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.,While attacking, the frenzied mouth let out a monstrous shriek, laughing and crying at the same time, truly like a madman.,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。