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.,East Flow Sword Venerable, standing on the side, pupils contracted to the size of a needle. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his sword out. 。Because the speed at which he erupted was too fast, it even formed eighteen remnant souls, and all of the remnant souls were connected into a straight line. 。,Dongliu Jianzun's sword, piercing into the spatial vortex, did not deviate in direction. It pointed straight at Zhang Ruochen's heart. 。。