บท 1792: The Kunlun Realm's God of War

The big butcher-like man with a big cleaver on his back with exposed brutish arms guffawed and said. "There's a spot here. Come and sit."

"Thank you."

Zhang Ruochen walked to the table at the corner of the restaurant.

The steward of Saint Xu Place saw that Zhang Ruochen had left a series of deep footprints at his wake and was shocked. Knowing that this person was probably someone he could not afford to offend, so he did not dare to stop him.

A few of the cultivators in the building also saw the scene, and all of them stared at Zhang Ruochen again.

"I saw things wrongly earlier, he's actually a saint-level master who had completely hid his aura away." The tall woman in a black silk dress said in a low voice before chuckling.

A series of black light patterns were interwoven around her body, wrapping her like a silkworm cocoon, and no one could see her appearance or tell her age.