God Emperor

Since he had called out Zhang Ruochen by name, he must have known Zhang Ruochen ’s identity without a shred of doubt. There was no need to use a disguise anymore. He asked, ”How did you recognize me? ”

Xue Wuye ’s face was absurdly handsome – fair complexion, delicate features better-looking than a woman ’s, and long black hair tied neatly into a sleek ponytail, which exuded a nonchalant and carefree demeanour.

”You are the Time and Space Descendent. I suppose you ’ve heard of Maitreya? ” said Xue Wuye.

Zhang Ruochen ’s heart skipped a beat. ”Legend has it that Saint Monk Xumi was the Maitreya. Though he died a long time ago, he controlled the Power of Time and therefore made many imprints on the future. Tens or hundreds of thousands of years from now, we might be able to bump into one of his imprints. ”

Zhang Ruochen ’s gaze grew intense, and a sudden thought hit him. He then darted his gaze to Xue Wuye, looking dazed, and asked, ”Could it be that you ’ve met Saint Monk Xumi before? ”

Xue Wuye laughed and nodded gently. ”I got to meet Saint Monk once when I was twelve, and I was his apprentice for a month. ”

Indeed he had met Saint Monk Xumi before.

”His moves were instantaneous yet seamless. ”

Xue Wuye ’s smile faded and his eyes pierced through Zhang Ruochen ’s, two of his fingers extending into a sword sign and thrusting towards Zhang Ruochen at a lightning speed. In a split second, his right hand was already pointing at the middle of Zhang Ruochen ’s forehead, giving the opponent no sign of his next move.

The aura energy of his sword surged through his fingertips and formed into the shape of his blade in a white beam.

It was the basic move of Sword of Time – the Instantaneous Sword Technique.

However, Xue Wuye ’s sword-like fingers halted immediately when they were only three inches away from Zhang Ruochen ’s brow, unable to advance any further.

Zhang Ruochen calmly sat where he was, placed the wine glass on the jade table, raised his arm, then motioned downward with his palm. BANG! Xue Wuye was knocked back a step or two.

Xue Wuye looked at his own palm, then at Zhang Ruochen ’s. Astonished, he asked, ”Was that ’Spatial Freezing ’ from the Power of Space? ”