An Arduous Battle

"No…" the demonic marten cried out and flew back, crashing right into the spatial crack. Soundlessly, the huge body was ripped in half.

Gradually, the two bloody parts of the body shrunk into a broken human-shaped corpse.

A regional king of the Ministry of War had died on the battle platform with only a skull and a pair of boots left. Everyone gasped and stared at Zhang Ruochen in shock. Was he really a first level Half-Saint?

"He's this powerful?" Wang Jie's expression darkened.

"He didn't even use the Destruction of the Thousand-patterns. How can he be this strong?"

Wan Zhaoyi furrowed his brow, also in shock. Even with his talent and opportunities, he had been weaker than Zhang Ruochen when he was in the first level. If Zhang Ruochen became a Saint one day, he would definitely reign over everyone else.

But would that day ever come?

Whoosh—