God Emperor

Bearing the power of the palm, the Werewolf Kings body arched back and shot out like a rocket. He slammed against the hard altar.

Boom.

The chaos 800 years ago hadnt been able to damage the altar, but the Werewolf King crashing into it actually caused it to cave in. Pieces of stone fell down, burying the Werewolf King.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the ground. His black hair fluttered in the wind, but his eyes were still calm. He raised his arm and looked at the Divine Fire Jingmie in his palm. “The divine fire has really multiplied my abilities,” he muttered to himself.

The Divine Fire Jingmie was fire that only a deity could control. It didnt belong to the mortal world. Instead, it came from the insubstantial world of the gods. Of course, the power of the Divine Fire Jingmie changed often and was vast. It didnt only represent destruction. It also had other elements.

At this moment, the Divine Fire Jingmie was tempering Zhang Ruochens body. It entered his internal organs, bones, and meridians while releasing immense power. This was the power that allowed Zhang Ruochen to fight with abilities multiple times stronger than his cultivation. Hed defeated the Werewolf King, a fifth level Half-Saint, as a Monk in the Ninth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm.

I am the closest to the Rules of Saintly Way during this process, Zhang Ruochen thought. This is a good chance to comprehend the time rules.

Zhang Ruochen had figured out close to 100 Rules of Saintly Way and had accumulated much. If he could figure out the rule of time tonight, he had a chance to instantly enter the Half-Saint Realm.

Closing his eyes, Zhang Ruochen started sensing the Saintly Way closely, searching for the truth of time.

Boom!

The Werewolf King burst out of the altar. His face was covered in dirt and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked down at his chest. Ten of the 12 layers of armor had melted. There was a palm-shaped hole.

“It really is the Divine Fire Jingmie.”

The Divine Fire Jingmie was powerful, but Zhang Ruochen couldnt actually control it. Thus, the flame was faint. Its power was limited as well.

Because of this, the Werewolf King didnt actually fear the Divine Fire Jingmie. What he really feared was Zhang Ruochens horrifying speed. How could a Monk in the Fish-Dragon Realm be faster than him? This went against nature.