Old Jin and Old Han immediately retreated, stood on the left and right sides of Tan Zhongli, showing a defensive posture.

Tan Zhongli stared at Zhang Ruochen and sneered: "That Son of the Blood God Cult? Haha! Those human races thought you were an arrogant idiot, but they didn't expect that you were the only one who saw through my plan."

Immediately afterwards, Tan Zhongli's words turned and his voice sank: "It's a pity that you are far from my opponent."

"Is that true? This Son of God doesn't think so." Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.

There was a "wow" sound.

A fat white cat flew out of Zhang Ruochen's pocket, fell to the ground, yawned, and said, "A son of the Blood God Cult can't deal with you. With this emperor, it should be enough, right?"

Tan Zhongli showed a disdainful expression and did not take Zhang Ruochen and the fat cat seriously. In his opinion, only Huang Yanchen at the top of the city wall was the real enemy.

The next moment, Tan Zhongli's eyes shrank suddenly, staring at Zhang Ruochen's waist, looking at the jade blood-red belt, and showing a look of surprise: "Ten Saints Blood Armor...that is my father's Ten Saints Blood Armor, how could it be worn on you? Who are you?"

"It's really a narrow road for enemies. It turns out that you are the descendant of King Zhongying."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the jade belt and showed a strange color.

Then, he mobilized the holy energy and injected it into his belt.

The jade belt immediately made a rustling sound, spreading up and down, forming a blood-red armor that completely wrapped Zhang Ruochen's body.
Chapter completed!