God Emperor

”Everyone who comes to the Xuanwu Primitive World is a soldier of the Primitive World. It doesn ’t matter who it is who dares to fight in the Battlefield of Primitive World, whether he is a Saint of the Saint Academy or an Emissary of the Black Market, I ’ll definitely kill him. ”

King Jinhuang ’s voice resounded from the golden armor chariot pulled by eight redcloud pythons.

His casually-spoken words contained a Half-Saint ’s will. Each word was like a heavy blow to Zhang Ruochen, Green-robed Emissary, and the others, separating the two sides.

Green-robed Emissary did not dare provoke King Jinhuang. He shot a cold look at Zhang Ruochen and immediately withdrew.

Suppressed by an invisible force, Zhang Ruochen could only feel the Genuine Qi throughout his body – it seemed to have frozen and could not flow.

He raised his head and looked up at the chariot above the vault of heaven. He thought, ”Unimaginably, a Half-Saint ’s power is so strong. My current achievement seemed remarkable, but I ’m just like a little, powerful ant in comparison to a Half-Saint. ”

Zhang Ruochen did not feel discouraged, instead, he felt he had a greater incentive.

A moment later, King Jinhuang ’s voice rang out again, ”Where are the Level Seven soldiers of Primitive World? ”

”Swoosh! ”

”Swoosh! ”

…

From the Holy Turtle Island, four figures rushed out and gathered under the golden armor chariot.

They all wore white armors and rode on pythons, creating strong power fluctuations. They jumped off the pythons, got down on one knee, and chorused, ”Your Royal Highness. ”