บท 1532: Man of Fame

Merits Godly Palace.

Shang Ziyan stood below the two godly pillars on a circular stone table, looking to the space between the two godly pillars. He bowed and asked, "What have you summoned me here for, master?"

The two godly pillars were as large as mountains, stretching into the godly clouds.

There were three-colored clouds between the two pillars, which godly Qi flowed inside. Rules engravings permeated, and a dimming godly voice came out. "What do you think of Zhang Ruochen?"

Shang Ziyan said, "Unrivalled among his peers."

"Can you defeat him?"

Shang Ziyan smiled. "If we were at the same level, I couldn't guarantee that, but he's just an absolute saint. He's nothing compared to me yet."

Flame God said again, "What would you do if you were asked to kill him."

A God wanted to kill a saint?

Other saints would be shocked hearing that.