Green Fang said: "If you kill a divine disciple at the Conferred God Platform, do you know what the consequences will be after the news spreads? Are you not afraid of King Yan and Queen Lian, nor are you afraid of the Temple of Truth?"

Without any warning, Zhang Ruochen swung out his palm and hit Qingyao's body.

"Boom."

In front of the palm, the space collapsed inward, the green fangs were torn apart by the space, and the body cracked like ceramic.

Even with the divine pattern body protection, it still cannot block the power of space.

Qingyao is a junior whom the gods attach great importance to. Who knows if he has any powerful trump card that can threaten Zhang Ruochen's life?

To deal with a proud man like Qingyao, Zhang Ruochen could only kill him with lightning speed. Otherwise, with Qingyao's will, he would most likely counterattack on the verge of death, or even self-destruct the Holy Source.

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves and collected the words on the ground.

Those words condensed into a piece of armor in his palm.

Zhang Ruochen did not study the text armor now and put it into the space ring, but immediately flew towards the palm-shaped holy tree and put the two supreme perfection fruits on the tree into the sacred tree jar.

"It's a pity that Yu Wenjing and Qingyao's bodies have been reduced to ashes. I wonder if the other three Supreme Perfection Fruits are still in their bodies?" Zhang Ruochen sighed secretly.

"Hey, this is..."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the trunk of the holy tree.

I saw a small fragment of tortoise shell embedded in the tree trunk.

The tortoise shell fragment had been embedded in it for an unknown number of years, and it had completely grown into one with the sacred tree. If Zhang Ruochen hadn't observed it carefully, he would have never been able to discover it.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful."
Chapter completed!