1340 South Cliff

"With your abilities, going against a True Saint is no different than going to die." Zhu Qingyi sat on the ground with a cold smirk on her face. "A True Saint is on a completely different level from a Heaven Pass Saint. Those who can reach this level are all old creatures who have cultivated for centuries. A Heaven Pass Blood Realm has to bow down before a True Saint."

Boom

A beam of red light fell from the sky. It landed in the nearby ruins and consolidated into Martial Saint Canglan's tall figure.

A gust of strong, aggressive and heavy power spread naturally. It made her seem like a towering divine mountain that people could only look up to.

"Zhang Ruochen," she said. "How about we work together again?"

"How should we work together?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"Fight Situ Fengcheng together. You save the person while the Fengtian Sword goes to me."

"Can you guard the Fengtian Sword?"