Chương 1811: Under Mount Wanwu

When the lightning finally subsided, Shi Kai dragged himself out of the cliff.

His body of rock was charred, still billowing with smoke.

If it had not been for the protection from the Saint King's inscription, Shi Kai would have died in the sea of lightning earlier.

"You truly are the most talented figure in the entire Celestial Court. You have achieved such attainment in the Path of Truth's cultivation. However, if not for the Precept of Truth, you wouldn't have defeated me with your raw combat strength."

"The Path of Truth is also part of my strength," said Zhang Ruochen.

Shi Kai felt embarrassed for losing to a Six-step Saint King. He was extremely indignant. "Tell me your name. I will surely come back for a rematch when I attain Nine-step Saint Kinghood."

"You won't have the chance."

Zhang Ruochen summoned his Ancient Abyssal Blade, on which Sword Way Xuangang condensed.