On the cheek, the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints was broken and opened.

The sword struck his face, leaving a shallow trace of blood.

"hateful."

In the heart of the Emperor of the Martial Realm, a strong anger surged.

An eight-step holy king actually has the power to threaten his life. This is something that should not happen at all.

What frightens the Emperor of the Martial Realm even more is that if no one had reminded him before that the human man in front of him was Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, he would have underestimated the enemy and would not have been wary of the other party's use of time and space power.

Under such circumstances, could he still avoid the sword just now?

It is really possible that the Son of Baihuan God died in Zhang Ruochen's hands.

The emperor's sons and daughters who were watching the battle from a distance all had expressions of disbelief.

"How could this happen? The Emperor of the Martial Realm has obviously been reminded. Could it be that he still underestimated the enemy and did not expect Zhang Ruochen to use space power?"

"With the rich combat experience of the Emperor of the Martial World, such a mistake should not have occurred."

"This was not a mistake, it almost cost me my life."

Xia Wenxin said: "Do you really think that knowing that the other party is a descendant of time and space, you must have the means to deal with space and time? It can only mean that the time monks and space monks you have encountered before are not strong enough to use power.

It’s not even hot yet.”

"Xia Shenzi means that the Emperor of the Martial Realm didn't expect Zhang Ruochen's attack, but that he had already expected it, but couldn't avoid it at all?" an emperor's daughter asked for advice.
Chapter completed!