BXBX NOVEL Chapter 2560 - Heavens War Oath
Chapter 2560: Heavens War Oath
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Supreme Saint of the Fane of Death was both surprised and shocked.
Hai Ke was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly. “Since he came to us of his own accord, it saves us a lot of trouble. Old Man Sigui, go and bring him in. I want to see what this brat is capable of since he could capture a Supreme Saint in the Banshi Isshou Realm.”
With a brief acknowledgment, Sigui, the leader of the Rotkins, immediately led a group of cultivators and flew toward the mountain gate of the sacred ground.
Outside of Devonian, there was already a mass of people, with cultivators from all clans gathering to watch the spectacle.
This was too shocking!
The Fane of Death didn’t seek trouble from Zhang Ruochen. Was Zhang Ruochen going to take the initiative and attack them first?
Zhang Ruochen brought five Supreme Saints from the Fane of Death who have turned into monks with him. This was definitely a provocation and humiliation. It was like stepping on the Fane of Death’s face and slapping it.
“Zhang Ruochen and the Fane of Death are already at each other’s throats. I wonder what will happen next?”
“Zhang Ruochen is too stupid to try to challenge the entire Fane of Death on his own. If I were him, I would have to join forces with the top ten clans of the Immortal Vampires first. Only by using the power of the entire Immortal Vampires can one fight against the Fane of Death.”
“The other cultivators of the Immortal Vampires don’t have a deep hatred for the Fane of Death. Why should they listen to his call? Besides, with Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation, he’s far from being able to command the entire Immortal Vampires.”
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Yan Zhexian stood in the Sevenstar Imperial Palace and didn’t reveal herself for the time being. However, she was shocked by the surrounding atmosphere. She didn’t expect this matter to develop to such an extent. It practically blew up the entire Royal City of Hundred Clans.
Suddenly, she regretted promising Zhang Ruochen.
Even if she, the eldest daughter of the Yanluo clan, went with him, she probably wouldn’t be able to suppress the anger of the cultivators of the Fane of Death.
Whoosh
The array of inscriptions lit up at the Mountain Gate of the Rotkins sacred ground. From the center, a 30-foot-wide door appeared.
A dozen Supreme Saints walked out with the Rotkins Emperor leading the group.
Their bodies were all wrapped in black robes with faces that couldn’t be seen clearly, and they all radiated a cold, rotten power.
There weren’t many pleasantries to exchange. The Rotkins Emperor said, “Supreme Saint Ruochen, please come in.”
Zhang Ruochen stood outside the palace gate of Sevenstar Imperial Palace and looked down. He shook his head and said, “The Emperor hasn’t even asked me why I want to visit the Rotkins. Why did he invite me in then? Is there an ambush inside?”
The Rotkins Emperor is aware of his bitterness. He knew that once Zhang Ruochen entered Devonian, he would definitely die.
If Zhang Ruochen died in Devonian, it would be strange if the Xue Jue Family didn’t destroy the Rotkins.
But what could he do?
The Rotkins were attached to the Fane of Death after all. They could only do as they were told.
“Why have you come, Supreme Saint Ruochen?” The Rotkins Emperor asked patiently.
“To apologize, of course.”
Zhang Ruochen snapped his fingers. Zhen Nu, Zhen Sha, Zhen Tan, Zhen Wang, and Zhen Se walked out one after another. Each of them carried two big gleaming copper chests and placed them on the ground under Sikong the Elder’s command.
The ten chests were opened, and dazzling divine light poured out.
They were ten chests filled to the brim with Godstones. There were 3,000 of them in total.
As royalty, he wasn’t scared by 3,000 Godstones.
The Rotkins Emperor only glanced at them. His gaze fell on the five monks opposite him. He sneered in his heart, “You’re here to apologize? No matter how I look at it, you’re here to stir up trouble.”
After seeing the five Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saints from the Fane of Death become cultivators, the Fane of Death’s Supreme Saints were filled with righteous anger. They couldn’t sit still in the sacred ground anymore and flew out.
Ji originally roared, “Zhang Ruochen, if you want to apologize, hand over all your Supreme Artifacts first and then kowtow step by step into the Rotkins sacred ground. Maybe the Fane of Death will spare your life.”
The Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death assume poses surrounding the Sevenstar Imperial Palace. They released their Saint Aura and wanted to tear Zhang Ruochen into pieces.
The atmosphere instantly became tense and murderous.
With just a single fuse, an unstoppable massacre would burst forth.
The powerful Saint Aura suffocated the onlooking cultivators of the various races. They were even more nervous than Zhang Ruochen, who was in the storm’s center.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, “Brother Yuan, you misunderstood. I’m not here to apologize to the Fane of Death but to the Rotkins.”
While everyone was confused, Zhang Ruochen continued, “I heard that when I entered the Royal City of Hundred Clans, all the clans in the city sent cultivators to invite me and pay me a visit. However, I was at a critical moment of cultivation during that time, so I couldn’t help but neglect the emissaries of the clans. I felt guilty for that, so I planned to apologize to them individually.”
“As for you from the Fane of Death, didn’t we agree last time that we would settle our feud with one battle? Aren’t you all a little forgetful?”
The Emperor of the Rotkins said, “I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood. No monk from the Rotkins has come to visit you, and no cultivator has invited you.”
Hearing this, the Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death revealed mocking smiles.
“Is that so?”
Zhang Ruochen didn’t feel embarrassed at all, and he said, “Well, in that case, let’s talk about another thing, I want to cultivate the Heaven Sword Soul in the Hundred-Shackle Realm, but I know it’s difficult. The main reason is that I lack cultivation resources. I wonder whether the Rotkins have any treasures to help cultivators improve their Saint Souls or Precepts of Swordsmanship? If so, I would like to buy some.”
“No.”
The Rotkins Emperor directly refused him.
What joke is he making? The Rotkins are attached to the Fane of Death. You, Zhang Ruochen trying to buy cultivation resources, and you came to the Rotkins. Aren’t you asking for trouble?
You are simply asking to be humiliated.
The Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death were happy to see Zhang Ruochen’s idiotic look, so they were not in a hurry to make a move.
Zhang Ruochen asked again, “Is there really none? For example, such as the Stellar Soul of God, the Pill of Nether-Soul, the Pill of the Saint Soul, and the Divine Sword-Lacquer…”
“No, there is nothing. The Rotkins has none of anything that you might have wanted.” The Rotkins Emperor gradually became more confident and said arrogantly, “However, the Rotkins doesn’t mind taking the ten boxes of Godstones that Supreme Saint Ruochen has brought over.”
Laughter broke out.
Zhang Ruochen nodded thoughtfully and said, “Well, I haven’t really thought about taking the ten boxes of Godstones back. Now, let’s talk about the third thing!”
Suddenly, a bloody light burst out of Zhang Ruochen’s body.
A divine cloud of bloody sea appeared around him, and a pair of huge blood-red wings burst out of his back.
“It’s… It’s the Wargod Belt.”
“That’s right; it’s indeed the Wargod Belt of the Immortal Vampires. Only the thirteen Wargods of the Immortal Vampires are qualified to wear it, which symbolizes supreme honor.”
“Wearing the Wargod Belt is like a Wargod personally arriving. When those from the Immortal Vampires see it, they should kneel and worship it. They should listen to given orders, and none of them could dare to disobey.”
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All the Immortal Vampires present hesitated, not knowing whether they should kneel and worship it or not.
If one of the thirteen Wargods had come, they wouldn’t hesitate. But the one wearing the Wargod Belt was Zhang Ruochen. He was only a Hundred-Shackle Realm Supreme Saint.
Yuan Benji sneered when he saw the Immortal Vampires’ reactions. It was ridiculous for Zhang Ruochen to think he could command the Immortal Vampires with just the Wargod Belt.
He was far inferior in both prestige and strength.
Zhang Ruochen summoned the Ancient Abyssal Blade and pointed it at the Rotkins Emperor, saying, “Today, I challenge the Rotkins in the name of the future Wargod of the Immortal Vampires. I want to be invincible in the current realm and the next. Whom under the sky can defeat me? Is there any in the strongest Hundred-Shackle Realm or Thousand-Koan Realm belonging to the Rotkins that dare to accept this challenge from me? If there is no one with the guts to fight me, any cultivator from the Rotkins that saw me from now on will have to retreat 30,000 miles away.”
Not a sound came from the surroundings.
None of the cultivators knew what Zhang Ruochen was trying to do! Some even thought that he might have met a problem with his cultivation and went insane.
“Why does his words sound so familiar?” A cultivator of the Immortal Vampires muttered to himself.
An older Immortal Vampire Supreme Saint beside him exclaimed, “I remember now. This is what Wargod Bloodximius said when he challenged all the cultivators of the Celestial Court.”
“The original words are: Today, I challenge the Celestial Court in the name of the future Wargod of the Immortal Vampires. I want to be invincible in the same realm and also in the next realm. Is there anyone in the Celestial Court who can defeat me?”
“This sentence has been carved on the divine column of the Fane of War in the Fane of Immortality. It is called the oath to conquer the world.”
The clamors became louder and louder.
Even after more than 100,000 years, there were still cultivators who remembered the heroic deeds of the Wargod Bloodximius. He challenged all the cultivators in the world by himself.
“It is said that the lord of the Fane of Death and an extremely old Wargod personally led Wargod Bloodximius, who was in the Hundred-Shackle Realm during that time, to the most famous battlefield of the fallen deities, at the edge of the Apeiron Sea. He shouted these words at the allied army of the Celestial Court across the divine sea.”
“On the first day, the Celestial Court sent 57 Supreme Saints of the Hundred-Shackle Realm to battle, but they were all defeated and killed by Wargod Bloodximius.”
“On the second day, the Celestial Court finally accepted the fact that no one in the same realm as the Wargod Bloodximius was a match for him. Hence, they sent cultivators of a higher realm than Wargod Bloodximius to battle. The top elites of the Celestial Court in the Thousand-Koan Realm attacked one after another.”
“Unfortunately, all of them were defeated three days in a row.”
“Even among the Thousand-Koan Realm, no one could fight against Wargod Bloodximius. In fact, none of them managed to escape alive.”
“You must know that these unrivaled talents at the Hundred-Shackle Realm and Thousand-Koan Realm are all seeds of deities in the Celestial Court. After Wargod Bloodximius killed so many of them, the Celestial Court suffered heavy losses.”
“The moral of the Heavenly Court’s myriad worlds has been dealt a terrible blow.” Many of the Heavenly Court’s deities were furious. They offered bounties to the myriad worlds. Anyone in the Thousand-Koan Realm who could defeat Wargod Bloodximius would be rewarded by the gods.”
“Finally, on the fifth day, Huang Tian appeared. His cultivation of the Hundred-Shackle Realm was on par with Wargod Bloodximius. After nine battles in nine days, it was still difficult to determine the victor, which helped the Celestial Court’s army regain their morale.”
“However, what the Wargod Bloodximius did in the past, still became a legend. It became the dream of the young cultivators in the Infernal Court.”
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen had shouted similar words. Could it be that he wanted to walk the same path that the Wargod Bloodximius had walked before?
Using the warring oath, he forced the Rotkins to accept the battle.