Great Perfection

Sundial hung in the void space like a rough stone.

 

However, after Godstone was inlaid, it emitted a cyan light and densely-packed light spots of Mark of Time. It surrounded Zhang Ruochen like fireflies.

 

The sound of rapid flowing water came from somewhere.

 

"It's the sound of time flowing."

 

Lord Ironclad felt the Power of Time growing stronger. He finally accepted the fact that the old man was Zhang Ruochen.

 

However, Zhang Ruochen's claim to kill him was ridiculous in his eyes.

 

Lord Ironclad felt much more relaxed. He was even pleasantly surprised. "It seems that your injuries have healed. You can mobilize the power of Qiankun!"

 

If Zhang Ruochen hadn't borrowed the power of Qiankun, how could he have taken his palm strike?

 

Zhang Ruochen didn't explain to him. "If you run now, you might still be able to escape."