly?”

The Supreme Saint Talisman Masters looked carefully and found that there were as many as 17 figures of Zhang Ruochen in the temple. With their cultivation, they could only see seven of them as afterimages. They could not tell which of the other ten were real bodies.

They were helpless because Zhang Ruochen was too fast!

Yan Zhexian said, “Although Yan Huangtu’s power was strong, he is suppressed by Zhang Ruochen’s speed.”

Then she said, “In fact, Yan Huangtu’s speed is not slow. However, being trapped in Zhang Ruochen’s Profound Spatial Dimension and Null Time realm, even if it has 100% speed, it can only exert 70%.”

Yan Zhexian thought to herself, ‘if I am trapped in the current situation of Yan Huangtu, what will happen to me?’

Yan Zhexian shook her head and told herself, ‘If I fight with Zhang Ruochen in the future, I must not enter within 3 kilometers of him, at least outside the Profound Spatial Dimension.’

It wasn’t until now that Yan Zhexian realized that Zhang Ruochen hadn’t used his full strength when fighting with her.

“The narrower the space is, the more advantageous it is for Zhang Ruochen. The plan to assassinate Zhang Ruochen in the copper temple appears to be a blunder.” Yan Zhexian sighed softly and thought about how to help Yan Huangtu.

Zhang Ruochen was a strong enemy. He was more difficult to deal with than expected.

At this moment, the battle in the copper temple took a turn for the better. Taking the risk of withstanding three strikes from Zhang Ruochen, Yan Huangtu took out the Supreme Artifact, the Scepter of Heaven’s Pass. He waved his hand and struck out, sending Zhang Ruochen flying.

Because he had been hit on the head three times by the gourd, Yan Huangtu’s scalp was broken. His face was covered in blood. Holding the Scepter of Heaven’s Pass, he stomped his feet and gritted his teeth. “Come on, who’s afraid of who?”

The bloody Yan Huangtu looked like a ferocious ghost. Just his appearance alone could scare off many cultivators.

Zhang Ruochen wiped the Saint Blood off the gourd and his robe, “Forget it,” he said. “If we had to use the Supreme Artifact and fight in such a small space in this copper temple, the power of the Supreme Artifact would have killed both of us before the winner was determined.”

“You’ll die, but I won’t. Fight! Keep Fighting!”

Yan Huangtu had suffered so much just now. He was being chased and beaten by Zhang Ruochen. It didn’t matter if it hurt, but it was a loss of face. So how could he let it go?