God Emperor

A red beam of electric light streaked through the sky. Countless dense electric currents solidified in the sky. The grassland between the mountains was turned to ash.

Even with Zhang Ruochens spiritual mindset, he still felt depressed at that moment. It felt like the sky was about to fall down.

His face was shockingly pale.

Crackle, crackle.

Thousands of beams of electricity converged. A tall and thin elder appeared between Saint Chen Yi and Chen Xi. The elders hair was all white and hung down to his knees. He was frail with jutting bones, but he wore a brilliant golden robe.

There were many eye-catching sun prints on his robe. Upon closer inspection, the sun prints were actually spinning. Each print seemed like a world.

This was Sir Mu Qian.

Saint Chen Yi and Chen Xi bowed once again and said in unison, “Greetings, Master.”

Sir Mu Qian looked very spirited. He held a crystal scepter and stared at Zhang Ruochen with hawkish eyes. “The Buddhas sarira from eight hundred years ago is with you, correct?”

His voice was indifferent, but each word was like a hammer pounding into Zhang Ruochen. When he finished the sentence, Zhang Ruochen had already taken 19 steps back. Blood flowed from his lips.

Sir Mu Qian was a very strong Spiritual Power cultivator. To him, the thing that he wanted the most was the Buddhas sarira. If he could have it, his Spiritual Power would improve vastly.

At his level, each improvement would cause extreme changes. His abilities would improve greatly too.

Zhang Ruochens expression was cold. He didnt reveal any fear. “Indeed. The Buddhas sarira is in my spatial ring, but I can destroy the ring with just a thought. Do you want to gamble on whether youre faster than me?”