God Emperor

Chapter 1599: Skull

With the Gold Roc Prince’s identity, status, and cultivation, he’d seen every type of beauty.

The reason why he tried so hard in pursuing the Fairy Baihua was partly because he indeed fell in love at first sight and was mesmerized. But more important, the Fairy Baihua wasn’t only pretty. She was also the leader of the younger generation of the Thousand Pistil Field. She was qualified to become a god and had the strong support of the Datura Flower Goddess. She had the stunning ability to make divine medicine grow ten times faster.

The God Roc Prince was a top pride of the Gold Roc Race. He was the grandson of a god, the son of a Supreme Saint, and had a very high status.

However, the Gold Roc Race’s bloodline was very strong. There were many strong Deities and princes. A few of them were at his level.

If he could get the Baihua Fairy, then he could have his grandfather—the god—place importance on him. He would receive more resources and surpass the others to become the future ruler of the Gold Roc Race.

He could only improve his status by possessing a powerful wife.

But after countless years of pursuit, everything was destroyed in an instant.

Hundreds of thoughts flashed past the Gold Roc Prince’s mind. Suddenly, he realized something and a pleasantly surprised expression appeared on his face. “Oh, it was you. That’s great. Now I’m relieved! I’d planned on using all my saint stones to rescue the Pill Spirit King and bring her back to Hundred Flower Palace. Haha, seems like it was unnecessary.”

“Oh?” Ji Fanxin asked. “Would you really have brought Senior Sister back?”

“Of course,” the Gold Roc Prince replied seriously. “I knew early on that she is like a sister to you. I would rescue her even if I had to give up my life.”

Actually, he’d wanted to buy the Pill Spirit King because he couldn’t get Ji Fanxin and wanted to use her as Ji Fanxin’s replacement to fulfil his desires.

He’d never thought about bringing the Pill Spirit King to the Hundred Flower Palace to get on Ji Fanxin’s good side. Not only would doing that offend the Yin and Yang Palace, the fact that he went to that place would probably leave a bad impression for Ji Fanxin.

He wouldn’t gain anything.

Now, he had no choice but to say that.

Ji Fanxin naturally didn’t believe him. “But,” she said coldly, “I heard before that you’re a regular guest of the Yin and Yang Palace.”

The Gold Roc Prince was speechless. He didn’t know how to refute it.

“Senior Sister had been missing for months,” Ji Fanxin continued. “You couldn’t have just known, right? Why didn’t you go save her before? Why did you never tell me and instead let her be tortured for so long?”

The Gold Roc Prince finally realized that he couldn’t fool Ji Fanxin anymore, so he stopped pretending. “Since you are ungrateful, then I have nothing more to say. But if news spreads that you broke into the Yin and Yang Palace with Zhang Ruochen, I’m afraid the Hundred Flower Palace and Thousand Pistil Field won’t stay at peace.”

His words carried a heavy threat.

The Gold Roc Prince wasn’t stupid to be this aggressive. In the fight earlier, he’d already guessed Zhang Ruochen’s identity.

At the Gold Roc Prince and Ji Fanxin’s level, they obviously knew some secrets. They knew that Zhang Ruochen was a troublesome figure and his enemies were terrifying. Anyone who got too close to him would bring bad luck to themselves.

The Gold Roc Prince wanted to threaten Ji Fanxin with this. He might be able to use this to go home with the beauty.

Ji Fanxin fell silent. She studied the Gold Roc Prince who was hovering in the air.

The Gold Roc Prince smiled. He was half-sure that Ji Fanxin would give in.

However, what he received was overwhelming murderous intent. Strong spiritual power crashed toward him in waves.

Oh no, Ji Fanxin wants to kill me.

Flapping his wings, the Gold Roc Prince escaped rapidly as a streak of golden light.

He was very fast, but Ji Fanxin was even faster. She struck with a Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapon. Three layers of saintly light poured out. They were purple, green, and blue, and wrapped the saint weapon like three types of flames.

The might that radiated from the weapon caused the air to become 10,000 times heavier. Even Zhang Ruochen couldn’t breathe from the weight.

Such terrifying cultivation. She activated the complete Third Yao power of a Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapon in an instant. Zhang Ruochen had a deeper understanding of Ji Fanxin’s abilities now.

After all, with Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation, he would need half a breath’s time to activate the complete First Yao power of the Abyss Ancient Sword. If he wanted to activate the complete Second Yao power, it would take a dozen breaths’ time.

Who would give you the time to accumulate power for ten breaths in a fight?

If he wanted to use half a breath’s time to activate the First Yao power, he’d have to grasp every chance to succeed too.

But Ji Fanxin had instantaneously activated the Third Yao power. Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation was nothing compared to her.

“You released the Third Yao power so quickly from the Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapon...”

The Gold Roc Prince’s expression changed drastically.

Before, he already knew that Ji Fanxin was very strong, but he didn’t think that she was this shockingly powerful. She was much stronger than him.

If he’d known, he wouldn’t have threatened her. With what he’d done for her before, he wouldn’t have gotten in trouble if he just feigned ignorance about Zhang Ruochen’s identity.

But it was too late for regret!

The Gold Roc Prince took out a ring-shaped Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapon and activated the complete Second Yao power. He wanted to block the gold hairpin-shaped weapon flying over from the back.

Thud!

As soon as they touched. the Gold Roc Prince’s ring-shaped weapon was sent flying. His hands were torn apart by the gold hairpin’s saintly power and became bloody.

With a boom, the hairpin slammed into the Gold Roc Prince’s chest.

Just as he was about to get killed, divine patterns emerged on his skin and blocked the gold hairpin. He was only sent flying and suffered light injuries.

“I have a god’s patterns carved into my body. It can protect me. You can’t kill me. When I escape, it’ll be your turn to beg me, haha!”

The Gold Roc Prince laughed maniacally. He spread his wings again and escaped into the distance.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, blinding divine light illuminated the surroundings, blinding the Gold Roc Prince’s eyes. Blood flowed out of his eyes. Terrifying heat started burning the Spiritual Qi in the air.

Bearing the pain in his eyes, he looked down and saw that a huge fire lotus had bloomed under him.

“Is this Ji Fanxin’s true form, the Reflection Lotus?”

Feeling terrified, he flew with his fastest speed.

But even as he’d flown far away and perhaps even flew out of Heavenly Capital Mountain, the fire lotus still hadn’t disappeared. It seemed to be boundless and stretch to the horizon. He couldn’t escape at all.

A while later, the divine patterns on him faded from the flames of the fire lotus. Finally, they disappeared completely.

Without the protection of the divine patterns, he was no longer Ji Fanxin’s match.

The Reflection Lotus just shook lightly and the power that was released tore the Gold Roc Prince into pieces. He transformed into a rain of blood. ????????ｎ????????????????. ᴄ????????

After that, Ji Fanxin was finally slightly relieved. She looked toward Zhang Ruochen.

But there was no trace of him anymore.

While she was fighting the Gold Roc Prince, Zhang Ruochen had used a spatial crack to pierce the spatial seal here. He escaped and left this place.

Clearly, the treasure that the Gold Roc Prince used to seal the space was far weaker than the Glass Heaven Cover.

Zhang Ruochen naturally chose to leave immediately.

Because Ji Fanxin might kill him too.

She could only cut off all ties by killing Zhang Ruochen and preventing him from using this to threaten her in the future.

Ji Fanxin might not be such a heartless person, but Zhang Ruochen had to be careful. He couldn’t let her grasp his fate.

After Ji Fanxin left, Zhang Ruochen finally made a circle and returned to the surroundings of the Yin and Yang Palace.

“The Yin and Yang Palace is very strong, with dense formations and many strong cultivators. If I attack it with my current cultivation, I’ll most likely die. I should wait until I reach the Saint King Realm, comprehend the three images in the Truth Godly Palace and be better prepared before battling the top cultivators of the Evil Way.”

He would attack the Yin and Yang Palace sooner or later.

But he only had one life, so he had to be careful.

Changing his appearance, he put on a loose black robe and strode toward the Yin and Yang Palace. He prepared to bring Blackie out and then leave the Heavenly Capital Saint Market immediately, returning to the Mirror Fragrance Cliff Dojo.

Before he reached the gates, he was still standing in the middle of the street, when a black shadow burst out of the gates.

It was Blackie.

“Hey, Blackie, how come you came out now?”

Zhang Ruochen called out to Blackie with Spiritual Power.

Blackie recognized Zhang Ruochen in the loose black robe and instantly grew overjoyed. “Zhang Ruochen,” it said hurriedly. “Come with me. Come now.”

“You didn’t answer my question yet.” Zhang Ruochen felt that Blackie wasn’t being normal.

“Follow me out of Heavenly Capital Saint Market and I’ll tell you.”

Afraid that Zhang Ruochen would remain here, Blackie extended black feathers and wrapped around Zhang Ruochen, wanting to take him away forcefully.

This way, Zhang Ruochen grew even more suspicious. “What exactly happened?” he asked seriously. “Did you find something out in the Yin and Yang Palace?”

“Listen to me and leave now. When have I ever hurt you?” Blackie was panicking.

Just then, footsteps sounded from the Yin and Yang Palace and a dozen strong cultivators from the Evil Way walked out. Each of them held a bloody head in their hands. They strung chains with metal hooks through the mouths of the heads and hung them from the gates of the Yin and Yang Palace.

Seeing the hanging heads, something exploded in Zhang Ruochen’s mind. It was as if he was struck by lightning. His eyes widened.

“Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Sister, Granny...”

The dozen heads were the second disciple of Sword Saint Xuanji, Zhu Hongtao, third disciple Wan Ke, fifth disciple Ling Shu, and Zhang Ruochen’s servant from 800 years ago, Granny Baisu...

The other heads were all old members of the Sacred Central Empire. Each of them were Saints who’d fought alongside Zhang Ruochen at the headquarters of the Demonic Sect. They were his most loyal group of cultivators.