1891 Gate of Destiny

"Trying to snatch something from me? It will not be that easy!"

Zhang Ruochen raised both of his arms. Immediately, his bones and muscles crackled as if thunder as he cast out thirteen dragon souls and thirteen elephant souls to spin around him, forming a light shield of palm energy tens of yards in diameter.

Boom!

Mountain after mountain plunged and shattered as they clashed with the light shield of palm energy.

At last, the chain that was as thick as a bucket hit the light shield of palm energy, breaking the sacred light on its surface as the thirteen dragon souls and thirteen elephant souls dispersed in all directions.

The chain was about to hit Zhang Ruochen for real.

"This chain of mine is forged with Abyssal Cold Iron, an Eighth Radiance Thousand-Inscription sacred artifact. I hope it will not crush you into ashes, wasting a jar of mouth-watering blood." Prince Wujie snickered.

"Don't be full of yourself. You are not as powerful."