God Emperor

Zhang Ruochens eyes trained on Wei Longxing. “Youre quite brave.”

“I wanted to tell you that youre brave too. You know I will kill you, but you still dared to come. Do you know what death is?”

Holy Qi poured out of Wei Longxing. His five-colored saint armor dazzled, covering the entire yard in light. Only his aura was able to demolish the buildings in the yard.

Kaboom.

He punched and it made a thunderous sound. Five-colored Qi consolidated together, forming a fist image the size of a building.

It was the first time even for Shangguan Xianyan to see Wei Longxing attack with full force. It was terrifying.

The power from merely one punch was countless times stronger than someone at the pinnacle of the Ninth Level of the Half-Saint Realm. He could probably gravely injure someone like that with one punch.

Is this close to the abilities of the Outer Rank? Shangguan Xianyan thought. I wonder which of the Three Trials of the Pre-Saint Wei Longxing has passed already.

Whoosh—

Just then, white sword light flew out from behind Zhang Ruochen.

The sharp Sword Qi solidified into a huge three-foot-wide, 30-foot-long sword shadow. Carrying cold Qi, it crashed against Wei Longxings fist print.

With a boom, Wei Longxing retreated violently, falling hundreds of feet away.

A blue-haired girl with a golden mask appeared beside Zhang Ruochen. She stood primly there, holding a white saint sword.

That shocking sword that had forced Wei Longxing had been her strike.