Ning True Saint Dew

"I won't fight. No time."

Zhang Ruochen spoke indifferently before rushing forward. He used a physical technique, preparing to return to the Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land and continue cultivating in isolation.

"You're not allowed to leave. You must battle with me and get a clear result."

Bu Ji's body arched. All his meridians and Saintly Meridians were pulled taut like a huge bow. Then there was a huge boom like the twang of a bowstring.

The next moment, Bu Ji's body shot toward Zhang Ruochen like an arrow.

A different look appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face. He stepped down and quickly retreated, avoiding Bu Ji's crash.

"Your speed is even faster than an Absolute Saint," Zhang Ruochen said.

"You're not slow either."