The end of the Emperor-ranked battle
Silence.
Dead silence.
At this moment, Zhang Tao's face was pale. He was no longer tall and strong, and he really looked like a weak scholar.
The words he said were calm and did not have any overbearing tone.
However, at this moment, all the powerhouses present, the powerhouses in the dark, and the powerhouses who heard these words were all in a state of shock.
Neo martial artist!
Perhaps, from now on, there would really be one more neo martial artist.
Originally, in their eyes, could a mere few decades be considered an era?
The fiendgod era had gone through countless years.
In the era of sects, the Monarchs rose.
In Saturn's era ... Heavenly King Zhen suppressed the Three Realms!
Neo martial ... What was neo martial?
There were no experts, no foundation, no resources, nothing. They were just a group of ordinary people.
And today, a figure like Zhang Tao had walked out of these ants!
With such a leader, new martial could be called an era.