God Emperor

"One, two, three, four... there are fifty-seven Rakshasa Marquises in total. The most powerful one among them is quite terrifying. He should be a first-class marquis. In addition, there are two third-class marquises. Marquis."

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and said to himself.

Qing Mo's delicate body curled up next to Zhang Ruochen, stretched out two slender fingers, gently tugged at the corners of Zhang Ruochen's clothes, and said, "Are they trying to arrest Sister Nalan?"

"Wouldn't it be enough to suppress them and ask them personally?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qing Mo shook his head quickly and whispered cautiously: "There are too many of them, and there is also a first-class marquis. The strength of the first-class marquis is quite scary..."

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen lifted the monument shield and smashed through the wall of the ancient maple tree. He held Qingmo curled up like a little duck in his other hand and rushed towards the Rakshasa Marquis.

Qing Mo was startled and couldn't help but let out a scream.

The Rakshasa Marquises were all startled, and they circulated the evil energy in their bodies and took defensive postures.

Obviously, they are experienced in many battles and react very quickly.

Zhang Ruochen swung the monument shield, without disturbing the inscriptions inside the shield, and swung it directly at the nearest fifth-level Rakshasa Marquis.

"Crack."

There was an explosion in the body of the fifth-class marquis, and a large piece of bone shattered and turned into powder.

After falling to the ground, the fifth-class Marquis was bleeding from all his orifices, trembling all over and unable to get up from the ground.

Zhang Ruochen glanced around and found a fire in the center of the group of Rakshasa Marquises, with four human saints riding on it.

Four long iron thorns pierced the bodies of the four human saints, as if they were roasting four beasts. The skin and flesh had been roasted golden brown.

This scene made Zhang Ruochen's scalp numb.

It is recorded in the book that the Rakshasa tribe likes to devour human flesh the most.

Among them, the meat of human saints is the most delicious among delicacies to them.

Zhang Ruochen put Qingmo on the ground and rushed over again.

"Bold, Lord Feng Xinghou is here, do you dare to take action?"

Thirteen Rakshasa marquises in a row each grabbed a weapon and rushed forward, attacking Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

Zhang Ruochen killed a fifth-level marquis with one blow. An ordinary marquis would naturally not dare to take action. At this moment, the marquis who attacked Zhang Ruochen were all fourth-class marquis and third-class marquis.

Especially the two third-class marquises, whose strength is comparable to that of the Holy Saint.

The two of them each possess a tower-shaped sacred weapon with thousands of patterns, which inspires the destructive power of thousands of patterns.

In Zhang Ruochen's body, the holy energy surged like a river, making a rumbling sound.

With a flick of his arm, he smashed the monument shield out and hit one of the fourth-class marquises. At the same time, the phantoms of a dragon and an elephant appeared in Zhang Ruochen's hands, and the sound of dragons roaring and elephants roared, and they struck at the two Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact Towers.

"Boom."

The two giant towers were knocked backwards by the force of the palm.

The two third-class marquises also flew out like a parabola, vomiting blood from their mouths, and with a look of horror in their eyes. They couldn't imagine that the other party's power was so powerful.

Before they landed on the ground, Zhang Ruochen formed another large handprint that was tens of feet long and knocked the two of them into the ground. Their flesh and blood exploded, leaving only two bloody skeletons.

In an instant, two third-class marquises were beaten to death, and Zhang Ruochen was so violent that he was in a mess.

The other Marquis Rakshasa were also frightened and did not dare to fight Zhang Ruochen again. They all retreated back until they were behind Marquis Feng Xing.

Feng Xinghou is about two meters tall, with thick arms, and his whole body is covered with strange magic lines. Standing there, he looks like a towering magic mountain that is immovable for eternity.

Feng Xinghou looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully and sneered: "There are very few people with your strength among the Seven Realms of Shatuo. Who are you?"

"The divine envoy of Guanghan Realm, Zhang Ruochen."

"So you are Zhang Ruochen."

There was a look of surprise on Feng Xinghou's face.

"Fight." Zhang Ruochen roared.

The battle here will definitely attract other saints and Marquis Rakshasa, so Zhang Ruochen must fight quickly.

"Wow——"

The Holy Food Flower rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, stretching out green vines and rushing towards Marquis Rakshasa. The vines were intertwined with lightning threads. Once they entangled Marquis Rakshasa, they would not be able to break free.

Marquis Rakshasa kept firing his weapon, trying to cut off the vines. However, the toughness of the vines was far beyond their imagination. It was no different from a divine chain and could not be cut off at all.

"This is the legendary ferocious plant-eating sacred flower, and someone was able to conquer it."

"The Sacred Food Flower is quite high on the "Ranking of Vicious Plants". I thought they were extinct, but unexpectedly, another one appeared."

…

Those Rakshasa Marquises were continuously strangled by the vines, and then dragged into the ground and turned into nutrients for the Holy Flower.

Feng Xinghou's eyes widened, and a circle of dark red evil energy surged out of his body, knocking away all the vines rushing towards him. Then, he suddenly rushed forward and punched Zhang Ruochen.

Feng Xinghou realized that Zhang Ruochen was the master and the Holy Food Flower was just his parasitic plant.

As long as Zhang Ruochen is killed, the Holy Food Flower will naturally die as well.

"Well come."

Zhang Ruochen's body resounded with the roar of ten thousand dragons, his body burned, and he blasted out with a palm.

A fist and a palm collided together, erupting with an earth-shattering sound.

The waves of energy that surged out shattered the surrounding trees into powder. Even Qing Mo and the Rakshasa Marquis were retreating one after another.

If it weren't for the large number of spatial inscriptions in the dense forest, the destructive force caused by this collision would have spread to a fairly wide area.

Many saints and Rakshasa Marquis were alerted, and among them, some powerful figures rushed towards the location where the battle fluctuations were coming from.

Feng Xinghou was beaten backwards, and the amulets on his body continued to explode.

The human man opposite him was so powerful that he was simply unstoppable.

You must know that Feng Xinghou once fought against a One-Step Saint King for ten moves and did not fall. He was not weak at all.

"How is it possible? He is in the realm of a true saint, and his power is not weaker than that of the First-Step Saint King. This is so perverted! No wonder Shaojun wants to get rid of him so much. This person is indeed a huge threat."

Feng Xinghou took a deep breath, and the magic lines on his body glowed with dark red light, and traces of the aura that only a great sage could have emanated from the magic lines.

"The power of the great sage."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes froze slightly, and then he took action with all his strength, mobilized the Divine Fire of Purification, and struck it with one palm.

"Dragon Elephant Divine Furnace."

Zhang Ruochen's palm was brighter than the scorching sun, and the heat it radiated seemed to melt the entire world.

The light emitted from the magic pattern on Feng Xinghou turned half of the dense forest into a dark world, and he shouted: "God-killing Technique."

A harsh whistle sounded.

Immediately, a dark hand stretched out from Feng Xing's body, holding a sharp thorn, which collided with Zhang Ruochen's palm print.

"Crack."

The power of the pure fire destroyed the dark hand.

Zhang Ruochen's palm hit Feng Xinghou's body, causing Feng Xinghou's body to dent, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball.

Zhang Ruochen chased after him and continued to strike without giving Feng Xinghou a chance to fight back.

"Bang bang."

He hit dozens of hand seals in succession, each blow deforming Feng Xinghou's body and almost all the bones in his body were shattered.

Even though Feng Xinghou had the Great Sage Demon Mark carved on his body, he couldn't resist it. The Divine Fire of Purification penetrated into his body, and then he turned into a fireball and burned.

By the time Zhang Ruochen closed his palm, Feng Xinghou's body had been burned to ashes, leaving only a holy source suspended in the center of the flame, emitting bright brilliance.

Zhang Ruochen did not try to catch Feng Xinghou and ask for anything valuable from his mouth.

After all, Feng Xinghou is too powerful. With Zhang Ruochen's current strength, he can defeat him or even kill him, but it is impossible to control him.

If Feng Xinghou blows up the Holy Source, it will be difficult for Zhang Ruochen to escape.

Therefore, we can only kill him in the most decisive way, without giving him any chance to die together.

In the other direction, the battle has also ended. Except for one survivor, all the other Marquis Rakshasa have been killed. It is worth mentioning that Qing Mo also killed three Rakshasa Marquises and was collecting blood.

That living person was a seventh-level marquis.

Zhang Ruochen noticed that several powerful beings were rushing towards this place. So, he immediately took the Holy Flower back into his body, holding Qing Mo in one hand and the seventh-level Marquis in the other, and quickly left the dense forest.

A moment later, a black evil mist fell from the sky and appeared in the dense forest.

Young Master Lingquan stood in the evil mist, glanced around, and sniffed gently. Then, flames burst out of his eyes: "In less than a quarter of an hour, Feng Xinghou was killed. Who is it? great power?"

"Swish."

There were sounds of breaking wind.

A series of nine first-class marquises rushed over from all directions and appeared around Young Master Lingquan. They were all checking the traces on the ground, looking for clues.

"Marquis Feng Xing was burned to death by the Divine Fire of Purification. In addition, there are a large number of corpses of Marquis Rakshasa in the ground, all of which were drained of holy power and blood."

"Could it be that some powerful person in the Seven Realms of Shatuo broke through to the realm of the Holy King and killed Feng Xinghou?"

"Among the Seven Realms of Shatuo, there are only a handful of people who can control the Divine Fire of Purification. The divine envoy of Guanghan Realm is one of them."

…

The nine first-class marquises were all geniuses among geniuses and strong among strong. They found a lot of traces, made various analyses, and even guessed who Zhang Ruochen was.

Young Master Lingquan stared at a beautiful Rakshasa girl with cold eyes and said, "Xianyou Hou, can you trace the direction in which he escaped?"

Xianyou Hou frowned, shook his head, and said: "That person should be carrying a treasure that conceals his aura and secrets. Even if I use the divine calculations of heaven, I can't trace him."

"Your mental power has reached the level of a holy king, but you can't even track him. It seems that you can only wait for him to show up."

Young Master Lingquan clenched his fists tightly, and he had a vague hunch that the person who killed Feng Xinghou was probably the divine envoy of Guanghan Realm.

"Let's go and capture the Confucian and Taoist monk first. This time, I will personally take action to see where she can escape."

Young Master Lingquan rushed into the ground with nine first-class marquises and left the place.