Zhang Ruochen spent three days healing his wound completely. His physique and Saint Soul had become stronger after some repeated tempering. Even his spiritual power had been condensed again. He had reached a new pinnacle in all aspects.
Zhang Ruochen could feel the changes in him and it seemed to be an endless power within. He felt that even if there was a Primordial Divine Mountain in front of him, he could smash it with one punch.
Yan Wushen, I'm looking forward to fighting you at the pinnacle.' A strong fighting spirit emerged from Zhang Ruochen.
A fight between two perfect Saint Kings had probably never happened before.
After all, such peerless geniuses were the absolute protagonist of an era. It was difficult for them to be born in the same era.