1182: C1182 Beat down a Saint

C1182 Beat down a Saint

Saint Taihan squinted, staring at the Zhao Yun in front of him.

"Youngster, are you trying to provoke this old one?"

Saint Taihan's head of white hair danced in the air as he stood proudly in the air, his gaze as cold as ice.

Honestly speaking, Zhao Yun's aura and cultivation was very strong, but she did not put him in her eyes.

He was not a saint, he was a mortal after all!

Zhao Yun did not reply, he looked at Saint Taihan coldly, and the discontent in his heart grew.

"BOOM!"

Zhao Yun then took a light step forward and instantly disappeared.

"Hmm?"

Saint Taihan was shocked, her heart suddenly exploded, only to see a bright silver spear shooting towards her.

The silver light was like a waterfall, swirling around them and filling the air with a terrifying aura of blood!

This spear was like an ancient God of War that had speared out from an unknown era to pierce through the river of time.

Passing through the three thousand kilometer sky, in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Saint Taihan.

Its speed was so fast that even the Saint Taihan could not react in time.

Boom!

Only Immortal Tai Han's Dharma Idol protected its master instinctively. His hand lifted up into the air and reached out towards the bright silver gall spear.

The power of the spear did not change as it continued to move forward.

"Puchi!"

The tip of the spear pierced into his flesh, causing a ball of blood to burst out from Saint Taihan's body.

Soon after, his entire body flew backwards, crashing into countless of the ancient palaces and falling into the depths of the Ice and Snow Palace.

The entire place was deathly silent.

The excited Ice and Snow Palace disciple's smile froze on his face as he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"This... "That's impossible!"

All of the Ice and Snow Palace disciples were dumbfounded. This scene had completely exceeded their imagination.

This was completely different from what they had expected!

Ancestor Tai Han was a A Great Saint, high above, looking down at the Tianyao, looking down at the common people of the world.

Such a character was actually unable to withstand even a single spear strike from Zhao Yun?

"The Saint Taihan is actually not a match for this white robed general?"

Elder Yue Yin sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling even more shocked in her heart.

As the number one elder of the inner sect, she understood the strength of Saint Taihan the best.

It had been a hundred thousand years since the Saint Taihan became a Great Expert, and it could be said that he was the most ancient existence in the entire Ice and Snow Palace.1

The realm of saints, coupled with the accumulation of a hundred thousand years.

This was enough to give a person strength that could suppress the entire world. The strength displayed by the Saint Taihan earlier had undoubtedly proven this point.

However, because of this, Zhao Yun, who was able to send the Saint Taihan flying in a single shot, was even more terrifying!

In mid-air.

"Under the Imperial Lord's orders, send you on your way!"

Zhao Yun raised his spear, his white robe blazing, like a pillar that could support the heavens and earth.

Who cares about some Saint Taihan?

What else was there that was so cold?

To stop the Imperial Lord and the empress dowager from stepping back into Unfailing Dynasty?

Ridiculous!

Zi Long was the general, he could wipe everything out for the Imperial Lord, and kill this old man to death!

"Junior, you are courting death!"

Just at this time, a furious roar came from where the Saint Taihan had fallen.

It was the Saint Taihan that flew back to Zhao Yun from within the palace wreckage.

Only, the current Saint Taihan no longer had his previous bearing. There was a shocking bloody hole on his left shoulder that was drenched in blood.

The face of the Saint Taihan was filled with the anger of a person who had turned from shame to anger, and his face was filled with savageness.

She had underestimated Zhao Yun, she had never expected Zhao Yun to be so strong, stronger than even ordinary Martial Cultivator Saints.

If she was careless, Zhao Yun would have easily knocked her into the air.

However, when she became angry, this junior's fate was already sealed!

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