Fēng Mó was secretly astonished, feeling that Zhang Ruochen’s chariot must be of a very high battle rank. Otherwise, it would be impossible to so effortlessly deflect the full force of the Wanwen Sacred Artifact.,Give me a break 。A half-transparent aquatic demigod, a Saint King in his prime, charged forward, blocking the path of the golden dragon carriage. He mobilized the laws of water through his sacred arts, causing a silver river to appear on his palm. 。The long river swirled, turning into a liquid spear that shot towards the Golden Stepper Dragon Chariot. 。,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。