Rank 7 Goes to War (2)

When Li Zhen saw the result, he flew into a rage and roared, "Why won't you die?!"

As he spoke, he charged forward. The Rank 7 Divine Weapon in his hand flashed brilliantly as he thrust it straight at the Catacombs warrior's throat. Li Zhen had poured all his strength into that strike. He was going to kill the man with his sword.

But the Catacombs Rank 7 wasn't the least bit afraid. He flashed aside, easily dodging Li Zhen's attack. Then a black whip appeared in his hand, and he lashed it viciously at Li Zhen. After all, Li Zhen had cut his weapon in half, so he had no choice but to use this spare one.

Li Zhen hurriedly dodged, but the whip still caught him on the arm, and blood immediately began to flow.

The Rank 7 sneered. "You think you can kill me?"

Sure, he didn't know what had happened earlier, and he'd been a little careless. He hadn't realized his opponent was wielding a Divine Weapon, which was why he'd lost the upper hand and had his weapon cut in half with a single strike. But that still didn't give some freshly promoted Rank 7 the right to provoke him.

What did Li Zhen mean, saying he wouldn't die? He was a High-stage Rank 7! Was he really supposed to get killed with one slash by some early-stage Rank 7? Didn't he have any dignity?

Li Zhen glared at the Catacombs Rank 7 through clenched teeth, his heart full of anger and frustration. Only now did he realize he'd picked the wrong opponent. This was a High-stage Rank 7, so no wonder he'd been able to dodge Li Zhen's strike.

Just then, the Rank 7 attacked again. The whip in his hand danced like a venomous snake, lashing at Li Zhen again and again. Li Zhen could only struggle to hold his ground, gradually falling behind.

Li Zhen had impressive explosive power, but against a seasoned High-stage Rank 7 powerhouse, he was still coming up short.

"Die!" A furious shout rang out. The High-stage Rank 7 was horrified—someone had launched a dishonorable sneak attack!

As he turned and raised his whip to block, a flash of swordlight cut through the air. His whip snapped cleanly in two without offering the slightest resistance. At the same time, he lost consciousness. With his final breath, he saw his own severed head lying apart from his body.

"Li Laoer, you're not much good, are you?" Zhang Tao said smugly.

Li Zhen was livid. He glared at Zhang Tao, then at the long saber in his hand. "That's definitely not a Rank 7 Divine Weapon. Where the hell did you get that saber?"

Sure, they were both newly promoted Rank 7s. Zhang Tao's qi and blood were strong, and his explosive power might even surpass Li Zhen's Void-Breaking Sword Art, but there was no way he should be this strong. This wasn't a slight difference—it was a damn huge gap.

Li Zhen had been getting pushed around, while Zhang Tao had killed his opponent with a single counterattack. For a moment, Li Zhen even began to doubt his whole existence.

"Heh." Zhang Tao didn't even bother to answer. If he hadn't seen Li Zhen in danger just now, he wouldn't have come over at all. In the brief time since, Zhang Tao had already killed five Rank 7s, including a High-stage Rank 7.

"Damn it!" Even Li Zhen, the eldest young master of Zhenxing City, couldn't help cursing under his breath. What was he so pleased about? What was he so smug about? Just you wait.

Zhang Tao had already rejoined the fight. After casually sneaking up on a Rank 7 and killing him with one slash, he grinned and called out, "Brother Xie, give it your all!"

Xie Zhaoyang's eyes widened. His mind was full of one thought: What the hell, is that really Zhang Tao?

He'd killed a Rank 7 with one casual strike. The opponent might only have been an early-stage Rank 7, but he was still a Grandmaster-level expert. How could he have died so easily?

Of course, that Rank 7 had been only one of the six surrounding him, but it was still astonishing!

Then Zhang Tao cut down another with a single slash, as easily as chopping vegetables. This time, the Catacombs Rank 7 had been on guard. He raised his Divine Weapon to block, but it snapped in an instant, and a wound deep enough to expose bone appeared, running from top to bottom.

The Rank 7's eyes widened. He was one of the few who actually owned a Divine Weapon, and yet the other man had broken it with a single slash?

While he was still in shock, Zhang Tao struck again. The slash was so fast it seemed capable of cutting through time itself. A flash of blood-red light streaked past like lightning splitting the night sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. Within that bloody glow, Zhang Tao's mocking gaze seemed to gleam.

A moment later, the Rank 7's head was severed from his body. Xie Zhaoyang's mouth fell open. He'd been held up by these people for so long precisely because of that Rank 7. The man had a Rank 7 Divine Weapon and was incredibly strong—and Zhang Tao had just killed him in two strikes?

Xie Zhaoyang remembered telling Zhang Tao to follow him, promising to protect him. The tables had turned so fast it almost hurt.

He knew Zhang Tao was a genius, but how could he be this damn talented? He'd only just reached Rank 7 and was already this fierce. How were the rest of them supposed to survive?

Then Xie Zhaoyang saw the Divine Weapon, snapped in two, and felt his heart ache beyond words. What a waste! That was a Rank 7 Divine Weapon! Did Zhang Tao have any idea how much one was worth?

The Grandmasters on the battlefield were all stunned by that slash. They stared at Zhang Tao as if they were looking at a god of war. The Catacombs Rank 7s, meanwhile, watched him in terror, unable to believe he'd killed their comrade with a single blow.

There was no helping it. Zhang Tao had only joined the battle a short while ago, and no one had paid much attention to him. They had no idea of his astonishing record. Including this latest kill, he'd already killed seven Rank 7s.

"So this is what a heaven-defying genius looks like? Hahaha! A genius from Huaguo—Zhang Tao! Magnificent!" an old Grandmaster roared with laughter, then charged at his opponent with the spear in his hand.

With Zhang Tao here, what did they have to fear? Surely they could hold these people off.

"Good! Zhang Tao, magnificent!" Many Grandmasters joined in, and their morale soared. Their attacks grew noticeably stronger.

Zhang Tao suddenly sensed golden mist appearing inside him. When he looked within, the Kongtong Seal immediately suppressed the golden mist. A golden light shimmered through his body, and his qi and blood instantly recovered. He even felt his spiritual power increase by a great deal.

Was he about to break through?

Indeed, Zhang Tao's spiritual power had been just over a thousand hertz. After eating a Heavenly Gold Lotus, it had climbed to nearly two thousand. He'd stopped cultivating when the war suddenly broke out, never expecting that this unexpected golden light would let him break through in an instant.

That wasn't all. Zhang Tao felt that his Golden Body had become more stable, and his spiritual power was still growing. In that moment, he seemed to understand. He knew how to use the Kongtong Seal now.

He'd already suspected that those golden things were probably fortune. This time, he'd displayed his might and earned the Grandmasters' recognition, increasing his fortune. The Kongtong Seal suppressed and transformed it, which was why it released golden light to help him.