"A Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor?! Impossible?!"
Zhou Wangchen roared, the Steel Claws in his hands extending once more.
"Cross Rip!!"
Primordial Power surged. Zhou Wangchen's figure flashed, vanishing into the fabric of spacetime. In the next instant, space shattered as he reappeared right in front of Mu Chen! He refused to believe it! He refused to believe a Four-Ring Emperor could break his attack so easily!!
But! Just as his Steel Claws, imbued with the might of the Saint Realm, lunged to tear him apart, the corner of Mu Chen's mouth curled upward. "You're right," he said playfully. "A Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor couldn't do it. So... what about a fellow Saint?"
HUMMM!!
