Heaven and Earth Convergence VIII

At the same time, the Saint Patrol opposite him sighed and also raised his hand.

"I'll ask one last time." He raised his eyes and stared into Yue Dewen's eyes. "If you come to me now, I can add a new seat next to me. Your status will be equal to ours."

Yue Dewen did not answer, but a hint of regret appeared in his eyes as he strode forward.

The white clouds and mist seemed endless, surging out from behind him and turning into waves of air that rushed towards the opposite side.

He only has the strength for one strike.

This attack will be his strongest move ever.

Regardless, Yue Dewen was not defeated by anyone. The only one who could defeat him was himself! Countless clouds surged and rose, crashing against the surrounding Blue Light barrier, rapidly neutralizing, dimming, and annihilating the Blue Light on the entire platform.

"It's a pity, Xiao Zhi, Rong Fang, I couldn't see you one last time."

He murmured softly, then suddenly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

"Master, you just ranked me second, didn't you?" Suddenly a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Am I not your most valued Daozi? My senior brother only knows how to live in seclusion all day long. Can he compare to my ambition? I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

"It's because you were a little late," Yue Dewen replied with a smile. "Your senior brother used to be a remarkable genius too. Your master's favorite thing about geniuses is..."

Um!?

Suddenly his face froze.

What the hell?! Who was speaking just now?! He thought he heard his apprentice Zhang Rongfang's voice?

But how could Zhang Rongfang, a mere ordinary Spirit General, possibly reach such an extremely dangerous place? Before he could recover, a vague and noisy vibration was rapidly approaching from the huge crack in the ground above the cave.

The sound came from afar and grew closer.

From childhood to adulthood.

As the sound grew closer and louder, Yue Dewen realized that not only him, but also the Saint Patrol opposite him had raised his head with a solemn expression, gazing upwards.

"What is this?!" Saint Patrol's eyes revealed deep confusion and shock.

He had never felt such an aura, such power!

Having lived for hundreds of years, endlessly repeating the cycle of Heaven and Earth Convergence and reaping, but this time, something seems different.

Unfamiliar, bloody, vast, ancient.

Their gazes simultaneously pierced through the deep crack and landed on the edge of the rock wall.

Whoosh! A bloody shadow flashed, descending from the sky like a beam of light, passing through a large crack, and falling straight down towards the high platform where the two were.

The blood-red shadow fell, leaving a dark red, arrow-like afterimage, and suddenly hovered above the two of them.

With a whoosh, a pair of enormous, dark red bat wings, each ten meters wide, suddenly unfurled.

Endless crimson smoke billowed and rose from the wings, filling the surroundings.

"Looks like I'm not too late."

The shadow on Blood Shadow was dispelled by the Blue Light, revealing a face that neither Yue Dewen nor the Saint Patrol could have imagined.

That face was frighteningly young! "Rong Fang!?!!!" Yue Dewen raised his head, his eyes revealing confusion, doubt, astonishment, and shock!

"Is it really you!?" He looked bewildered, wondering how his most valued disciple could have turned into such a grotesque state.

How did you get in?

"As you can see, it flew in," Zhang Rongfang replied with a smile.

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Yue Dewen wanted to say something more, but the Saint Patrol opposite him let out a deafening laugh.

"This is truly remarkable. Hahahaha!" The Saint Patrol's gaze softened as he looked at Zhang Rongfang, as if recalling a figure from the past.

"Young people today are much better than we were back then."

"Old man, you are about to die." Zhang Rongfang looked at Saint Patrol and smiled.

"This is a war for us old folks, it's none of your business, you mere brat," Saint Patrol shook his head and chuckled.

Whether or not you can interfere is not up to you.

Zhang Rongfang landed gently, stood in front of Yue Dewen, and stood still.

"I once thought that my master would remain invincible and protect me forever. Unfortunately, I was wrong."

Behind him, Yue Dewen's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but for a moment, a strange feeling stirred within him, and he couldn't say anything.

"I thought he would always be invincible, always protecting us from the wind and rain. But now it seems he's just an ordinary old man!" Zhang Rongfang laughed.

"You brat!!" Yue Dewen slapped Zhang Rongfang on the head.

Smack

Zhang Rongfang grabbed his hand.

The latter exerted a sudden burst of strength and actually threw him off the platform.

"You may leave now," Zhang Rongfang, pointing with his hand.

Suddenly, a pool of blood appeared out of thin air on the ground, catching Yue Dewen as he fell.

"If you're about to give up, don't push yourself! You've held on for so long, protected us for so long, now..."

His gaze returned to the Saint Patrol.

"It's my turn to protect you!"

Yue Dewen did not resist.

The moment they made contact, he sensed that his disciple's physical strength was incredibly high.

It's on a completely different level from the previous one.

He himself was already on the verge of collapse, and with a stagger, he sat down on the pool of blood, gasping for breath.

The dark gold disc behind him slowly disappeared, and at the same time, the white clouds that were swirling around him also rapidly faded and dissipated.

Looking at Zhang Rongfang, who was confronting the Saint Patrol on the high platform, he suddenly felt his eyes well up with tears.

"You brat, you're so mean to an old man! You even got some dung in your eyes!" He blinked hard, and a wisp of the Flame Emperor Talisman power instantly dried his eye sockets.

At this moment, on the high platform.

The Saint Patrol had been watching Zhang Rongfang with a very strange look.

He didn't take the opportunity to interrupt the other party's attempt to switch players; he simply watched quietly and waited.

Has anyone ever said that?

He waited until Zhang Rongfang had completely abandoned his master before slowly speaking.

"You resemble someone a lot."

"You should say that someone is very much like me," Zhang Rongfang retorted.

His wings flapped loudly, blowing and swirling everything on the high platform, scattering it in all directions.

The violent airflow created a gale, causing the robes on the two men to flutter continuously.

"I, Zhang Rongfang, created the Human Immortal Martial Path, Three Flowers Gather on Crown and the Five Energies Merge to Origin. Now I have attained immortality and call myself the Blood Immortal Old Ancestor!"

"Who in this world can compare to me at my age?!"

Zhang Rongfang spread his arms wide, his red eyes shining in the Blue Light, like two burning Blood Flame.

"What spirit! Very impressive." The Saint Patrol clapped lightly. "I just don't know if your strength is as great as you claim."

Those who establish a school of thought by creating a new path and thus gather momentum for creation are often extraordinary and incredibly powerful founders.

This also demonstrates the application and enhancement of momentum at the Great Grandmaster level. Subsequent inheritors were not as strong, partly because they lacked this pioneering momentum.

So, he suddenly felt a bit of anticipation for the two of them, one eight meters tall and the other three meters tall.

They were standing on the platform, ten meters apart. For people of their height, that distance was practically inches.

At this point, words have been exhausted.

The two locked eyes, Blue Light against Blood Flame.

"In an instant."

"I'll finish you off!" Zhang Rongfang raised his hands. The ground beneath him rapidly turned red, the color deepening.

"Rise!!"

Suddenly, countless amounts of blood gushed out from behind him.

Not only that, but massive amounts of blood appeared out of thin air in all directions around the Saint Patrol.

It was just a fleeting moment.

A massive amount of blood suddenly surged into the entire platform, completely submerging and covering the surface.

In a single moment, countless drops of dark red blood corroded and extinguished the blue lightning.

Without the Blue Light, the cave instantly became dark.

In the darkness, only the two Blood Flame in Zhang Rongfang's eyes shone with a dim red light.

"Is it over?" He stared at the direction of the Saint Patrol across from him.

"Of course not."

Boom! With a deafening roar, Heaven Blood, and a blue, lightning-fast figure suddenly rushed towards them.

Both men raised their hands at the same time and threw punches.

Boom boom boom boom boom!! Dense fist shadows collided with each other, the impact sounds overlapping and spreading out like ripples, causing the surrounding cave walls to crack and fall into pieces.

Whoosh! Zhang Rongfang was enveloped in a cloud of blood smoke, and the speed of the Complete Blood Clan Progenitor Form was now fully unleashed as he engaged in a counterattack with his opponent.

His two arms completely absorbed the massive fist shadows of the six arms of the Saint Patrol.

A hail of fists rained down relentlessly. The Saint Patrol showed no signs of the weakness often associated with old age.

At this moment, his eyes blazed with Blue Light, appearing even more ferocious than when he fought Yue Dewen before.

But soon, an invisible sound wave crashed down on his head.

The immense shockwave sent him flying backward, completely catching him off guard.

His attack faltered, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the stone wall.

Before the stone wall had fully caved in and cracked, the Saint Patrol's entire body glowed with Blue Light again, and he shot out, rushing towards Zhang Rongfang.

But he was fast, Zhang Rongfang faster.

Blood shadows flickered.

A three-pointed, Three-Point Double-Edged Blade formed from coagulated blood appeared out of thin air and was gripped tightly in my hand.

Zhang Rongfang had already leaped into the air, holding the knife in both arms, and thrust it forward with all his might.

With a terrifying acceleration, the blade flashed and pierced through the Saint Patrol's chest.

There was no way to stop them; the speed difference between the two was too great.

The six-meter-long, dark red, Three-Point Double-Edged Blade, carrying the Saint Patrol's massive body, flew backward again and crashed into the stone wall.

It's still in the same position as before.

Boom!!!

The cave walls were cracked and sunken.

The hard rock crumbled into countless grains of sand, like a dry biscuit.

The sand and gravel then turned into ripples, spreading out in circles and splashing.

Saint Patrol was pinned to the center of the stone wall's depression, the blade tip on his chest continuously injecting blood into the wound, quickly extinguishing the blue lightning on his body.

A large amount of blood surrounded him, rapidly covering and submerging him.

But he showed no sign of panic, and simply looked at Zhang Rongfang quietly.

"You win, young man."

"I wouldn't have come if I couldn't win," Zhang Rongfang replied.

"That makes sense." Saint Patrol laughed again. "You're more sensible than him, you know when to advance and retreat, hahaha."

He raised one hand, as if trying to grab something.

"What a pity. If only back then..."

Click.

In an instant, cracks appeared all over his body, and he shattered with a crash, turning into countless blue light spots.

"I'll be waiting for you in Great Capital." The last voice slowly echoed in the air.

The phantom of the Saint Patrol, along with the body of the Saint Dance, shattered and vanished.

All the blue lights disappeared and went out automatically without needing to be extinguished with blood.