Xuanhuang Qi

"Zhang Ruochen, do you really think you can intimidate a saint at Xuanhuang Realm as a lower-class saint? You're being a joke."

Demoness Xue Zhen wasn't arrogant, but she didn't believe that a lower-class saint could rival her.

Few could fight those who were one level higher than them at the state of saint.

Those who could fight saints that were two levels superior were some incredible creatures like Carnivorous Holy Flower and Sky-swallowing Demonic Dragon, and some of the very few Taigu remains.

She had never heard of anyone who could fight saints three levels superior to them.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to waste time on talking. He murmured, "Abyss."

Hua La.

The Abyss Ancient Sword flew out and floated above Zhang Ruochen.

Holy Qi gushed out of the one-hundred and forty-four apertures of Zhang Ruochen's body, turning into one-hundred and forty-four airflows, filling the sword.