anzhang palm strike, my injuries haven't recovered, and I can only exert two or three tenths of my strength. Take me to a safe place, and I'll give you lots of delicious food.""Chirp chirp," went Gu G...The kings of the Spirit Race launched an attack together, stopping Zhang Ruochen, they absolutely couldn't let him kill Young Master Yan. A Spiritual Saint King of the Spirit Race, holding a blue jade gemstone staff, pointed towards Zhang Ruochen's direction.

Suddenly, the wood-element spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged towards her, coalescing into thousands upon thousands of black vines.

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The vines were like dragons weaving through the earth, madly surging towards Zhang Ruochin.

Behind the Spirit King, fourteen beautiful elves each drew a jade war bow of the Wanwen Sacred Artifact level. A powerful force rippled around each bow, forming a hurricane-like gust.

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Fourteen Saint Arrows, each imbued with the intricate pattern of ten thousand veins, shot forth. Even across a thousand miles, their destructive power was unparalleled, capable of obliterating a star itself.

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Suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized out of thin air beside the fourteenth Spiritual King.

His frame was slender, wielding a rusty iron sword, like a ghost, silent and unseen, able to evade the perception of low-ranked Saint Kings.

The Spirit King, standing at the very front, had his spiritual energy covering an area hundreds of meters wide. Therefore, as soon as the black figure appeared, he immediately noticed it and his face changed.

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"Everybody... be careful..."

Just as the psychic Holy King was about to remind everyone, he discovered that the black figure had appeared behind him.

Immediately following, a chilling sword energy shot straight at the back of his head.

He was also a seasoned warrior, facing danger with astonishing reaction speed. In the blink of an eye, he activated a talisman on his body, forming a thick shield of light and shadow behind him.

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The iron sword moved like a bamboo forest in a storm, shattering light and shadow. It pierced the Spiritual King's skull, its tip protruding from his brow.

"How is this possible… The Golden Light Talisman didn't even hold"

With a loud boom, the Spirit King was slammed to the ground.

"Whoosh, whoosh."

A black figure flickered, like it was using the art of splitting into multiple selves, transforming into dozens of shadows and rushing into the fourteen Elf King Saints. Immediately, icy sword energy slashed out, either stabbing, sweeping, or cleaving...

After dozens of afterimages converged back into one, there was only a pile of corpses left on the ground.

In less than three breaths, fifteen Holy Kings fell.

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Zhang Ruochen, sitting on the golden chariot, glanced in the direction of the black figure and said, "A Le's swordsmanship has been honed to be even more fierce. Even I, without using the power of space and time, might not be able to catch it. That is a swordsmanship cultivated solely for killing."

Ale's gaze, fixed on Zhang Ruochin in the distance, followed by his figure disappearing.

When his figure reappeared, there was another holy king lying beneath the sword beside him.

At the same time, a black sphere with a diameter of nearly a hundred zhang appeared in the sky above the island.

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The Heavenly King of Paradise, who had already fallen to his death, stood up again like a puppet on strings. He emanated intense killing intent and attacked the remaining kings in Paradise Realm.

The cultivators of Kunlun Realm were overjoyed to find that more powerful experts had arrived to help. Their morale soared instantly.

"To command the undead... could it be that this person practices the dark arts"

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A burst of colorful radiance enveloped the six Nine-Step Holy Kings who were besieging the merchant. Immense, formless power instantly descended upon them, causing the six Nine-Step Holy Kings to change color in alarm.

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"This is the power of merit, quickly retreat."

"Such a formidable young one, already at the Seventh Step Saint King realm and so difficult to deal with."

Two Saint Kings, each throwing dozens of saintly artifacts.

However, as soon as they were attached to the Five-Colored Merit Monument, those sacred artifacts shattered like porcelain, unable to withstand the monument's power for even a moment. In the end, the two Nine Steps Saint Kings were blown to pieces, their bodies turning into two pools of blood mud.

Several other Nine Steps Holy Kings retreated even further, their bodies trembling with cold sweat as they felt the threat of death.

Facing them, was merely a Saint King of Seven Steps. Yet, the pressure they endured felt as if they were battling against a Great Saint.

The woman in palace attire's face was grave, to the extreme. She never expected the merchant to be so terrifying; even the formidable Nine Steps Holy King had been effortlessly crushed by him. Within the same realm, finding a cultivator who could withstand even one of his attacks would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Such a prodigious talent as this young merchant, surpasses even the gods of youth in splendor. Once he matures, he will become a benchmark for an entire era.

The merchant, in a warning tone, said: "I don't care who you are, or who you came for. If you dare to interfere in today's affairs again, today will be your death day."

The voice, like the merchant's gaze, was sharp and cold, intimidating even the woman in courtly attire.

Of course, such a deterrence was only for a moment. Soon the woman in palace attire recovered.

The merchant's three-colored armor shone, and the radiance beneath his feet coalesced into a cloud of tri-color.

With a leap, the merchant rode a three-colored cloud, appearing over a hundred li away in an instant. He held a scarlet sword and looked down at Zhang Ruochin.

At this moment, Zhang Ruchen had already beaten Gong Ziyan into a serious injury. His mouth was full of blood, his hands and feet were severed, and he cruelly stepped on him.

Chen Yuan's ancient sword pointed at Gongzi Yan's brow. Zhang Ruochen looked up and met Shang Zi's gaze, saying, "You've always been carefree and composed. Today, I finally feel your emotional fluctuations on you. You're very angry!"

The merchant suppressed the anger in his heart, trying to appear as calm as possible. “I admit, I overestimated you before, but today I realize I still underestimated you. Release Young Master Yan, and you name your terms.”

"Let him go"

Zhang Ruochin said coldly: "I'm afraid my senior brother and sister buried under the soil, Bai Su, and the brothers in the Holy Ming Central Empire would not agree."

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"Whoosh, whoosh."

Shisheng Hua, Zhen Miao, and Xie Chengzi flew over and appeared behind Zhang Ruochin.

Meanwhile, the myriad kings of the Heavenly Realm also converged, their numbers swelling until they exceeded a hundred. They not only formed an attacking formation but also used divine bones to solidify the space.

Zhang Ruchen's face remained unchanged, not a hint of panic.

The merchant fell silent for a moment, then said, "A dead man cannot be brought back to life. Haven't you killed enough cultivators from the Heavenly Paradise Sect already You killed Young Master Yan, and now you will die here too. You're a smart man, you should understand that this does no good for anyone."

"Why don't you release Gongzi Yan, Wang Xu, Yan Ni, and those Heavenly Realm Saint Kings in the Temple I'll release you and the cultivators from Kunlun. Let everyone take a step back. What do you say"

Zhang Ruochin swept his gaze across the Heavenly Realm Kings. "With just them, they probably can't hold me back. You have to understand, I have all the cards now, everything has to be my way."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Easy Emperor Bone Staff and with a *poof*, inserted the bone staff into Gongzi Yan's brow.

"Ah..."

Young Master Ji was convulsing all over, letting out heart-wrenching screams from his mouth.

Meanwhile, the evil spirit within the staff let out a joyous laughter. Through the patterns on the staff, it continuously drew upon Gongzi Yan's sacred soul power.

After refining the second part of the Azure Flames' soul mist, the power of the Evil Spirit has reached a level comparable to that of an Eight-Step Saint King.

After absorbing Gongzi Yan's soul power, the evil spirit's aura became increasingly powerful, reaching the peak of an eight-step Saint King and surging towards a nine-step Saint King.

"Damn it, you're looking for death." A Holy King from the Heavenly Realm roared.

Another dwarf king, wielding two battle axes in his hands, bared his pearly white teeth and said, "You dare kill even the leader of the Space Temple Your end is near."nship is quite good, but unfortunately your strength is lacking."Zhang Ruochin still sat on the chair calmly, less than a meter away from the other person. He could smell the faint body fragrance eman...