"I still want to leave?"

Zhang Ruochen pointed and soared, and waved his sword again.

The Golden Armored Scorpion King had to use the strongest means, open his mouth, spit out a golden shuttle of light, and flew towards Zhang Ruochen quickly.

It is an ancestral weapon of the Scorpion tribe. It is not only hard, but also contains highly poisonous. As long as the creature is wiped from the skin, it will turn into a pool of blood in an instant. As long as the creatures in the holy realm can barely resist it for a moment.

Zhang Ruochen shook his fingers slightly, and he used the sword edge of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword to lift the shuttle-shaped ancestral weapon away.

Immediately afterwards, he slapped out with a palm, hitting the back of the Golden Armored Scorpion King, and sank it downwards. Half of his body was buried in the soil, and a wailing sound came from his mouth.

The shell on the back of the Golden Armored Scorpion King is sunk downwards, forming a palm print, and his body is deformed.

"Zhang Ruochen, don't be rampant."

The other beast kings rushed forward to support immediately, trying to save the Golden Armored Scorpion King.

"Who dares to come?"

Zhang Ruochen stood on the back of the Golden Armored Scorpion King, like a madman, stimulating the destructive power of Thousand Patterns, grabbed the hilt of the ancient sword of Chenyuan, and waved forward.

"Wow—"

The sword light flew out and beat the seven beast kings to the point of flying.

Even though the seven beast kings used their ancestral weapons, they still could not stop Zhang Ruochen's sword. They were all injured, and blood flowed out of the wound.

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Chapter completed!