, the only name that matters is fame.The more vicious they are, the greater their fame.In a nutshell, Yuán Lóng the Half-Saint wants Páng Lóng to suppress Líng Yǔe, thereby helping Páng Lóng become fa...Zhang Ruochen stood alone on a field of six-colored star mist, gazing forward.

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Ahead lay a blackness and void, pregnant with untold dangers. The nebulae swirled into ribbons of twisted color, coiling around the surface of the darkness.

Those cultivators who travel the cosmic star sea, the most fear they meet, is such a place.

This is the edge of the Seventh Dark Star.

Zhang Ruochen muttered, “The energy of the Seventh Dark Star is a hundred times more powerful than that of the Third Dark Star. It’s not a place ordinary cultivators can go.”

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< Seventh Dark Star, yet it spans six million miles.

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Even a Great Saint, ascending to the Third Dark Star, would be heavily suppressed. Zhang Ruochin suspected that an ordinary Inmortal Realm Great Saint, ascending to the Seventh Dark Star, might not even be able to fly.

More than 600 Great Saints of the Undying Blood Race were too big a target, so Zhang Ruochin took them all into his Purple Gold Gourd.

Zhang Ruchen decided that he would first investigate the situation of the Seventh Dark Star alone, and then release all the Great Sages to thoroughly wipe out the Seventh Dark Star, avoiding unnecessary casualties.

Zhang Ruochin was just about to fly into the dark space when, suddenly, the Heart of Truth trembled slightly, sending a wave of sensation.

"Hey!"

His gaze swept backward, his vision piercing through layers of space, seeing a star-filled rock flying in the distance beyond ten thousand miles.

On the starry rocks, there are powerful ripples of energy.

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This piece of starry rock, like a mountain stretching for tens of thousands of meters, flies through the universe, never stopping.

A vacant lot in Shizhong, stained with blood, lay dozens of holy corpses.

Holy blood burns, transforming into sacred fire imbued with the scent of blood.

The thirteen Saint Kings were suppressed by powerful death energy, kneeling on the ground. There was no dignity and majesty of a Saint King on them; instead, they were ragged and emaciated, indistinguishable from beggars on the street.

Even their eyes, dulled by years of suffering, humiliation, and enslavement, had lost the brilliance and vitality that should belong to a Saint Realm expert.

Besides, there was also a white-bearded elder of the Great Saint Realm.

The blood of the Great Saint within him, he didn't know how many times it had been drawn out. His qi became extremely thin, and he grew even more gaunt and withered. His aged face was like a layer of skin stretched over bones.

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"Source Demon Prince Yuan tilted his chin up, a sarcastic smile appearing on his face. “The esteemed World Venerable of this world, actually willingly kneeling before this deity's feet. Aren't you too fearful of death"

"It is not that I, an old man, am greedy for life and afraid of death; it is just that I dare not die."

A white-haired old man knelt on the ground, his head bowed, a cruel yet mirthful smile playing on his lips.

Then he continued, “I am the only one in Jiannan who has cultivated to the Great Saint realm. At least I have some use. I can speak with the Great Saints of the Hell Realm and beg for the status of a slave.”

"But, if I were to die! Who else would speak for the living beings of Jiannan They would either become food for the Rakshasa Clan, or be slaughtered by the Ghost Clan and Corpse Clan, turning into lonely spirits and wild ghosts, with corpses strewn everywhere."

As he spoke, the great saint, a being of immense stature, couldn't help but shed tears.

"I don't ask for anything else... only... only I hope to find them a way to live."

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Behind Bai Su's elder, thirteen Saint Kings also had tears streaming down their faces.

These are not tears for myself, but for the billions of living beings in Jiannan.

They were the strongest in Jiannan, but they couldn't find a way out for their home world. The pain, the frustration, and the helplessness in their hearts drove them to the brink of suicide.

, yet he lived on like a dog to this day.

Qi Yang, clad in a golden armor, was incredibly handsome. His slender eyes arched upwards as he smirked and said, "Are there beautiful women in the Jiannan region"

"There are... some. If a great man takes the Sword South Realm as his slave realm, all the beautiful women in this realm shall belong to the master." A Saint King's slave, with a hopeful look in his eyes.

The thirteen Holy Kings of Jiannan Realm all gritted their teeth, filled with rage and fury. They struggled fiercely, trying to stand up.

"A pack of lowly slaves, daring to rebel"

Yuanshenzi's eyes narrowed, releasing even stronger death energy that forced them to kneel once more, their sacred bones crackling and exploding.

Qiyangdao: "Don't waste time talking to them, kill them, and take their holy corpses back quickly. We need some holy corpses to build the Death Altar."

Yuanmo Shenzi was just about to make a move when he suddenly sensed a powerful and unmatched wave of holy energy flying towards him rapidly. He immediately looked up ahead.

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A golden ray of light, traveling from afar, descended onto the rocky ground of the starlit sky and solidified into a figure that was both sinister and handsome.

Who is Zhang Ruochin

The former arrogant Yuan Moshenzi and Qi Yang, who had been behaving recklessly just a moment ago, saw him and were instantly frightened. Their faces paled, and they involuntarily took a step back, each summoning a king-grade war weapon to defend themselves.

The Sword-South Realm Saint King and Great Saint, kneeling on the ground, both felt puzzled and confused.

Why are these two powerful Hell Realm Arhats suddenly so nervous

What are they afraid of

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Could it be that the young man with ten golden wings is someone of great importance

Zhang Ruochin was a little surprised and said, "It's you two, long time no see."

The Source Demon Subordinate is the first strongest among the Dead Clan and the younger brother of the Great Saint, Yuan Fei. He once served as the commander-in-chief of the Merit Battlefield in the northern region of Kunlun Realm, a top expert below the Great Saint realm of the Dead Clan.iately, the Dark Child wanted to retrieve the Black Holy Bell and then retreated.What he didn't expect was that the Cangshen Magic Mirror firmly suppressed the Black Holy Bell, making it unable to mov...