1839 Passing on the Flames

"The explosive power when an elite of the Precept Domain realm dies sure is terrifying. Even a Supreme Sacred Artifact is unable to suppress it."

As he recalled the battle with Xie Canghai, Zhang Ruochen felt a tinge of fear.

If not for both the blood-haired man and Chen Yuhua wounded Xie Canghai twice back to back, even with a Supreme Sacred Artifact, Zhang Ruochen would have to avoid him.

But, in the end, he still killed Xie Canghai and had removed a great foe.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Chen Yuhua and walked over.

Chen Yuhua appeared feeble and no longer had the aura of an unparalleled Saint King or the hegemonic air that once swept across the entire Eastern Region.

He was nothing but a dying old man at the twilight of his days.

"Zhang Ruochen... I knew... you would.... come back... to Kunlun..."

Chen Yuhua was weak as a smile appeared on his weak, gaunt face.

"You actually recognized me," Zhang Ruochen said.