God Emperor

Zhang Ruochens last move had reached the state of Sword Three.

The power of Sword Three, which was displayed by a saint, was surely very different from the rest.

Mr. Nie threw the Saint Meditation Cane upwards, and the wood-elemental power gushed out from it to become a blurring shadow of a towering old tree.

Clank.

It was the shadow of the Saint Thousand-Years Meditation Tree, shaking the space slightly with the power of life, tenacity and destruction. Ripples were seen.

Thats right.

The space was shaking.

The power of a saint was strong enough to break the Rules of the Heaven and the Earth, which naturally could affect the stability of the space.

When the power of a saint was strong enough, he might even be able to shatter the space.

The reason why Mr. Nie had used his whole strength to ripple the space was that he wanted to suppress Zhang Ruochens power of space.

Once the space was disturbed, even the Time and Space Descendant would find it hard to control the power of space, and could even be hurt by it.

Boom. The Saint Meditation Cane hit hard on the Abyss Ancient Sword.

The blurring shadow of the towering saint tree shattered all of the sword Qi. Both Mr. Nie and Zhang Ruochen retreated several kilometers away simultaneously.

Mr. Nie rubbed his beard and laughed. “Zhang Ruochen, I have suppressed your power of space. What can you do now? Young man, you have no idea of the real power of a saint.”

Zoom.

Mr. Nie grabbed and wielded his Saint Meditation Cane. The giant blurring shadow of the saint tree swayed with it, slightly shaking the space within several kilometers again.

The giant blurring shadow of the saint tree brought about a deafening sound of wind and thunder. And it pressed down to cover Zhang Ruochen up like a green divine cloud.